So i have my laptop back and so i can update this story again. I am so happy on the votes i have got on this story and thank you everyone for reading. That means so much to me. So here is chapter eleven.

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When I woke the following morning my head was pounding and I was dressed in only Aiden’s –shirt. Honestly I went in to panic mode. I’m here next to Aiden and I couldn’t remember a single thing about last night. I’m not wearing my underwear, just his shirt. Aiden’s face down in an unfamiliar room, his bare back facing the ceiling. I climb over Aiden so I’m in-between my legs. I tap him on the back and kiss him on the neck. I just want to know what I had done. I begin running my tongue across his skin. In the next second I was on my back looking into Aiden’s eyes as he held me into place.

“It’s six o’clock not that I didn’t love what you were doing, but maybe a little more shut eye.” I pout, but nod my head slowly. “How’s your head.”

“I’m hung over. Aiden um about yesterday I don’t exactly remember anything about yesterday.” He lets out a chuckle and falls back down next to me. He places his arms around my waist.

“Isabelle trust you. Okay so how are you feeling?” he asks and pulls me close to him. I look at him and he is wearing a smirk before he says. “Okay what do you think happened?”

“I had sex with you didn’t I?” He nods his head and I look at him wanting to cry. I didn’t remember having sex and I’m upset by that. He pulls me close but I just slide out of the bed and look at him.

“You’re mad?” I nod my head whipping my tears and trying to locate my clothes and he walks over to me wrapping his arms around me, I push him away and glare at him. “Look you clearly wanted to sleep with me because you could have said no.”

“I was fucking drunk and you knew that. Aiden that was the only thing I was planning to keep until I fall I love. What gives you the right to use me like every single girl on this planet. I mean we are only together for press because I don’t want to be labelled as a whore, but that’s exactly what you are making me.” I say almost screaming at him.

“This is why I don’t normally sleep with virgins because they make it a big deal when you sleep with them. If you are going to leave then you might want to figure out how you are going to get pass the camera and press and all.” I look at him and I feel more tears leave my eyes as I look up at him and I bite down on my lower lip. “So Isabelle, I am sorry I didn’t stop myself but you are smoking hot and I couldn’t help myself.” I end up laughing by his comment and I look up at him whipping my tears and I say.

“You owe me dinner. In a proper restaurant.” I say and he looks a little confused by there. “I don’t care that you keep telling me you don’t do relationships as of now you are in one. Just promise me you won’t ever have sex with me when I am drunk. Unless I’d sleep with you when sober.” I say looking in to his eyes. He nods his head and kisses me on the cheek before he pulls me close to him and takes me back to the bed. I slide under the covers and feel his arms wrap around my middle.

The next time I wake, I find myself opening my eyes to have Aiden looking back at me. He presses his lips to mine and I smile by his touch and kiss him back, it’s just a sweet kiss but it makes my lips pull into a smile. I let out a small giggle.

“I got you breakfast.” He mummers into my ear. I roll over and I smile at him as his lips come to mine again. I smile at he kisses me again. “I went to your apartment to get your stuff.” I sat up, nearly hitting Aiden and glare at him.

“Why?” I ask and he says.

“They are your friend, and they should understand because after all you really just want to have some fun.” He pulls out a magazine and says.

“You might want to read page 12.” I look at him and take the magazine running the pages through my fingers, before landing on page 12. In the corner was a picture of me and Aiden making out under the bridge and it’s says the title.

Sweet Girl No More.

Unless you’ve been living under a rock for the past few weeks then it’s clear that at sometimes in your daily lives you would have come across the new power couple of Isabelle Hardly and Aiden O’Sullivan and at first it seems the stupid, young and in love junk. Due to reason picture surfacing, we are thinking it maybe more than that. Isabelle Hardly has always been known as the American sweetheart or in other words the virgin who most likely has never been kissed. Yet lately all we see of her is her lip locking with the bad boy of England.

Yesterday she was seen being pulled through the streets of London and well she didn’t exactly look like she had a single clue what she was doing. People of the world it looks like you need to find someone else with a perfect record. Her outfits are getting shorter. She doesn’t seem PDA and in an interview last year stating she always get’s grossed out by it. The drinking, the smoking, and the dating the English bad boy. It seems like she’s about to hit the downfall.

I throw the magazine on the table. This was annoying they were making out I’m something I’m not. Sure I remember saying how much I hated drinking, PDA and well everything else but did they really expect me to stay the same girl. I look to Aiden.

“They pretty much think I’m a bitch.” I say and I see the corner of his mouth turns up. One thing I did notice was the fact I didn’t seem to care about using harsh words, Bitch, Slut, Fuck, Shit and anything else along those lines I use to hate, they just sounded very common and I didn’t want to say them, but now I didn’t care.

“Vanessa’s a bitch. You are an angle. You still care what others think; Vanessa lost that a while ago.” He says and I couldn’t help but smile by this comment. It was sweet but I don’t think he meant for it to come off sweet. I let my eyes flicker to him and I say.

“They pretty much implied we had sex.”

“And we did sweetheart and its all part of growing up.” He says kissing me on the cheek. He throws me some clothes and I stuff my others in my bag. I open up the bag of food Aiden got and see a baguette. Once we finish I follow Aiden out the room. We end up going out the back because the front has too many reporters and I don’t really want to go near any of them. Aiden knows where he is going and he holds my hand as we make our way back to his house.

When new get back to his house, I grab his laptop and let my eyes flicker over the webpage’s looking for anything positive. I find a page which is full of comments which just make me smile. They are not about me but about Aiden, they are saying he is hot and they want shirtless pictures because they want to know what is under the shirt. I let out a small laugh by letting my eyes flicker over the page. Aiden is sitting opposite me and I let my eyes go over him before he says.

“What’s so funny?” I turn the screen to face him and I let his eyes go over the words. I know I am just about to make his ego grow but he is not about to say anything. I didn’t whether it was a good thing or a bad thing that I let him have the opportunity of fame. He clearly loves it but I did feel he’s using me sometimes. “So it’s all about me. Well I knew I was sexy and now I have some proof.” I hit him on the shoulder before leaning over the screen and pressing my lips to his. He only responds a couple of time before he pulls away.

“So I think I need a few pictures of you with your shirt off.” I say pulling out my phone. Instead of taking his off he moves the laptop and I feel his hands on my waist pulling me closer and he says.

“Only if you take yours off.” He mutters against my lip, taking the rim of my shirt and sliding it over my head. I do the same to him and press my lips to his straight after. I pull out my phone and begin taking pictures of him, shirtless. This ends up with Aiden perched on the table, with me in-between his legs running his lips up my neck.

“You do realise this is a kitchen and I’m probably gonna have clean this room completely.” I push Aiden away from me and turn to see Alexis standing there with an amusing expression on her face. Aiden is smirking at his sister.

“Not my fault you haven’t been laid in a long time.”

“Yes well my boyfriend is working and Aiden you don’t know the concept of working. Now why don’t you both go out and I will clean this kitchen. I bend down and grab my shirt which in on the floor. I kick Aiden’s behind a door and his eyes go around the floor.

“Bella where’s my shirt.” He’s glaring at me and I shrug my shoulder, turning around with a smirk upon my face. He grabs me, lifts me up and walks into the sitting room where Aiden pushes me on the sofa and takes my shirt off. His lips are on my neck and he begins kissing it hard and rough. “So where’s my shirt?”

“Behind the door.” I moan out holding onto him tighter and feeling his hands run over my body and then it’s gone. He leaves me lying there, catching my breath and looking at the ceiling. Aiden comes back and sits on the couch, putting my legs onto lap. He passes me the laptop and a connection cord as well as the phone. I open up my Facebook account and create a new folder. I have two Facebook accounts, one of them is just for the people I know and the other is for anyone. I upload them to the public one because I want the world to see them.

“So why am letting you do this? Because I have no idea.” He mutters to me, running his fingers down my legs. I turn the webcam on and slide onto his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck. There are a few flashes and I lean in to press my lips to his. I let out a giggle, before pulling away and begin uploading the pictures. “So what do you want to do because my sisters here I think we should go out?”

“You’re the guy. It’s up to you.” I kiss him again and see the pictures have done uploading. I open the album up to see twenty four pictures of Aiden, shirtless and then another eight of me and Aiden. I get the link of the album and then make a reply to the comment about I need pictures. I type.

Well Aiden needs a little more of an ego boost (Not like you haven’t given him a huge one by having both the top comments about him) here’s the link to those pictures, be nice.

I wrote the link down and went on to my twitter and it says.

You might find this interesting…

I wrote along with the link, Aiden kisses me on the cheek and I close the laptop down. Aiden slides my shirt back over my head and kisses me on the lips, gently and softly. Aiden moves me off his lap and then drags me out the room and out the house to his bike. He gave me a helmet and I slide on behind him wrapping my arms around his waist.

I rested my head against his back as he drove through the busy streets of London. It wasn’t very long, before he had parked his bike and chained it up. Holding out his hand for me.