Secrets of Us A Forbidden Love Romance (Alina) novel Chapter 85

Not Complicated

My clit it literally pulsing against the fabric of my thong.

“Asshole,” I mumble to myself as I walk down the hallway, no orgasm, no relief.

“He teased you, didn’t he?”

I stop mid–step, looking up to find Aiden leaning against the wall with a smirk on his face and his eyebrows lifted like this is a joke.

I don’t know how to answer that. Is talking about sexual experiences with different

partners a normal thing? I shrug instead.

‘Aiden presses his lips together and makes his way toward me, cupping my cheeks in his

hands. “It’s all over your face. You’re frustrated.”

My heart is hammering in my chest, my insides aching for relief. But I shake my head. “No, I’m fine.”

Yeah, right. I’m not fine. I’m hot, furious. I hate how much Zaid gets under my skin. He’s

punishing me, even though I don’t think I did anything wrong.

I had to talk to Aiden first. He’s been my boyfriend.

Well, okay, maybe deciding on a relationship with his brother before even talking to him wasn’t my smartest move. Especially because it was Aiden who told him and not me.

I sigh as I walk away to the living room and flop on the couch. Aiden chuckles as he follows me and he leans over, kissing me softly. “I have to get to practice.”

I frown. “Practice? While on break?”

He nods, running his hand through his hair. “If the team wants to stay on top of this, we

have to stay in shape.”

“Fine,” I kiss him softly before watching him walk away.

Now it’s just me and this empty house. I don’t move from the couch and I try scrolling on

my phone, but my mind keeps circling back to Zaid.

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The way he smirked, then left the room like it didn’t bother him to leave me hot and wanting. To leave my pussy drenched and not satisfied.

I groan as my insides curl at the reminder of his tongue.

The front door opens and I look over the edge of the couch, drawing myself out of my thoughts. Jake walks in and a whole new set of butterflies erupts in my stomach.

I sit up straighter as he walks in, his arms full of grocery bags.

His gaze lands on me, and those dark eyes of his turn molten. Fuck, Zaid looks so much like him.

I clear my throat as I stand. “Need help?”

His jaw clenches as he looks me over and gives me one stiff nod.

I follow him into the kitchen, taking a few bags to unpack. The silence between us is so tense that I kind of just want to grab him and kiss him to break it.

“You get everything you needed?” I ask, pulling out a carton of eggs.

“I think so, though I didn’t buy anything for dessert. I was thinking I’d leave that up to

you.”

I smile faintly, a prick of pain making my heart rate quicken. “Yeah, Alex and I were always in charge of the dessert.”

Jake pauses, leaning against the counter. His face softens, his usual darkness giving way to something quieter. “You were?”

The question catches me off guard, not sure if I’m ready for that kind of vulnerability. I nod slowly. “My dad wasn’t much of a cook, but he liked to make the turkey every Thanksgiving and Christmas. It was always disgustingly dry.”

I laugh to myself, noticing the way he smiles, too. Still, the nice memory isn’t enough to drive away all the pain. My smile drops and I rub my hands down my arms to stop the wave that crashes through me.

I can’t breathe.

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I feel like I’m drowning.

I swallow, pushing through it. “He said that it was tradition. Even if mother had to have a separate dish ready for us.”

I glance at him, noting the faraway look in his eyes. “Christmas is hard for you?”

He thinks about it for a moment. “Maybe before, but not anymore. I just hold back for the boys.”

Jake steps closer, his hand brushing my shoulder. “You’re not alone.”

He pulls back and rests his forehead on mine. “Have you thought about what we talked about? About telling Aiden?”

My stomach twists into knots. Guilt crashes over me, sharp and suffocating. He doesn’t know about Zaid. He doesn’t know how messy this could all get.

you.”

He shakes his head, his hands holding on to my waist. “It doesn’t have to be.”

1 scoff, pressing a kiss to his lips. “Dating a father and his son? That sounds complicated

He licks my lips, deepening our kiss for a second before asking. “Do you want to be with