Chapter 2 WILD NIGHT
Aaron!
What is he doing here?
Our eyes locked, and my heart slammed violently against my chest. The alcohol coursing through me made my bones feel weak, my balance fragile.
His gaze didn’t waver. “Sarah!” he muttered, his voice laced with shock.
Yes, it’s me, but I can’t stay here. I need to leave before I make a mess of things. I staggered to my feet, gripping the table for support as the ground spun beneath me.
My body swayed, and I almost collapsed, until strong hands wrapped firmly around my waist. I looked up and found myself staring into Aaron’s bright green eyes, piercing into mine. My heart skipped violently, and my breath caught.
I shoved his hands away. “Please, don’t touch me.”
“Sarah! I’m… where have you been?” Aaron asked flatly, steadying me back into my seat.
He slid down beside me, his sharp cologne invading my senses, overwhelming me, making it harder to think.
“Sarah, where have you been?” he repeated, his voice quieter this time.
Anger surged through me. “Why are you asking me this stupid question, you jerk? You promised to call, to text me! What happened?” My voice cracked, shaky and raw.
I wanted to scream, to break free from the storm inside me. His eyes on mine made my heart betray me, and I hated every second of it.
His eyes darkened. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” he said coldly, as if nothing had happened.
Nothing.
Like it wasn’t a big deal. Like all these years I’d been drowning in sorrow meant absolutely nothing to him.
“Congratulations on your wedding. And on being a big actor,” I forced the words out, each one slicing my throat. My chest felt so heavy, I swore it might explode.
He smirked, the corner of his lips curving with maddening ease. “Thank you. You look beautiful.”
The compliment was gentle, but it shook me like an earthquake. It was the first warmth I’d felt in years, and it terrified me.
“You… you…” My breath faltered, trembling over the words I didn’t want to say but couldn’t swallow back. “You’re… marrying my sister.”
Aaron’s expression didn’t flicker. No guilt. No surprise. Just blank. “Yes. I know.”
My stomach dropped. My eyes widened. He knew?
“You knew?” My voice cracked, rising with hurt I could no longer cage. “You knew about me this whole time and never once tried to find me? Why? What did I do to deserve that?” The scream broke out of me, strangled and raw, tears spilling before I could stop them.
I grabbed the whiskey and took a long gulp, the burn searing my chest, but the pain inside was worse. I lifted the bottle again, desperate, shaking, only for Aaron’s hand to tear it away.
“Give me back my drink!”
“No.” His tone was sharp, unyielding. “You don’t know how to handle this, Sarah.”
He shoved the bottle out of reach, and that final act snapped something inside me.
“Why do you care?” My voice was hoarse, broken, rising into a scream. “You’re getting married! You shouldn’t even be here! Go, go to your wife and leave me the hell alone!”
I tried to push him off, but he caught my chin, tilting my face toward his.
“I might be marrying your sister,” he said, his voice low and husky, cold as steel, “but I still want you.”
Those weren’t casual words. They felt like a claim, heavy and dangerous. His eyes dropped to my lips, and a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.
Was he insane? What was he even saying?
The alcohol was making it worse, I couldn’t think straight, couldn’t feel my own body anymore.
“Wha…” was all I managed to mutter, my voice breaking. My gaze slid to the bottle on the table, just out of reach. With shaky determination, I stumbled forward, grabbing it before Aaron could stop me. I drank deep, the bitter liquid burning down my throat, but he snatched it away.
“Don’t be stubborn,” he said sharply, his hand tight on the bottle. His voice felt distant, blurred by the haze in my head.
“Come on, let’s get you home. You’re drunk.”
The words floated around me like echoes, fading. My knees buckled, and suddenly his strong arms were under me, lifting me up. My head dropped against his shoulder, my eyes locking onto his in a dazed blur.
“Fuck me,” I whispered, not even recognizing my own voice. The words tumbled out before I could stop them, broken and desperate. “Please… just fuck me.”
His jaw clenched. “You don’t know what you’re saying, Sarah.”
But I grabbed his collar weakly, tugging him closer, my lips trembling. “Then fuck me...Because if you don’t, I swear I’ll find someone else out there.”
His eyes darkened. “Don’t do something reckless.”
“Then fuck me,” I muttered, though my body sagged helplessly against his.
"As you wish," he replied with a grin, and that was the only thing I could remember.
The rest of the visions were blurry; all I could take note of was Aaron lifting me up in his hands and dropping me on a bed. I felt his lips on my nipples while I kept muttering, "Fuck me."
His huge body pressed against mine, and I felt something hard piercing into my pussy.
That was the only thing I could process until I passed out.
I blinked slightly, trying to take hold of my environment. I tried to sit up, but my head was attacked by a severe headache.
My eyes moved slowly to my body, and my heart skipped a beat upon seeing I was completely naked. Wait, what happened? Then slowly, the memories of last night came flooding back.
No…” My hand flew to my mouth, muffling the gasp. I had slept with my sister's husband, whose wedding is in two weeks!
