Total pages in book: 181
Estimated words: 177690 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 888(@200wpm)___ 711(@250wpm)___ 592(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 177690 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 888(@200wpm)___ 711(@250wpm)___ 592(@300wpm)
fifty
hope
“This time… Make me your wife? But, Aden… you said you knew the truth?”
“I do and it’s okay. Hell, if the roles were reversed I would have probably done the same.”
“You would have?”
“Well, obviously not exactly the same because you don’t have a dick… but similar.”
“What is this fascination with your dick?” I cry.
“I got’ dick?” Jack questions in the background, and I hold my head down.
“Wait? Aden knows the truth, finally?” Daria asks.
“What truth?” Aden asks, “Does Daria know? Did you tell her that my dick was broken?” he asks, confused, but sadly, I’m not.
“You don’t know…” I whisper, that sick feeling hitting my stomach. “You don’t know,” I repeat, my stomach churning. I’m going to hurl. I know I am. “Aden we’re not really married,” I whisper, thinking that’s the easiest place to start.
“Hope what are you talking about?”
“You are not getting married!” White bursts in the door and then freezes when he sees us.
“White, shut the fuck up! Hope, what do you mean we’re not married?” Aden growls.
I jerk my face up to Aden and then to White, Ida Sue and a couple others that I don’t know.
“Aden, buddy,” this comes from one of the incredibly good-looking men that are standing behind White. Aden turns to look at them and I can physically see the shock that comes over his face. He stumbles, as if he suffered a physical blow, but then rights himself quickly.
“Gavin,” he murmurs. That’s the moment I know he remembers. It’s written all over his face. “What did you do, Hope?” he asks, and it’s a hoarse whisper and one that feels like it was ripped out of his soul. “What the fuck did you do?” he asks, in that same horrible tone that will haunt me for the rest of my life.
“Aden, I can explain, I swear.”
“What the fuck did you do?!?!?!” he repeats, only this time it’s not a sick whisper. It’s a scream and he looks at me with so much anger—so much hate, that it feels like my heart is being ripped out of my chest.
“Aden… it was a mistake I swear. I didn’t mean…”
“A mistake?!!?!”
“Yes. They wouldn’t let me see you and I was worried. The paramedics assumed I was your wife and I just…”
“You just lied. You lied to everyone! You lied to me!” he yells, though a decimal or two lower than before. “You fucking lied about everything! Everything that came out of your damn mouth!” he growls.
“I didn’t mean to and I tried to tell you the truth. I did, but things just kept…”
“You fucking cunt. You played God with my life!”
“Daddy’s mad,” Jack whispers, burying his head in Daria’s neck.
That’s when I knew. I don’t know how I knew, but I did. I saw it on his face, I saw it in his eyes and I saw it in the way his body braced for a blow. Of all the things that was hurting him the most. Looking at Jack…. Seeing Jack and hearing him call him daddy… that’s the final blow. That’s the death blow. The one there would be no coming back from.
“You let me believe I had a child. You let me love him!” he growls.
“Aden, please let me explain,” I cry, but even as I say the words I know it’s too late. He turns to push his way through his friends.
“Aden buddy, give her a chance—” White starts, but Aden doesn’t let him finish. Instead, he punches him. He gives White just half of his fury and slams his fist in White’s face so hard that blood instantly springs forth, causing White to fall back against the doorframe.
“You stay the fuck away from me and you keep your fucking family away from me,” he growls, just as he’s about to walk through the door another woman bursts in and she does it with four other men following her, all toting cameras. That’s when I knew a horrible situation I wouldn’t have thought could get worse—just did.
“Aden McIntyre! Is this how you handle a situation? Leave the set of our new movie, default on contractual obligations and run off in the middle of nowhere and marry some girl when we’re engaged! You’ve not only ruined my career you’re breaking my heart!” the woman cries.
Engaged? White said there was no woman… Oh God, what have I done?
Cameras are going off, taking in everything—the whole scene, but Aden ignores it. He looks down at the woman and the look on his face, the tone of his voice, all of it combined, chills the whole room.
“Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of. My. Way.”
He enunciates each word singularly, concise and cold as steel. Each word could be a lethal weapon, such is the intent behind them. The woman stumbles backwards and then Aden leaves. He doesn’t even look back at me. He says nothing. He just leaves.