Chapter 67 The Body Needs a Man
Jack mentioned that this woman, Alison, wasn't just Aidan's girlfriend but also his future wife.
Thinking about it that way, it made sense that Alison and Aidan were sleeping together.
Aimée finally smiled. She didn't disturb the couple in bed but quietly found Alison's phone and slipped out of the room, leaving the door slightly ajar because she knew she would be back.
Back in her room, Aimée immediately dialed Aidan's number using Alison's phone. The phone rang for a long time before Aidan groggily answered, clearly woken up.
"Alison, what's up?" Aidan asked, his voice thick with sleep.
Imitating Alison's voice, Aimée trembled as she spoke, "Aidan, I... I had a nightmare. I'm so scared..." She was confident that a half-asleep Aidan wouldn't notice the difference.
"Alison, don't worry. I'll be right there," Aidan replied, yawning.
"Aidan, I'm right outside your door," Aimée said.
"Hold on, I'll get in my wheelchair and open the door," Aidan said, sitting up with some concern.
"Okay, I'll wait for you," Aimée continued to mimic Alison's voice. She had lost her sanity; she couldn't let Alison and Jack be together. She had to find a way to replace the woman in Jack's bed with herself.
That way, when Jack woke up, he would only see her.
With Isabella's help, she felt there was still hope.
Aimée stood trembling outside Aidan's door, waiting for him to open it. Her patience was wearing thin.
Finally, she heard the sound of the wheelchair moving, and Aidan opened the door, his head down. Aimée took the opportunity to reach out and pull the key card from the slot, cutting off the power.
It was pitch black.
"Alison, did you bump into something?" Aidan asked, his voice still sleepy.
Aimée pretended to be startled by the sudden darkness and fell to the ground, her face pressed against Aidan's leg, her body trembling as if she were truly scared.
Aidan, still half-asleep, yawned again. His leg injury didn't look serious from the outside, but the doctor had said his ligaments were displaced and needed time to heal. He tried to move as little as possible, even sitting on a stool to shower.
But the trembling woman against his leg stirred something in him. He wanted to comfort her and then send her back to her room.
However, the woman's hand began to restlessly explore his leg, her breath lightly brushing against his skin. Aidan wasn't a saint, and he quickly reacted.
"Alison..." he murmured.
Aimée sensed the desire in Aidan's voice. She stopped speaking and continued to let her fingers glide over his leg.
She desperately needed to become a man's woman.
Her fingers kept touching him, and Aidan couldn't hold back any longer. He could move, but he had to avoid any big movements to prevent further injury to his leg.
"Alison..." he whispered, capturing the woman's hand and kissing her fingers. They were as delicate as green onions, and she was willing. This time, it wasn't his fault. He kissed her fingers while standing up, then bent down to carry her to the bed.
At that moment, he was completely consumed by the desire ignited by the woman, forgetting the pain in his leg.
As he carried her to the bed and gently laid her down, the woman's arms instinctively wrapped around his neck. That sense of dependence made him believe she was Alison. With another low murmur, the desire she had stirred in him made him quickly shed his pajamas and fall beside the woman on the bed.
They kissed passionately, undressing each other. Everything flowed so smoothly and naturally, as if it were meant to be.
The woman was enthusiastic, her hands tracing lines of pleasure on his body, making him pant heavily between kisses, wanting to claim her as his own. However, at the moment of deep penetration, he felt a sudden resistance.
She was a virgin... This discovery thrilled him.
"Does it hurt?" he asked, concerned, even a bit reluctant. After all, he was taking a virgin. The first time.
Aimée nodded but then quickly shook her head. It did hurt, but the drug she had taken was still in her system. If she didn't relieve herself, she would go crazy.
Her small hand gently rested on Aidan's waist, then slowly pushed, signaling him to continue.
Aidan understood. This was the woman's consent, and he continued with joy. However, Aimée's hatred couldn't be quelled. She wanted to harm others, but in the end, she only harmed herself. All of this happened in just one night.
On the hotel bed, with each thrust, Aimée's excitement grew stronger. Although she had seduced Aidan, who was no less than Jack, her heart was still filled with hatred. Originally, she could have given all of this to Jack, but that woman named Alison had stolen her man.
In the midst of the chaos, tears fell. She had briefly considered going back to find Jack in Alison's room, but quickly dismissed the idea. Jack's drug had worn off, and if he woke up and discovered the truth, her plan would be ruined.
Although choosing Aidan left her feeling resentful, it allowed Aidan to mistake her for Alison. By the time the sun rose, Jack would be in her bed, and Alison would be in Aidan's, making everything fall into place.
At that moment, the man's movements brought her comfort, but the unresolved effects of the drug made her feel pain amidst the pleasure. Despite this, everything continued as she had meticulously planned.
That night, she gave herself to a man she didn't love. When Aidan fell asleep, Aimée couldn't sleep at all. The pain from below made her grit her teeth, enduring the loneliness in the darkness.
She waited quietly until she heard Aidan's steady breathing, then carefully climbed out of bed, ignoring the pain, and put on her nightgown before leaving the room. The door was still ajar. She planned to bring Alison over, but it was indeed a tricky task. She was afraid of waking Alison.
Dragging a living person from one room to another was no easy feat.
As Aimée stepped out of Aidan's room, she suddenly thought of his wheelchair. Sometimes, women could be so clever and brave when they wanted something.
She went back to Aidan's room, quietly pushed the wheelchair to the next room. On the bed, the two were still tightly entwined. Seeing Alison, Aimée's teeth clenched with hatred, hoping she wouldn't wake up.