~Joan~
He just continued eating his food like I hadn’t said anything important. Thinking about it now, I was convinced Aaron had OCD.
Rhoda had once mentioned Aaron had problems sleeping, and I wondered how he coped. Was he really okay? Did he just push through the exhaustion, or was there something deeper he didn’t want to talk about?
My heart tugged on its strings, and I dropped my fork, placing my hands on the island.
“Aaron?” I called, and he glanced up at me. I shifted in the stool, feeling quite uncomfortable because of what I asked.
I know we weren’t the best of friends, hell, Aaron and I could never be best friends. We were just fuck buddies, but still I wanted to know.
“Yeah, I do have a minor OCD. But it’s nothing,” he said casually, and I swallowed, unsure how to respond. Wow.
That explained his constant need for control, his insistence that everything and everyone stay in order. Including Rhoda and I
“Aaron…” I started softly as I inched a little bit closer.
“Don’t feel sorry for me, kitten. Like I said, it’s nothing,” he said dryly, his tone firm. He didn’t even spare me a glance, just concentrated on his food.
I looked away, straightening up and trying to push back the sudden ache in my chest. The sex and everything between us was beginning to mess with my head, because I actually felt sorry for him and was thinking of ways to help.
Even though that felt almost impossible.
We sat in silence for a while. Aaron continued eating while I didn’t. I just stared out the window at the sky that was growing darker, my thoughts swirling.
“Why aren’t you eating?” Aaron’s deep voice snapped me out of my head. I glanced at him and shrugged.
“Lost my appetite,” I said, and his dark eyes gleamed as he sat upright. It was only then I realized he’d finished his food.
“No. You’re just feeling off right now. Eat,” he said, his voice held a deceptive calm tone.
I raised a brow at him. Was he really going to start now? He of all people knew I hated taking orders from him -well, outside the bedroom ofcourse.
“I just told you I lost my appetite,” I said, trying to keep my tone steady. He rubbed his fingers across his lips, his jaw tightening in that way that made my stomach flip.
“I need you to have strength for what I’m about to do to you. I’m not going to risk you passing out on me. So…” He leaned forward, his eyes locking with mine. “Eat.”
I held my breath for a second, heat rushing to my face as his gaze burned into me. I crossed my arms over my chest, defiant. His shirt had ridden up my thighs, and I saw his eyes flick down before returning to mine, darker now.
“Ten seconds, kitten. Or I’ll have no other choice but to spoon-feed you myself and trust me, it isn’t something you would like,” he said, and a part of me was tempted to test him, to see if he actually would.
I huffed, grabbing the fork. His eyes lit up as he leaned back, satisfaction gleaming on his face.
I fiddled with the food, taking a few bites here and there before eventually giving up. It felt heavy in my stomach.
Aaron eyed me wearily before he stood up, carrying both plates to the dishwasher. He knew I wasn’t going to eat again and It was nice that he wasn’t going to force me to.
I watched him for a moment before getting up and moving toward the window.
Since his penthouse was at the top of the building, I could see everything happening below. The streets were nearly empty, just a few headlights cutting through the now growing darkness.
I felt him before I saw him. He came up behind me, his presence warm and solid, and slid his hands under the shirt I was wearing. His palms cupped my breasts, his palms warm as he pulled me back against him.
He fondled me softly, and I tipped my head back so it rested against his chest.
“I should call Rhoda,” I said, though the words came out breathless. I honestly wondered why I was coming up with an excuse to leave.
“She can wait,” he murmured, his voice low as he rolled my nipples between his fingers.
He caught my earlobe between his lips and sucked, and my knees wobbled. If he wasn’t holding me up, I was sure I’d have collapsed.
“You drive me insane,” he groaned, his hard cock pressing firmly into my back.
I closed my eyes and let myself feel him, let the moment consume me. Heat pooled low in my stomach, my heart thudding in my chest like a drum.
A sound shattered the tension between us, bringing me back. My eyes fluttered open as reality intruded.
It was my phone.
Aaron didn’t let go, his grip almost stubborn as I tried to focus. It was just a text; I could check it later.
The pinging continued, relentless, until Aaron groaned and pulled away, the loss of his touch almost painful.
“Silence that thing,” he bit out, his voice rough with frustration.
I couldn’t help the small smile that broke across my face.
“Desperate much?” I teased, turning to see him run a hand through his hair, his biceps flexing with the motion.
“Very,” he muttered, his tone curt. I rolled my eyes. Typical.
I walked to the island where I’d left my phone last night, only vaguely aware I’d forgotten about it.
Picking it up, I muted the notifications but paused to check the incoming message.
It was from an unknown number.
I clicked on it, and all the air left my lungs.
My heart pounded in my chest, the rush of blood in my ears.
It was just one sentence.
Care to know who your parents are?