Secrets of Us A Forbidden Love Romance (Alina) novel Chapter 66

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We step out into the backyard and the only thing stopping me from wobbling in my high heels is Aiden’s steady arm beneath mine.

The evening breeze sends shivers down my spine, and my skin breaks out into goosebumps. People are talking around us, drinking and having appetizers.

Some of them wave at Aiden. Most of the people here are their friends and family. He only waves back at them and doesn’t try to start any conversation.

Twinkling lights are strung through the trees, casting a soft light over the crowd. Everything is picture–perfect. Far too perfect for the storm of nerves swirling in my chest.

My stomach is a mess, my nerves flying erratically inside of me.

My eyes scan the space, taking in the faces of people I don’t recognize until they land on Zaid.

He’s standing near the edge of the crowd, dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit that fits him like a glove. His hair is styled just enough to be called neat, though a strand falls rebelliously across his forehead. The sharp lines of his jaw and the depth of his dark eyes make him look impossibly handsome.

Too handsome.

I feel a wave of heat rush through me, making me hyper–aware of the fabric of my dress, the way it clings to me, the daring slit that exposes my thigh with every step.

And the fact that I’m not wearing any underwear.

Fuck. I rub my legs together, but that does little to help the unease between them.

Zaid tilts his head at me like he knows and, for a second, I feel like both of us are thinking about last night.

About how he watches me come on his brother’s cock.

I shift uncomfortably, a flush creeping up my neck as I try to push the thought away. Aiden glances down at me, his brow furrowing slightly.

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“You okay?” he asks, his voice low.

I nod quickly, forcing a tight smile. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

He misinterprets my discomfort completely, his hand giving mine a reassuring squeeze. “Don’t worry about Zaid. He was an idiot for bringing Sadie yesterday. Let’s just enjoy the

night, okay?”

I nod again, though his words barely register. My focus is splintered, darting between Zaid and the growing crowd.

He kisses me softly. “How are you feeling?”

He rubs a finger against my exposed hip and I know what he’s asking me about. I inhale against his lips. “I feel fine.”

He smiles. “Can you feel the breeze?”

He shifts his hand under my dress, and I grab his wrist. “Stop, Aiden.”

With a laugh, he draws his hand back. “Okay, fine.”

“You were seriously not thinking about fingering me at our parent’s wedding.”

He shrugs and I smack his arm. “I can’t help it. I want more if you every single fucking

time.”

“I know the feeling,” I mutter.

We stand at a high table for a while, drinking water and lemonade, when we hear a

commotion. We look toward the entrance of the house and spot Jake exiting, greeting the guests as he walks, a polished smile plastered on his face.

He looks so good in his suit, my mouth dries as I watch him walk toward us.

But then his eyes find me.

“Just want some words with my future step–daughter.”