Camila Rodrigo;
I had promised Mom I'd come see her the next day, so I had to head home and change. It had been such a hectic day.
Still, I had Alessandro's support — something I never would have expected. Every time I think about how he pretended to be my husband, I can't help but smile. Well played, Brah.
Alessandro had somewhere else to be, so he left earlier, and I went home to freshen up. A few minutes after I stepped out of the shower, Aaron showed up — already half undressed.
I couldn't hide the surprise on my face when I caught sight of his tattoos.
God, he looked bloody sexy.
But I brushed past him. He's gay, after all. Some other guy out there gets to enjoy that view, lucky him.
Aaron disappeared into the bathroom while I busied myself picking out something to wear for bed. After a while, he came out with a strange look on his face, like he had something to say.
Then, without warning, he gently grabbed my arm and kissed me.
Not a soft, hesitant kiss — but a full, aggressive, dominating kiss.
I immediately pulled away, gasping for breath.
"I'm so sorry about that," he said quickly, "it was just... in the moment."
I stayed silent.
He hesitated, then blurted out, "I found out Michael's been cheating on me. No — cheating doesn't even cover it. He's a manwhore. Sleeps with guys like they're toys and takes huge amounts of money from them."
My eyes widened in shock as he continued bitterly.
"He admitted he never loved me. Just let me have my way with him, like the other guys in his life. I know it sounds like an excuse... but I'm really not myself right now."
Still, I said nothing.
Aaron shifted awkwardly and added, "I saw your missed calls. I actually didn't have my phone with me until I got in the car on my way home."
Here's your rewritten version, keeping it casual, emotional, and a bit smoother:
I grabbed a dress from the closet, slipping it on as I explained, "Yeah... My mom had surgery earlier today. Well, actually, she had a cardiac arrest. Thankfully, a good neighbor called an ambulance, and they rushed her to the hospital. The neighbor messaged me using Mom's phone, so I rushed over to be with her."
As I spoke, I felt a hand slide around my hips—Aaron. He hugged me from behind, then turned me around to pull me into a proper hug. I really needed it, so I let myself sink into him.
"I'm really sorry I wasn't there when it happened," he murmured, his voice heavy with regret. "Instead, I was wasting my time with a cheater."
"It's okay," I said softly. "You couldn't have known. And honestly, who would've guessed that sweet Michael was just a con artist? I'm sorry you had to find out that way."
"You needed me today, Camilla… and I wasn't there. I feel terrible. I feel guilty. I'm truly sorry," he whispered, pressing a light kiss to the top of my head.
Something felt different—his hands lingered on my waist, his voice low and rough, almost sensual. Normally, we hugged and shared quick kisses on the cheek, but this hug felt hotter, heavier. The whole room seemed warmer, like the air had thickened.
He must have felt it too. Aaron stared into my eyes, then let his gaze drop to my lips. Slowly, he leaned in and kissed me—not just a quick, friendly peck, but a real kiss.
And somewhere in my twisted mind, I found myself comparing his kiss to Alessandro's.
Sure, the devil kissed better. But right now?
I didn't care.
Aaron held my chin up as he continued kissing me. His hands on my ass, squeezing and grabbing.
Which makes me wonder if he has always been gay. Because his touch is truly sensual.
His other hand, reached for my boobs, he takes his time to play with them. I wasn't really aroused but curiosity wouldn't make me put an end to this.
I wanted to see for myself how long he would go in with this.
He breaks the kiss and placed a nipple inside his mouth, he sucked like he had been denied breast milk all his life. He pulled my nipples hard and tight, I squirmed and let out bits of painful moan.
He finally lets go, looking me in the eye as though asking for permission. He led me to the bed. And I knew what he wanted next.
But, I knew this was all wrong. He just had a break up. He was trying to cope with that by initiating sex. He isn't going to heal properly by having sex with me; he just wants to pay back. He thinks he wants me; but I know he is just living in the moment.
And moments like this have severe consequences.
I, on the other hand, encouraging him by allowing him to go this far isn't because I have any feelings for him or, I'm trying to heal him. But, I had a major heart wrenching day. So, this is like a rjn-away time from my reality.
We were both escaping our reality, doing something we might later regret. But, I'll just live with all the consequences.
I lay on the bed with him on top of me, he had taken his shirt off, so I had a clear view of his tattoos.
I traced the interesting ones, but he did nothing. Just allowed me to have fun with his body.
No words were said between us, as if a single sound could break us out of the trance state we are in right now. There was no room for a conversation. Just silence and action.
I grabbed him closer, as we continued kissing and touching. He started to unzip his trousers and as I was about to undo mine; my phone rang out.
I totally ignored it, but it just kept ringing annoyingly. I checked the caller and it was Alessandro. The devil.
Come on, what is the worst that could happen huh?
Your fake boyfriend dad, calling when you are in a heated moment with his son.
Oh great!
"You should pick, it might be the hospital." Aaron suggests. But, I knew well, it wasn't.
"Give me one second." I said to him, as I climbed off the bed and went to the bathroom
"Why are you calling?" I immediately bite.
"Always this feisty huh?" He said in a calm tone, which was literally pissing me off.
"What do you want?" I asked him again.
"Just wanted to check up on you, that's all. No need to be all grumpy. Doctor." He playfully teased.
"Thanks, But I need to go now." I waved him off.
"Hold on.....I have something else. Something that might interest you." He said, I bit my lips as I decided to give him another second of my time.
"Spit it out." I remarked, showing disinterest in what he had to say.
"I have my men watching over your mom, but it seems your sister is nowhere to be found. But....." He paused, dragging the suspense all too long.
"But what?" I was getting impatient.
"If you wanna know, come to my study, then I'll tell you the information I have on her." He proposed.
"I can't, I'm in the middle of something." I answered. Hoping it would deter him from asking me to come.
"Sex with Aaron or answers to where your sister is , which is more important." He said in a matter-of-facts tone.
Which made me rethink my options, but how the hell does he know? Is there a secret camera here?
"What makes you think that's what I'm busy with huh?" I asked, trying to sound as sarcastic as I could.
"I've been in the game Doctor, I know a fish when I smell one. It's up to you, your sister or fake boyfriend." He said, cutting the line.
I had my options placed on the table, I really did not need to go see him; but I was curious about Jenny. She didn't even check up on mom or call me.
Could it be that she's in some kind of danger? The debtors got her before her debt could be paid?
Panic sets in and I know what choice I made.
I stepped out of the bathroom, Aaron had his clothes on already. Clearly he was out of the mood.
"I need to be somewhere, we'll talk when I'm back." I spoke to him briefly. Not bothering to look him in the eye.
"I could drive you there okay, if you need a hand?" He suggested it, but I waved him off with my hands.
"I'll be good, don't stay up for me. Not sure when I'll get back." I informed him, exiting the room with my purse, phone and heart in hand.
My phone chimed with a message.
Meet you there, wouldn't want your boyfriend seeing you with his father this late at night, right?
An address was attached to the message.
I hailed a taxi, hopped into the car seat. As the taxi rolled into life and exited the main compound.