Chapter Fourteen: Fetish*

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After waking up to my dream/nightmare, I tell Aiden about it. I know we've only been together for a couple of days but I feel like it's necessary to tell him the little things.

"Don't worry about it. Subconsciouses really suck, I know." He says and hugs me.

We both get ready to go to work. Actually, all four of us. Kind of.

Wiley pulls her hair back, "Aiden, I'm so sorry I unexpectedly crashed here. I need to go home and get ready to go to work."

"Don't worry about it, Wiley. It's fine. Bye." Aiden smiles at her as she leaves. Then Aiden sneezes.

"Bless you." I say, realizing this is the first time I've heard him sneeze and it's adorable. Fuck me.

"Thank you." His eyes all watery. "Uh... my ears are plugged."

"Just plug your nose and blow." I tell him.

"Ow, now I'm lightheaded." He looks at me accusatively.

"You did it wrong." I say simply.

"How? I kno how to blow!"

I giggle. "Huh, yeah you do."

And he smiles too. He loks at me, a moment of silence and he leans in to kiss my lips.

"What was that for?" I grin.

Aiden raises one eyebrow. "The kiss?"

I nod.

He furrows his brows, "Because I love you. You're my fetish."

"Do you think it's a little early to say these words? I mean if you don't, then I odn't either. And I love you too. And yes, you're my fetish too." I chastely kiss the tip of his nose, look at his eyes and kiss with our noses.

"So adorable." Im starteled by Kate's voice. I look over to her and see Milan behind her. I did not know he slept over too. He smiles at me but not Aiden.

Aiden offers me a cronut, "They're all the rage. Supposedly they're best in New York also."

I bite it and say, "This is fucking delicious! It tastes like a croissant having sex with a donut!" I laugh. Then I say to Aiden, "When I was a teen, I always thought the forget the real guy, just use his face in your fantasties and make him perfect there. But with you, I can't say that. Because I love you as a whole, the whole package." I kiss his cheek. I look at Milan. God, he is so breathtaking. Kate really hit the jackpot with this one. Now, don't think I'm falling in love with him, he's just very entertaining to look at. You can't blame me. If you were to see him, you would die. I know I think I'm super hot at times, especially Aiden is, but this one, Milan, is making all models hate him.

I pass by him purposely to smell him and I suppress my eyes from going wide. I slightly look back and he's slightly looking back at me too with an evil, sexy grin. What is his motive? If he has one. Well, I had to make my move believable so I grab a water bottle. His aroma was like the best poison. It smelled like Lacoste Pure, which is the white bottle. I know many cologne smells and I don't get them wrong (it's hard to sometimes because many of them smell very similar, especially perfumes).

Hmm.

Sorry, I'm just thinking about Milan as I stare at Milan as I stand by Aiden's side. "Milan, how old are you?"

"Twenty-six." He says.

Aiden looks at me questioningly.

I take a drink, actually a big gulp of my bottle. "Well, I need to get to work. I will see you all later. Bye, Milan. Nice meeting you." I reach out for him, arms embraced but he just stays there. Did it like not clearly register? "We're hugging." I point out. Then he hugs me. Weird.

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