Chapter 18: Too Late to Apologize

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(Aiden POV)

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(Aiden POV)

Without a show of emotion, Tae closes the door in my face, my head hitting the door with a loud thud.

With the closing of the door, My heart shatters into a million pieces and I crumple to the floor in tears.








The door suddenly opens again and Tae looks down at me with a small smile on his face.

The door suddenly opens again and Tae looks down at me with a small smile on his face

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"My sincerest apologies baby, I was just checking to see whether or not this is real." He laughs and I would have put up a fight if I wasn't so weak from the heartbreak.

He reaches down and drags me into his bedroom by my arms and closes the door behind me. I close my eyes still sniffling and coughing. I feel this softness touch my cheek and blink to see Tae Holding my head up while wiping away my tears with a warm, wet cloth.

"You're a mess, my Juliet," He chuckles and holds my head in his lap. While he continues to tenderly wipe the tears away.

"You drive me insane Tae," I groan under my breath and he gently kisses my forehead.

"You drive me crazy too, but that's why I love you," he says as he tosses the cloth to the side and starts to tug at my shirt.

"Take this off. I never want to see you in another man's clothes again," He says as he aggressively grabs my shirt and tries to take it off but I hold it in place.

"No, wait don't..."

But he was stronger than me and I was too weak and the shirt comes off.

"Aiden..."

He almost gasps and I sit up, curling into a ball while shivering from the sudden cold. Without another word he grabs a blanket from on top of his bed and wraps me it around my shoulders, the slightest whiff of his scent makes my heart skip a beat. He then picks me up in his arms with ease and carries me to his bed where he lays me down.

Tae then proceeds to hold my head. His large hands cupping my cheeks.

"Baby, when was the last time you ate?" He asks and I try to shake him off but he holds me still.

"This morning," I try to lie my way out of it but he raises an eyebrow,

"Don't lie to me. When?" He repeats and if I had any tears left I would have burst out crying again.

"Fine, I don't remember. Like two days ago...I think?" I meet his concerned gray eyes and he finally lets go of me.

"Aiden, you're going to fall back into your anorexic habits if you keep this up. You're skinny enough as it is my love." He says and I close my eyes.

"I'm fine," I tell him but he gets up anyway.

Tae comes back a few minutes later with a mug of hot tea and crackers with cheese on a little tray. He puts it down on the nightstand and puts a cracker up to my mouth.

"Eat it now," he demands and I take it. From him while enjoying a sip of strawberry tea which is his favorite.

He gently kisses my forehead with his hand softly caressing my cheek, he presses his forehead against mine and I lean forward a little, just barely kissing him.

"So what were you running to my company to tell me? I couldn't understand you through the weeping," He asks and I put the tea down wrapping my arms around his shoulders.

"I'm yours, I want to be yours. I don't care anymore about my father finding out. I just want to be with you. Like fully be with you because I can't take this secret love any longer. I want to shout it to the world until my lungs give out that I love you and you alone. And no one will ever take you away from me." I whisper with him still pressed against me and his eyes closed.

"Tae? Are you okay?" I ask after getting no reply. He pulls his head away from me and wipes the tears from his eyes with his robe.

"Do you know how long I've yearned to hear you say that?" He smiles and cries at the same time.

"Oh Tae," I pull him back to me and kiss him with everything I have. My heart was his. It always was and it always will be. I try to peal to untie his long robe but he suddenly slaps my hands away.

"No, eating is more important. I won't have my baby starve himself." He says and I groan as he hands me another cracker.

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