Aadya is classified as a good girl. she only has two people she hangs out with and is extremely smart and ever since she got in high school she hasn't even looked for boys, but other than that she is kind of a mystery.
Xander is classifies as basic...
I am driving Lucas home and then taking Aayda to my house for the night. There is no way im letting her out of my sight after tonight. Even if I did know where she lived I wouldn't take her their for the night, not without me staying there too.
After about an hour into driving I drive up to Lucas's house. It takes me about ten minutes to get him out of my car and safely in his house before I climb back into my car and drive off.
On my way to my house I just pray no one is awake and no one notices me coming in late. I mean dad would tell them I was meeting with a new client and not to worry right? Honestly probably not he does not know how to communicate.
As I drive up to my house I park the car outside of the garage because that would be to loud. I get out and then go to the passenger side and carry Aayda inside. She is tiny but fit. Light as a fucking feather, not really but beside me she would look like an ant.
When I get in my house I go straight to my room, once I get in my room I lay her down on my bed and finally get a good look at her and damn, she is fucking beautiful. She is wearing a white skin tight dress that goes down to her mid thigh, sleeves along her arms, and white heels that are simple but look perfect with the dress.It looks amazing on her.
I don't know what to do but I am for sure not letting her sleep in that dress and makeup. I go to the bathroom and get a wash cloth and run it under some warm water, I don't know if this is how you do it but if she breaks out and it is because of me I will never forgive myself. I know that is dramatic but giving a girl an insecurity is something I never want to do and if I can prevent it I will. Plus, she can't do it herself at the moment so I have too.
I make it back into my room and start removing her makeup making sure not to be to rough so I don't irritate her skin. But as im whipping her cheek I see something dark under her makeup, as I continue wiping I realize what I see and my blood boils. Who the fuck laid her hands on her? I take a breathe and once I think I have all the makeup off I go to my dresser and get two pairs of sweats and go to my closet to get a hoodie. I change into my sweats really quickly leaving myself shirtless and then go back in my room to clothe her. Shit.
I see a bra strap and sigh in relief then close my eyes and slip the dress off of her without any unnecessary touching. Still with my eyes closed I manage to pull on her sweats and then carefully put my hoodie over her head, once I pull it down enough that I can't see her boobs I open my eyes and pull her arms through. I tuck her in and then make sure she was enough pillows before I make my way to the library.
I always keep pillows and blankets in there for the night I stay up late and read and don't feel like going to bed.
I have been laying here for an hour not being able to sleep. I just keep thinking about that bruise on her cheek and can't help but wander. There wasn't only a bruise but a hand print. What the fuck. I give up. Im going to read.
I go over to the new stack of books I bought for this week and pick a couple that sound good and get to reading.
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Aayda
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Im woken up by the sound of a shower turning off and I snap up. The last thing I remember from last night was dancing on the dance floor to my favorite song and then that guy whispering in my ear. I don't remember anything after that. And holy shit my head is throbbing.
Then I start thinking and look down at my body and I relax a little when I realize im in a hoodie and sweats. Then I look around even more than there is my white dress along with my heels on the floor, and a cup of water on the nightstand with three tiny pills next to it. I look around at the details of the room and it's beautiful. It has a gray and navy blue color pattern, nothing super personal on the walls but there is two sets of normal door and then a set of double doors. Im guessing the double doors are the exit and the other two doors lead to a bathroom and closet.
I look at the other half of the room and it just gets better. There's a sliding glass door that goes out to a balcony. Holy shit where am I? This is also when I realize how big and comfy this bed is. I snuggle back into it and get a good look at it. It is honestly the size of a smaller bed room. But I do take notice to how the other side of the bed is still made. What happened last night?
In the middle of my train of thought one of the single doors open and fuck. Why is Alexander walking out of the bathroom dripping wet, with a towel around his waist, hanging dangerously low, and showing off his V-line?
Im snapped out of my thoughts when he turns and then I see his face change slightly when he notices im awake. "Hey, sorry I didn't mean to wake you I would've showered in the guest bathroom but it didn't have any soap."
What. The. Fuck.
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A/N: Hi babes!! Im sorry for the shorter chapter but I wanted next chapter just them talking and not with anything else so this was all I had for this one! Love you guys!
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Love you babes and see you in the next chapter! Also please vote and comment if you like what you are reading it gives me a lot of motivation to write more!!
