"Prepare for your third kiss." He smirked and didn't give me a chance to react and smashed his lips on mine.
I wanted to pull away but I felt Aiden's arms sliding from my back to waist. He pulled me closer by applying pressure on my lower back and I...
I gasped looking around. I would hit him with my snickers if he tried to do anything to m- "I want to talk to you." He stopped steps away from me and I sighed in relief. "Tell your mom to leave." I looked at him in shock.
"What?"
"Are you deaf? Tell your mom to leave this yacht right now!" He snapped. "I don't want her he-" I threw my dress on the couch and went straight to him, pushing him away angrily.
"Who the hell are you to decide huh?!" I poked his chest. "No.one!" I looked up in his hazel eyes. "Stacey invited her here not you! And how the hell did you think that you can order me after what you did?! I'm not your fucking shave Aiden! I won't follow the orders!" I hit his chest but he did winched. He held my wrists and pulled me closer making me gasp.
"You wanted to know why I'm doing this?" He whispered making me heartbeat fast. His scent was making me crazy, like I was drowning into it, forgetting that I actually hated him. His hot minty breath hit my face. "I will tell you though I know that you know." My eyes met with his as a tear rolled down from my cheek.
I forgot that he hated me more.
"I'm speaking truth. I don't know anything Aiden." I whispered weakly. "I'm fed up of this fights......please tell me." I pleaded as more tears made their way out of my eyes. I hated being so weak Infront of him but I couldn't help it. The more I thought to be strong, the more it hit me to become weak.
"You know Tessa." I shook my head.
"I don't." I said quietly. Aiden shook his head and left my wrists, stepping away.
"No, you're lying." He continued stepping backwards until his fingers touched the door knob.
"Aiden-" he opened the door and walked out. "Don't!" I sat on the couch, burying my head in my hands. "I don't know anything." I cried.
Tell your mom to leave this yatch. What did he meant by this? The big question was what was his problem with my mom?
I shook my head, wiping my tears and got up to get ready. The function was to be start in an hour or so.....
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I walked out of my room after getting ready in a embroidered pink high necked dress ending right above my knees. The sleeves were full that I didn't need to wear any bracelet just silver earrings and a ring in my middle finger.
I opened my hair and curled the ends. I wore silver high heels and took a pick clutch with me. My makeup was light, but my eyes were smokey hot under the dark black shadow an eyeliner, lips were covered with a dark pinkish shade of lipstick. It felt perfect like the dress was made for me,
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