~Aiden

“Get out,” I said coldly.

Her face fell and Breanna stopped looking in the direction Roman was supposed to come from with her phone and stared at me. Ophelia took a step forward and I saw red.

“Get. out” I repeated with more venom than the last.

“Woah, Aiden” Breanna clutched my arm.

My glare didn't leave Ophelias's face.

“Here's your phone Mommy” Roman's voice reached us. “Can we go now?”

Our silence made him ask another question.

“Aiden are we not going anymore?”

“In a minute Rocket,” I replied, eyes still fixed on Ophelia. “Just do me a favor and go finish all your homework first, hm?”

“Go on sweetie, I'll be right there to help you if you need me” Breanna added.

The moment Roman's footsteps faded, Breanna tugged my arm and pulled me aside.

“What's going on?”

My jaw ticked.

“Aiden talk to me. Who's that woman?”

“Ophelia Barrett.”

The look that grows on Breanna's face is devastating and I know she regrets letting her in.

But she didn't know.

“Aiden I—”

I pressed a kiss to her lips, stopping her from finishing with the apology.

“You didn't know” I whispered when I pulled away.

She sighed.

“Do you need me to make sure she leaves?”

“I don't want you anywhere near that woman, my love. I'll do it” I said.

She nodded.

“I'll be upstairs with Roman then. Take as long as you need okay?”

I smiled at her and kissed her again before letting her go. She didn't even glance at Ophelia once as she walked away.

“You've turned her against me, haven't you?” she spoke, stirring up more anger in me. “I know because she didn't smile or even look at me.”

“And you don't deserve her to” I snap.

“Aiden—”

“Get out Ophelia. You have one minute before I call the cops” I said curtly and turned away.

“At least let me say goodbye to my grandchild” she let out. “I know about the child you and Jew had.”

I stopped and turned around.

“Please, Aiden, let me say goodbye to Roman.”

I frowned.

“You have no relation whatsoever with my child. And Roman isn't your grandchild in any way.”

“You say it like they're two different kids, Aiden. Please just let me—”

I clenched my fists.

“They are two different kids, Ophelia,” I said. “Roman is my girlfriend's son from her previous marriage, but it doesn't change the fact that I love him like he's mine.”

Her shoulders sagged.

“Oh. Well, where's my granddaughter? Is she as pretty as Jew was?”

I tried hard to control my emotions.

“If I knew, and although you don't deserve it, I'd let you say goodbye to him or her out of respect for Jew. But I don't and my family and I have a fireworks show to go see so please, leave.”

“What do you mean you don't know, Aiden?” she asked, beginning to sound upset.

In my house? Oh hell no.

“You and Jewel kept a child from me and even though we never got along...”

We still don't.

“... Don't you think I owe it to my niece to be a part of her child's life? Even if it's for a day?” she asked. “It's been ten years for God's sake Aiden. Have a little pity on me because I lost her too!”

She was sobbing now and I could hear Breanna in the back of my head asking me to take it easy for the sake of my child.

I sighed and ran a hand across my face and then settled on a single couch.

“Sit,” I told her.

She carefully sat, her eyes already red-rimmed as she dabbed her tears with a handkerchief.

“I would let you meet your grandchild Ophelia, but I'm afraid I can't.”

“Because I didn't treat you well and I deserve that but—”

“No, because I don't... know where the child is” I uttered, hating how it sounded.

I don't fucking know where my kid is okay?!

“You and Jewel always had a strange sense of humor you know?”

“I'm not joking,” I said seriously. “I don't know where my child is.”

Her eyes searched my face, and when she saw the seriousness in my eyes, she slumped back into the couch.

“What? How?”

So I filled her in, watching her reactions carefully, and by the time I was done, Ophelia Barrett was bawling her eyes out in my living room. I waited for her to calm down to be able to speak again.

“Isn't there a way we can find her?”

“I'm on it” I replied, passing her a box of tissues.

“Thank you.”

I turned away as she blew her nose. Glancing at my watch, I sighed and got up.

“Look Ophelia, you don't worry about that. She can't hide forever. We're going to find her and find my child” I told her.

“Let me help Aiden” she immediately shot up.

I looked at her.

“I have some connections, I know people... let me help you find this woman. Let me help you find my grandchild.”

“Thank you Ophelia but like I told you less than five minutes ago, I've got this” I shut it down. “And I really hate to do this but I've got a little boy counting on me to take him to go see a fireworks show and it's already late so if you don't mind.”

She pursed her lips and picked up her purse.

“Of course.”

I nodded and stepped aside to let her pass.

“I'll walk you out.”

She nodded and I did just that.

You show up at my house uninvited after ten years and demand to see a grandchild whose parents' union you were so much against?

Iris is going to flip when she hears Ophelia was here.

“Don't let her in here again” I told the security guard the second her taxi rolled away.

“Yes, sir.”

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The sound of the crackling fire I was listening to was drowned by Breanna's footsteps through the door. I turned and she was leaning against the doorway, her face glowing from the light from the fireplace.

“Roman fell asleep” she spoke.

I hummed.

“I'm sorry I couldn't take him to see the fireworks.”

“It's okay. I told him we could go see it tomorrow or anytime you felt up to it.”

I nodded.

“Tomorrow's good.”

Breanna lingered in the doorway for a few minutes, then moved closer and spoke softly.

“Why don't you go take a shower and I'll make you some dinner. What do you feel like having?”

I shook my head.

“I'm not hungry Breanna. But thank you.”

I knew the thought of her letting a painful part of my past through the door to my home bothered her and the guilt was eating her up.

“Aiden...”

“Hey no, it's okay. I'm not hungry, hm?” I managed to smile at her. “I'm just thinking. I'm fine.”

She nodded.

“Well okay. I'll... leave you to your thoughts then and sleep in Roman's bed tonight.”

My head snapped to her as she turned her back to me.

“Hey, no, no, no. What do you mean you're sleeping in Manny's room?” I asked, taking her hand to stop her.

She turned back.

“Don't go, my love. Stay with me. I'm sorry I'm being like this. I just... didn't expect to see her.”

She sighed and moved to my side on the couch.

“And if I knew it was her, I swear Aiden, I would've—”

“I know” I smiled at her, rubbing her knuckles. “I know and you don't have to start blaming yourself because I will not be having any of that hmm?”

Breanna nodded and moved closer to me, her legs tucked under her, and rested her head on my shoulder. I wrapped my arm around her shoulder and pulled her snugly into my chest. Her sleeve slipped off her shoulder and  I rubbed gently up and down her arm in a soothing rhythm.

“How about I book us a couples massage tomorrow morning?” she asked.

“You want to book us a massage?”

“Yeah, just the two of us” She turned her face away from the fire to look at me. “And then when Manny gets back from school we can take him to the fireworks show... very relaxed.”

I chucked and looked down at her.

“You do make a compelling case.”

“So yes?”

I smiled.

“Of course my love.”

Breanna smiled and it tore through me. I closed the distance between us and she let out a deep sigh as my lips touched hers. A switch was flipped and her mouth took control, her tongue sweeping my open inviting mouth. I sucked on her wide sensuous lower lip, drawing a low deep moan from her.

Breanna shifted... moving quickly, urgently, so that she was straddling me, her dress rising to her hips, her center pressed against my hardness, and her sleeves down her arms, the wide expanse of bare skin and the hint of cleavage, right up against my face.

I buried my face in her breasts, sucking in the valley between them, making the little popping sounds that drove her insane. She laced her fingers through my hair, and she held on trying to find some semblance of control. My mouth followed the edge of her dress along her chest, peppering little noisy kisses along the way. I caught a bit of lace between my teeth and dragged the fabric down, taking her bra with it. Her breast popped out of its restraints and I latched on, sucking deeply, his tongue running tantalizing circles around its tip.

Breanna threw her head back, and squeezed my legs together, trying to ease the ache that was spiraling out of control.

“Aiden!” she cried out, grinding against me.

I let go of her breast with a pop, my lips trailing a path up her long slender neck. I had never been more turned on in my life. Seeing her unravel before him wasn't new but it felt new every time. Her head thrown back, her eyes closed, her sexy red dress now bunched at her waist, her knees straddling me, her heat right up against my throbbing manhood... it was hotter and sexier every damn time.

I buried my face between her breasts and took a deep shaky breath.

“I need you my love” my voice guttural with desire.

“So take me Aiden. Because I need you too.”

I stood up immediately from the sofa, easily carrying her weight. Breanna hooked her legs around my hips, as I made my way to the bed with long purposeful strides. I lay her on the bed and she shrugged out of her dress making me follow suit with the rest of my clothing.

I straddled her with my body, her legs between my knees, my elbows on either side of her face, holding my weight up. I stared at her long and hard, my eyes roaming her face and body. I shifted my weight to one elbow and ran my fingers slowly, reverently down her side, skirting the swell of her breast and stilling at the slender dip of her waist. She flushed under the scrutiny.

“You're blushing,” he said, a slow smile softening my face.

“Don't look at me like that” she squirmed, putting her hands to her warm cheeks in newfound embarrassment.

“Like what?” I asked cockily.

“Like... that” she nodded pointedly at my eyes, “Like you want to devour me.”

“You're so beautiful” I murmured, my voice heavy with desire, “I can't help it.”

She pulled me down, crushing my lips to hers. Her hands roamed my body, tentatively at first and then more boldly, her fingers stopping and marveling at every chiseled muscle.

“Your body is...” she started and then stopped abruptly.

“Tell me,” I said, my voice husky, needy.

“Art,” she said reaching up to stroke the corded muscles of my neck. “And I love art.”

My lips lifted in a crooked smile at her words.

“You drive me crazy Breanna” I sighed happily, kissing her senseless.

My tongue plunged between her open inviting lips, stroking and tangling with hers. I explored her mouth, nipped at her lips, and kissed a noisy trail down her neck. Sucking and tasting, I found the valley between her breasts and she arched into my mouth... her nipples tightening, begging to be taken.

I finally closed my mouth over her breast, and we both let out a deep moan of relief. My tongue swirled around the tip, tasting, stroking, tantalizing, and she cried out at the tiny little bolts of lightning that swept through her. She raised her hips into me and felt my hardening against her belly.

Breanna wrapped her legs around my hips, wanting more, her hands grabbing at my firm behind, her nails digging into my flesh.

“Please Aiden...”

My mouth on her breasts was already pushing her to the edge, but then I slipped my hand between us. She was wet and warm against my fingers. My thumb found her nub, swollen and ready, and I rubbed against it, drawing a whimper from her that caught in her throat when I slipped my fingers in and moved deftly, rhythmically.

She bucked against my hand in release and I almost came myself as I watched her... her eyes closed, her mouth open in a silent scream, a sweet ecstasy passing over her face.

She opened her eyes and saw me watching her, and she blushed again. Breanna slid her fingers between us and down the length of me, making me grow in her hand, my eyes dilating, my breath coming hard and fast. She brushed her fingers over the tip and I bucked against her hand ready to explode.

“Aiden, now, please...”

Breanna guided me in and I took over, driving into her, hitting the spot just perfectly as she lifted her hips into me, matching my every thrust. I laced my fingers through hers and lifted them over her head.

Oh...

I drove into her with an increasing frenzy as we came together, calling out each other's names. We sank back onto the bed, exhausted and deeply satiated. When we turned to face each other, I gently moved back the strands of hair that clung to the tiny beads of sweat on her face.

A lazy, content smile broke out on her lips and I caressed her cheek with light fingers as I watched as her eyes drooped shut,  her lips still holding the hint of a smile.

I could wake up to her face forever.

The hand that was drawing uneven patterns on my back slowed to a stop and slid off my body as she drifted off to sleep.

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“Aiden wake up.”

Her tap was impatient.

“Aiden.”

And her voice was firm.

“Aiden Elias Corleone, wake up.”

I groaned.

“Whatever happened to waking me up with soft kisses and “good morning my love” huh?” I asked, my eyes still closed.

“For heavens sake Aiden!”

“Alright, alright, I'm up” I chuckled, opening my eyes. “What's going on with you this early in the—”

I stopped short at the look on her face and sat up, reaching for her arms.

“What's wrong?”

Her grip tightened around her phone.

“Claude just called...”

I steadied my breathing.

“Aiden they found her.”

My heart skipped a beat then proceeded to thunder wildly in my chest as my mouth dried up.

“And?” I let out, my breath shaky.

Breanna turned her phone to show me and there she was... my runaway surrogate, laughing at something, her face so full of life.

When you ripped mine away before I could meet him or her.

“According to Claude, this was taken a week ago.”

“Where?” my question came out fast.

Breanna took my hands in hers.

“Cartagena,” she said, her small smile growing into a relieved one. “Aiden we're going to Colombia to get your child.”

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