Playing With The Devil

Chapter 2

(TW Reminder: Aidan's backstory)

I began my tedious walk home soon after my encounter. There was nothing more for me to do at that party once he'd left, unless I really wanted to have my boundaries pushed. The only shining light from the past several months in fact was meeting him. The note he'd left me was tucked away in my jacket pocket. It burned into me, a constant reminder. He lived next door, Gabe. Next door. I was coming up towards our street and noticed the lights still on in his house. My feet turned towards the pathway leading up to the front door before my mind could process what I was doing. By the time I realised it, my knuckles were hitting the door and I waited expectantly for it to be answered.

To my surprise, the young woman from earlier had answered the door. My eyes drifted slowly down her body. The red dress was gone, instead, she was wearing a matching set of lingerie, with a short, black skirt wrapped around her, just above the stomach. So short I could actually see the panties underneath. My eyebrows raised sceptically. I didn't mind the view, but it seemed an odd choice of outfit to answer the door in regardless.

"What in the fuck are you doing here?" she asked.

Her tone came off viciously, though whether it was in response to my being here or my interrupting whatever fun times she was having, I couldn't tell. If I was going to get anywhere with this interaction, I had to stay calm and collected. Especially if I wished to see Aidan again.

"Aidan left me a note with his address," I explained, pointing towards my home. "And it would seem, we're neighbours."

She moved forward, looking around her door at where I'm pointing. She let out a huff of exasperation. Her attention turned back to me. Nose flaring. Eyes pointed. I watched curiously as she looked me up and down repeatedly. I wasn't quite sure why she felt the need to do this, maybe she really did know me. That flash of recognition earlier. If she knows me, she knows I take care of what I do. To an extent. I groaned internally. I understood the care and protective nature, but I must be missing something here.

"Why do you want Aidan?" she asked finally.

"I simply wish to teach him," I replied nonchalantly. I straightened my stance and stared into her eyes. "He was asking questions earlier, I was enjoying myself."

"Teach him what?" she prodded. "He doesn't need to know anything you're into. I recognize you, Gabriel. You have quite the reputation."

"Then you know I teach with respect and care," I growled instinctively. I breathed in to calm myself as I saw the smirk form on her face, adding, "I wouldn't hurt someone on purpose or negatively."

We heard someone clearing their throat and we both looked toward the sound. Aidan was standing at the base of the staircase. He had changed his clothing also. Knee-high pink and blue socks, an oversized hoodie. I assumed underwear was on underneath, but he certainly wasn't wearing any pants. A wonderful reminder of the erection I still had.

Fuck. Ignore it. I'm not going to deal with it and I'm certainly not going to make him feel like he owes me anything.

He held up a small whiteboard, Hi?

"Apparently, we're neighbours," she said, sighing heavily. "Aidan, you can't just give people you don't know our address. You need to be careful, remember?"

While she talked, he was writing on the whiteboard. He stepped closer to the door and held it out. He was kind to me, Alyssa. He didn't make me uncomfortable. Her hand goes to her forehead, rubbing her temples. She was frustrated with him but couldn't seem to voice her concern. I'm definitely missing more information than I thought if it was so bad that he had to be careful who had his address. I was glad I didn't make him uncomfortable at least but maybe I could defuse this. Hopefully. If it meant spending more time with him, I would try anything.