This is the story of Sadie Wiener and Aidan Savage.
Sadie has it all together. At 28, she owns her own business(accounting firm), an awesome duo of friends, a cozy house - everything a girl could ask for, except for the constant battle against soci...
Entering my home sweet home, a wave of accomplishment washed over me. It felt like I'd won a war against myself. Socializing, especially with those gorgeous guys, turned out to be surprisingly fulfilling. Whatever this new feeling is, I'm going to embrace it with open arms.
The first thing I did was text Beat and Art to let them know I was safe. After that, I went through my usual nightly routine and crawled into bed. Sleep, however, was elusive.
The bedside clock glared back at me with its harsh red glow: 3:56 am. Two hours of tossing and turning, all because I couldn't stop thinking about Rock – no, Aidan Savage.
The way he commanded attention when he entered a room, the way his dimple deepened with every smile, his unapologetic flirting style... It was as if he owned his flaws, embraced them completely, and just went with the flow. There must be something incredibly freeing about being that comfortable in your own skin.
Tomorrow's Sunday, which means laundry, groceries, and a mountain of chores. Being wide awake at 4 am isn't exactly helping my cause. Sleep, I desperately needed you. Otherwise, Sunday was shaping up to be a drag.
Sleep eventually came, but it was a restless night filled with indecent fantasies of dark brown hairs and blue eyes.
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A shrill beeping tore me from sleep. Ugh, that infernal alarm clock! I was exhausted, but it was already 8 AM.
Sundays meant chores. The sooner I finished, the sooner I could spend the night with a good action movie. Dragging myself out of bed, I tackled cleaning and laundry.
By the time I reached the grocery store, I was already regretting my cart overflowing with junk food. Not a single fruit or vegetable in sight. This was the hardest part of living alone – no nagging mom to keep me disciplined.
"Okay," I thought, "next week is a new start." For now, though, chocolate and cheese it was.
Lost in thought, I wandered towards the cashier, only to crash into a solid wall of muscle... a human being, to be precise. Rock. My exhaustion vanished, replaced by a jolt of unexpected energy.
My heart hammered in my chest, and a blush crept up my cheeks. Everything seemed to fade away except him.
He apologized, his gaze meeting mine. A slow smile spread across his face, then recognition dawned.
"Are you comfy?" he smirked.
Confused, I stammered a reply. His booming laugh sent shivers down my spine, and I suddenly realized I was still plastered against him.
Not just leaning – his arms were wrapped around me, and my hands were clinging to his chest. My face was buried in the crook of his neck, inhaling a delicious mix of woodsy cologne, spice, and a hint of mint.
Shocked, I jerked away. My cheeks burned as I met his amused gaze. He stopped laughing.
"Oh my Sadie! Two days in a row? Careful, I might think you're stalking me." His playful smirk sent my heart into overdrive.
"No I swear I was not following you, I was here for grocery shopping, you can see, I bought a lot of junk food" I blurted and gestured to my unhealthy haul.
He glanced at my cart, then at his own overflowing with colorful vegetables, fruits, meats, and eggs. after his cart my eyes inevitably wandered to his chest, which is a great chest, its all broad and ripped, he must spend a lot of time in gym.
He cleared his throat, and I looked up to find him smirking again. Damn it, he caught me checking him out.
A mischievous glint entered his eyes. He leaned in close, his deep voice brushing my ear. "Having a party?"
Anxiety flooded me. "Uhh... yeah," I stammered. "Yes, a party."
"Is it today? Can I come?" he asked, still looking playful.
Great. How to politely decline? Think, Hailey, think!
"Sure," I blurted out, completely frazzled.
"Great! So, party today, and I'm invited?" he confirmed, while I panicked, desperately searching for an escape route.
"No! You can't come!" I blurted out without thinking. Where did my brain go when I needed it most?
His smile faltered, replaced by a look of disappointment. "Oh, okay. I get it. Overstayed my welcome."
"Actually, it's a, uh, period party," I blurted in a rush, not wanting him to feel bad. "Just for girls. You know, periods?"
"You Are Having A Periods Party..."He said looking horrified and I kept my mouth shut.
He started backing away, not caring that he is leaving his healthy cart behind
"Ok so I'll see you later, I forgot about a meeting at the club. Umm, bye," he said after rushing from the store.
Not that I blame him, but I'm kind of shocked that this "period" excuse actually works. I thought it was one of the part of novel that they are exaggerating. I smiled to myself and walks toward checkout line.
The cashier judged me while ringing out my supplies, but fortunately for me, I reached my maximum quota of embarrassment for today, so I couldn't be bothered to be embarrassed. Now I'm in for a quiet night, Chinese takeaway, and an action thriller.
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Please guys, don't forget to vote, I putting a lot pf work in this. I hope this works out.
This chapter got me thinking, what is the men's equivalent to period's party?
Lyrics of the day: Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time. You and I drink the poison from the same vine
