An age gap love story.
A brokenhearted billionaire.
A college girl.
*****
"Nevaeh," Aiden whispers, "can I rest my head on your shoulder?"
I nod, letting him rest his head on my shoulder. He closes his eyes.
"Thank you." He sighs in contentment. "...
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I make my way down the hallway to Nevaeh's room. These past few weeks, I've been even more emotionally attached to her that going to bed without spending time with her feels empty, like something is missing.
I know that we've had sex a couple of times, but I always try to control myself whenever I'm around her.
The last time I almost lost it was last week. We had sex almost the whole night and I made her cum many times -- not that I wasn't proud of it.
Yet, I don't want to be labeled as a grown man who exploits an innocent young girl a decade younger than me.
Exploit?
What the fuck am I thinking about?
I knock on Nevaeh's bedroom door and wait for her to let me in.
"Come in," her voice echoes from the other side of the door.
When I open the door, my gaze darts to her drinking something at her dresser. It looks like a pill, a medicine.
She puts the glass back on the dresser, and I frown. I close the door behind me and stride toward her.
Nevaeh notices my concern and says, "Oh, I went to see a doctor."
My frown grows deeper.
I didn't know that she'd been sick.
Nevaeh stares at me and stands up from the dresser bench. She has a serious expression on her face. Too serious.
My pulse suddenly quickens. I don't know what's wrong with me, why I suddenly become unreasonably paranoid. Maybe I've watched too many movies with her -- those dramatic love stories. Many scenarios are playing in my head, and I don't think that I want to hear what the doctor said about her.
"Aiden," she begins before taking a deep breath, as if it's difficult for her to explain to me what's going on.
I involuntary hold my breath.
"I'm on the pill now," she says, trying to gauge my reaction. "I know that you always wore a condom when we had sex, but..." She tears her gaze away from me, looking shy. Her face turns crimson. "I've been wondering if that can change."
My mouth drops open.
What?
I didn't expect this information.
Is that why she went to see a doctor?
Nevaeh steps closer to me, and my heart beats like a drum in my chest.
Earlier when I came into this room, I'd made up my mind to remain in control. But now, the word 'exploitation' resurfaces in my mind, and I quickly snap it out.
