Secrets of Us A Forbidden Love Romance (Alina) novel Chapter 133

A Lot That Needs Fixing

He fucks me there.

I don’t even get my dress off, and he only manages to free his cock from his pants. We’re

entangled, hungry and desperate for each other, so it’s heavy, but quick.

I breathlessly pant over his lips as we both come down from our climaxes, and my entire body trembles when he runs his fingers down my neck and spine.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

I smile, still breathing hard.

He stands and settles me on the couch, pulling out of me. He straightens his clothes and heads back to his desk, grabbing his laptop as I fix my dress.

Thirty minutes later, I’m leaning against his shoulder, my fingers tracing small patterns over the fabric of his shirt as he types away.

We, don’t even have to speak; being away from him for a week makes just the warmth of

his presence enough.

He finally exhales, stretching his fingers before shutting the laptop with a soft click. He sets it aside, rubbing his tired eyes with his knuckles.

I run my hand through his hair. “Are you done for the day?”

He kisses me on the crown of my head, bringing me closer with his arm on my waist. “I

have so much to do still, but it can wait until tomorrow.”

I pull back, tracing circles on the part of his chest that’s visible through his open shirt. “Jake.”

He hums in response, his fingers idly brushing up and down my arm, his eyes on mine.

“Can we talk about something?”

He stills for a second but composes himself. “Of course.”

I continue, choosing my words carefully. “About you and Zaid.”

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4:07 pm

A Lot That Needs Fixing

His hand stops moving. I watch his jaw tighten slightly, a telltale sign of tension.

“What about me and Zaid?” His voice is soft, and yet still tense.

I shift, sitting up so I can face him properly. “What is going on between you two? Whatever it is, it doesn’t feel right.”

Jake sighs, leaning back against the couch, his gaze drifting for a second before returning to me. “There’s a lot between us that needs fixing, Alina.”

I look down, intertwining our hands. “It just makes me sad. I have feelings for you both and the tension… it’s a lot.”

His jaw clenches, and he exhales. “There’s a lot.‘

“Like what?” I press gently.

He studies me for a moment. “How much has Zaid told you about him going to juvie?”

My stomach tightens, remembering that he doesn’t know the truth.

I swallow, choosing my words carefully. “I know why he was there.”

Jake’s face darkens. “Then you know how reckless that was.”

I see the anger in his eyes, and while I understand it, I also hate it.

His voice is laced with frustration. “I can’t wrap my head around why he would do something like that, especially after his mother.”

Ice cold panic rushes through me. My stomach turns and I ignore the sound of blood rushing to my ears.

Jake’s brows furrow. He runs a hand down his face before meeting my gaze again. “You know he was driving, right?”

The words hit like a hammer to my chest.

He was driving?

“I know he carries the guilt of it every day. It wasn’t exactly his fault, but to go through

that and then ruin his future by doing something so dumb like that?”

I clamp my lips shut before I can say anything, because the truth burns on my tongue. I want to yell at him that it wasn’t Zaid that was street racing; it was Aiden.

“You don’t?” Indignation raises my voice.