Bella's POV
I couldn't talk to Bridget. She saw me approaching and ran away.
I met Bridget at the hospital. We became best friends in a short amount of time, but then she was released earlier. We kept in touch afterward for a little while, but then she suddenly stopped talking to me. I see her in my area now, but she didn't even bother to contact me? I felt suspicious.
Why did she run away? As if she was watching me from a distance.
I decided to deal with her later. I had more important things to do.
I visited a strip club and found the perfect girl to set Aaron up with. I even paid for all of her travel fees. Then I waited. The trip was almost over, so I couldn't wait to see the cheating bastard. Let the guilt trip begin.
After 2 days, Aaron asked me to wait for him at his apartment. I guess he needed to tell me something. I thought and grinned.
Later at night, the door opened, and Aaron walked in. He stared at me intently.
"Hey, you are back!" I smiled invitingly. "I've missed yo-..."
He grabbed me and pressed his lips on mine before I could finish my sentence, and kissed me hard. I gripped his shirt to steady myself. I wasn't expecting this reaction.
"Wait...Aaron..." I struggled to speak as he kept shoving his tongue inside my mouth, making me gasp for breath. He placed his hands on my hips and lifted me up, then carried me to the bedroom.
"Wait...just listen..." I croaked out.
"I'm not listening to anything you say. I know everything," he said and ripped open my shirt. Today was a bad day to wear a button-up!"
"What do you mean?" I said as I lay under him helplessly.
"You are evil. You set me up. You messed with my job, and you tried to kill me!" Aaron roared.
Fuck...I was caught. He figured it out. But what was up with this reaction? He should be yelling at me, not trying to have sex with me!
"Okay, you got me. I did all of that. Now get off of me!" I said and struggled to push him off.
"Nope! You aren't going anywhere. I'm going to need a lot of explanations, but before that, I will make love to my girlfriend. Being with a bunch of guys all weekend made me miss this sexy body of yours. And by the way, the stripper thing didn't work. She was hot but nothing compared to you," Aaron smirked.
I blushed despite the situation I was in. Wait...no...why am I blushing. I need to get him off of me!
"You must hate me. I mean, I almost killed you! You should be breaking up with me and be angry at me. You don't really want to sleep with me, do you? Or do you want to force me to have sex with you for revenge?" I gasped.
Aaron took his shirt off.
"Call it revenge or whatever you want. But I'm not leaving you. I'm going to find out what's wrong with you and get you some help," Aaron said. His eyes were dark.
No, no, no. This doesn't seem right. This wasn't how I wanted him to react. I don't want to be with him still. I don't!
I screamed at myself in my head, but I couldn't say it out loud as I didn't believe that myself.
"You hurt me, Bella. I love you so much, and you betrayed me. I don't know if you ever loved me in the first place, but I don't care. You are still mine," he said. He slipped his hand inside my underwear and rubbed his fingertips on my wet clit. A moan escaped from within my throat.
He was starting to scare me. I thought I was the crazy one, but his green eyes were glowing with desire. I felt weak. My body was already responding to his touches.
"Aaron. Just get off me, and I will explain everything," I managed to say between moaning.
"Shh...I want to hear that sweet voice I missed this weekend. You can explain everything to me afterward," he said and slipped his fingers in and out of me. He took everything off and positioned himself between my legs.
I placed my palms on top of his hard chest, and lust overwhelmed me. I missed him too. I craved his body as much as he craved mine.
"Okay," I whispered. This is the last time I'm doing this with him, I told myself. I needed to feel his warmth inside me one last time.
I gasped as he pushed inside me. He hugged my trembling body against his chest before making any movements.
"Go ahead and do your worst Freckles, I will never leave you. You crazy woman," he chuckled softly and thrust into me.
GODDAMMIT... NO!
"Aaron, you asshole. Why can't you be a normal guy and leave me? Aren't you angry?" I whimpered as his warmth spread through my body, and I felt the intense pleasure building inside me with his every thrust.
"Who said I was a normal guy? And I am angry. Very angry. I'm punishing you right now, and it's only the beginning." With that, he slammed into me.
I cried out. My body shook as I was about to come. He stopped suddenly.
"Why did you stop?" I gasped.
"This your punishment for playing me. I won't let you come," he announced.
"No...Aaron, please...I can't take it," I wanted him to finish me as I felt my sex throb. "I'm sorry," I whimpered.
He turned me around on my stomach and thrust inside me again. "Say you are sorry," he growled.
"I...I'm sorry," I was at his mercy at this point.
He thrust into me until I screamed with pleasure. He groaned and collapsed on top of me. Breathing heavily.
"You did what you wanted to do. Now get off of me," I said quietly. He did as he was told and plopped down next to me.
I turned around and tried to sit up, but felt weak.
"You are crazy," I whispered.
"Not as much as you, Freckles," he pulled me into a hug. "Now tell me what the hell is wrong with you?" he ordered.