Page 142 of Hidden Bonds
I tell him the plan I have. I don’t have much time. Hunter is hanging out with Sawyer for me later so I can do this. “I just don’t know how to cook, whatkhao soiis, or where to get the things to even make it.”
Cam loops his arm around my shoulders. “Come on, best friend. We’ll romance Sawyer’s pants off.”
“This is so fucking dumb.”
Jamie sighs, nodding. I look at my phone propped up on the table while I spread rose petals. Seriously, how the fuck is this romantic? It’s a mess. “Yeah, it is, but unfortunately for us, our men are suckers for romance.”
“Believe me, Sawyer is going to strip his pants off the moment he sees this.” Noah cuts into the frame, sitting on Jamie’s lap. “Where are the rest of them?”
I look down at the pathetic sprinkle of roses. “Do you know how expensive roses are?!”
“Yes,” Jamie deadpans. Noah glares at him. “You could have bought fake ones.”
“The fake ones looked stupid.” And I didn’t want it to look cheap. Though I am broke as hell, but still, I wanted to make this nice for him. Although I’ve kind of already fucked up.
I itch so fucking bad.
“Are you wearing the underwear?” Noah asks.
“Noah, I don’t want to talk about the underwear right now.”
Taking a breath I finish up. Hunter will be dropping Sawyer off any minute. Thankfully Koda is taking Katya tonight, and spending time with her before he leaves with Kenji.
Moving into The Charm Box.
Good fucking luck.
The Charm Box is a notable night club a couple of hours from here, owned by the Morozov family. I don’t know how, why, or what the hell is going on with Koda and Kenji, but I know that if the Morozov family are involved, I want no fucking part in it.
He looks happy, though.
Not that I care. I don’t.
I scratch my ass again and wish to hell I hadn’t tried on that lingerie Noah bought me. How was I supposed to know I was allergic to certain kinds of fabric?! Horrible. It was fucking stupid. I shouldn’t have worn it. I want to peel my skin off. “How did dinner come out?”
“Cam and Bo came over to help me. I don’t know if you guys know this, but I didn’t have a kitchen in my fucking car.” I’ve lived the last few years on raw fruit and vegetables or prepackaged meals that were easily microwavable. I ate what was accessible. Koda used to bring me food too. I don’t know shit about cooking. “Oh my fucking god!” I itch again.
This is a problem. Everything is so sore.
“Why are you itching? You might want to get that checked out,” Noah says, and I ignore him.
“Well, Noah, as it turns out I am fucking allergic to whatever that lingerie you had me buy was made out of. The food looks like shit. The sad amount of rose petals on the floor are stupid. And my balls itch like you wouldn’t fucking believe. This is awful.” I don’t understand why Sawyer wants me. He could have a man that does all this shit flawlessly.
“Want some advice?” I hear Jamie say.
I look over at my phone and take a breath. I know Sawyer loves me, but I’m just waiting for him to come to his senses.
It will happen. Why wouldn’t he leave me? He’s fucking perfect, and beautiful, and sexy, and so fucking talented, and I?—
“Aiden?”
“Huh? Um, yeah. Sure.”
Jamie smiles sadly at me. “You could be the worst at all this and he’s still going to love you. In fact, he might love you a little more because of it.”
“Listen to Jamie. It doesn’t matter how bad it is, it’s the thought that counts.” Noah agrees. “Trust me.”
Jamie glares at him. “The fuck is that supposed to mean?”
