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...
Sunday, the supposed fun day, was my chore day, and today, it was also my anticipation day. I was eagerly awaiting my flower delivery. When the doorbell rang at 12:15 PM, I raced to the door, ready to receive my bouquet. Instead, I found a single red rose lying on my porch.
Disappointment washed over me. Was Rock giving up on me already? Should I call or text him to express my gratitude? While lost in thought, I heard a loud crash followed by a string of curses. I grabbed the rose and rushed outside to find Rock sprawled on the ground, a ruined cake and a broken champagne bottle beside him.
"Are you okay?" I asked, bending down to help him.
"No, I messed up," he groaned, staring at the messed up cake and champagne.
"You're bleeding from your elbow. Let's get you inside," I said, offering him my hand, ignoring the dirt on his palm.
"Art was right. I'm a loser who can't get a girl like you," he lamented. We seemed to be on different planets.
"Come on, let's get you inside. I'll clean that up," I insisted, pulling him to his feet.
"Can it get any worse? I was supposed to woo you, but I ruined everything!" he exclaimed, oblivious to the chaos he'd created on my doorstep.
"It could be worse. I could throw this cake at you and go inside," I retorted, losing my patience with this big child and he looked at me as if I'd grown a second head.
"You wouldn't do that, would you?" he asked with a pout, somehow managing to look cute even in this ridiculous situation.
I helped him up, cleaned up the mess, and threw the broken glass in the trash. His clothes need to be thrown out as well but
"I don't have anything in your size," I said.
"I'll just go home and change. Can you give me an aspirin? I think I bruised my ribs," he groaned.
"No, you're going to take a shower. You reek of champagne, cake, and dirt. You can wear my robe. Just leave your clothes on the bathroom floor. I'll wash them or throw them away," I ordered.
"How am I supposed to go home in your robe? I don't want to get arrested for indecent exposure," he complained.
"I'll find you some clothes. Just take a shower before your wound gets infected," I insisted.
"It's not that bad," he grumbled.
"Just go to the bathroom!" I snapped.
He finally retreated to the bathroom, and I went to get my first aid kit. I called Art to explain the situation and asked her to send Axel, Rock's brother, with some clothes. I also prepared a sandwich, coffee, and some cookies.
When Rock emerged from the bathroom, he was wearing my black robe and looked... surprisingly good.
"You chose the black one, huh?" I commented.
"I chose black instead of red or green. Duh!" he replied.
"That's pink not red, but that's beside the point," I said, trying not to stare. I'd never seen such athletic legs. The robe barely covered them.
"And what's the point?" he asked, smirking.
The point is... nothing. Just sit down and let me tend to your wound," I stammered, blushing. I blushed more times after meeting rock than I did my whole life and you should also keep that in mind that I am shy introvert.
"Whatever lady says" he said sitting down on couch, adjusting his robe while I m trying not to peek
I gave him the food and started cleaning his wound. It was just a minor cut, but I couldn't focus with him sitting there, looking so... attractive.
I finished cleaning his wound when I heard the footsteps on my porch I went to open my front gate and Axel came inside followed by Art and another man I don't know
"Where's my brother? What have you done to him?" Axel demanded giving me a look that made me squirm and my heart rate spike, I was trying really hard not to panic or worse cry.
"What the heck are you doing here? Don't talk to her like that," Rock said from behind me.
Axel looked behind me at the couch where Rock was sitting and gasped loudly.
A ten-second silence filled the room as Axel, Art, and the other guy stared at Rock. Rock glared at Axel, and I nervously glanced between them, unsure of what to say.
Then, the other guy burst out laughing so hard he fell to his knees, clutching his stomach. He had the same brown hair as the Savage brothers, but his eyes were green instead of their icy blue. He must be a brother or cousin, given their striking resemblance in features and build.
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