Aaron Reynold's Pov

"Why is the house so dark?" Amanda questioned as we entered our mansion's gate. I mean 'my' mansion, but I like the sound of 'our'. She took slow steps as darkness concealed my house, making it really difficult for us to see.

She looked at me, caught me by my arms and walked inside the door. The clock of my phone exactly showed 7 pm. So, I gave her support of my hands through her shoulders. We matched steps while we walked. When I opened the huge door which let us inside the mansion, we heard a huge applaud from the people present around.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Amanda, happy birthday to you", everyone present in the party sang in synchronization. To be honest, a person with a weak heart could never listen to such harsh singing. Their voices caused pain in my ears and were no less than a bee's sting.

Francis pop opened the Champagne's bottle. The cock was shot up. He raised the bottle and announced "To the birthday girl"

Amanda widened her eyes when she looked around. Okay, I did give Francis the responsibility but it felt like he invited the whole of his college. I also invited a few of my guests. It seemed like some wedding reception. Apart from the guest list, the decoration was ethereal. White orchids, white curtains and white lights surrounded the hallway of my mansion. The catering group was dressed pretty decently too.

"Surprise", I whispered slowly in her ears.

"Oh, My God", she was yet shocked, and as an instinct reaction, placed her hands on her mouth. She pulled me closer to her and hugged me tightly. No, this wasn't one of those intense hugs. It was one plain, simple, and a sweet hug. "I didn't expect this. Thank you", she rubbed my back and denied to pull apart. That moment, I wished to send back the crowd to their respected places but I had to keep a check on my emotions.

As soon as we heard indistinct chattering, she withdrew herself from me. Her friends came rushing towards her and hugged her one by one. Dan stood next to me.

"I should definitely get dressed up. I'll be back in a while", Amanda looked at her simple dress, and then at everyone's who were present in the party. I could figure that out through the twirling of her eye balls. She watched me one last time before she exited the hallway. I watched her go upstairs. She refused to take any of her girlfriends along with her. I threw my car keys towards Dan and ordered him to get the bags from the trunk.

Within minutes, he did as he was instructed to do. I took possession of the bags and traced her footsteps till her room. The door wasn't open, so I knocked it. She didn't open the door at the same time. I assumed that she was using the restroom so I stayed patient for the time being. "Hey, it's me", after knocking a several times, she unlocked the door.

I quickly dashed in and examined her. She was yet in the same dress. The only this which varied was her mood. She didn't seem as happy as she earlier was. What can possibly go wrong within a fraction of minutes? I didn't question anything but waited, waited for her to open up. But, apparently, she didn't. She planted her ass on the bed with a poker face.

"Hey... What's wrong?" I questioned as I sat next to her.

"Umm nothing, nothing really", she finally spoke up. But her words didn't console the curiosity burning in my soul. I knew she was hiding something, but I also couldn't force her to spill the beans. I had to wait and I was ready to.

She caught my wrists, pulled it closer and intertwined her fingers with mine. She didn't speak for the next few minutes. It felt like we switched positions. "Is there something you want to speak about?" I finally interrogated.

"Not in this moment", she leaned closer to me and deposited her head on my shoulder. I ran my right hand through her hair as the other was occupied by her fingers.

"It isn't something serious right?" I was desperate for the answer I was not getting. She nodded her head, from left to right meaning a 'no'.

She moved away from me, and made way towards her wardrobe "I should probably get dressed", she sided some of the hangers, like she was in search of something appropriate which she was unable to find.

I collected the bags which I placed on the table and brought them to her sight. "I hope you like these", I propelled the bags in her direction. She took possession of them, and watched them carefully. She finally concluded "I get it. So you went all the way to those shops to buy these dresses", her eyes were watery, and her voice shook while she spoke. It felt like she was about to cry, but was somehow holding on to the emotions.

"Mr. Aaron Reynolds, what on earth did I do, to find you?", she stepped closer to me. I smiled watching her mood fluctuate and I was happy that I was the reason.

She examined all the dresses from the bags and selected one, and kept the rest on the bed again. "I ship it", I declared my decision. It was a black gown with great cut out details which surrounded the neck and the shoulder. The front slit was perfect enough to display some sassy legs.

"Just in case, you want my help. You know, I can help you get dressed", I shrugged smirking. She laughed at my statement. "I'm damn serious", I pulled her closer to me, till the extent our heights matched.

She bit her lower lip, like she was confused, confused of what to do next. I slowly turned her around by placing my hands on the either side of her shoulders. She gasped. I ran my hand through her back and slowly and softly unzipped the dress. The dress loosened up and so did the control on my emotions. I ran my hand through her back feeling her. I could feel her breathing heavily,

The only thing which obstructed the feels was the strip of her bra but I couldn't unhook it. It was she who had to make that decision. After slowly detaching the one piece she wore, from her body, I turned her around. Her perfectly sculpted body was everything my eyes craved for. A part of her cleavage was visible.

I couldn't control but travel my eyeballs around her body, from her to toe. She took a step back, like she was scared. "I- I'm sorry", I stammered. To be honest, I wasn't really sorry at all. She was beautiful, inside and out, and I was lucky enough to encounter such beauty.

She caught me by my wrists and pulled me closer "Don't be". Was she granting me access? When I couldn't control my manhood emotions any longer, I marched closer bridging the gap between our bodies. I let my hands advance towards her flat stomach and then towards her back. Our foreheads collided with each other, and so did our nose.

Without thinking for another second, I kissed her, passionately. She did the same, our tongues touched as we sucked each other's lips. I pushed her closer to me, though she was close enough. Even a small distance felt like some punishment that moment. I marched closer, and she took backward steps, till her back settled on the bed. We parted away to breathe, I kissed her neck and suck it slowly. She gasped and moved her hands through my back.

I planted soft kisses on the top of her cleavage, her stomach, upper thighs. I ran my hands through the delicate areas. She breathed heavily. I turned her around and was about to unbuckle her bra, but stopped when I heard a knock on the door. I pressed the hook of her bra, and tightened it. I moved away that instinct. Amanda surfaced the blanket around her body.

"Amanda. Hurry up. A lot of people are inquiring about you", I could recognize the voice. It was of Gina's.

"Won't take longer than 10 minutes", Amanda instinctively replied.

"Okay. Don't take too long", Gina stopped knocking.

She quickly draped the dress around her body. I helped her do the same. The dress had a lot many cut works. Anyone could be puzzled to figure out the difference between the neck and the sleeve. Anyways, I needed to reason to touch her.

"My back feels heavy, like the hook. It didn't even weigh earlier"

"Maybe my touch has great effects", I cut her off.

I turned the door knob and cross checked that the room was locked after exiting her room. I descended the spiral staircase slowly and greeted every familiar face I encountered. I made myself comfortable on the drink's counter and ordered a soft kind of hard drink for myself. I didn't want to lose my senses in the birthday party of my girl.

After sensing a hard touch of someone's palm on my shoulders, I turned around and met eyes with that person. "Hi brother", the man hugged me. It was Alistair, the Alistair Dickman. We went to school together, but then I had to back out from that school due to family tension. He was a son of a famous politician, who was also a businessman. I collaborated with his father a lot many times. Doing business with his father was always profitable.

"Oh. Wow. Didn't expect you here", I hugged him back. "And I don't really mean that in a sarcastic way. I'm glad you made it", I clarified.

"I'm well aware of your sarcasm and I'm totally okay with it", he grinned as he pulled away. "I really didn't expect you to throw some party. Especially for a girl, looks like someone's getting into that four letter word" he teased acting like he was actually thinking. "Oh, love. L O V E"

Damn it. This guy is yet not over those kiddy habits. Everyone loved him because of his frank and funny attitude. He always kept us entertained. No, he did act serious when he had to, for example, in front of his father who was a living dictator.

I looked by his side and met eyes with Chace. I hugged him and welcomed him too. "Where's Zack?" I questioned arching my brows. Chace, Zack and Alistair were like Powerpuff boys. Okay, I get it. It is supposed to be Powerpuff girls, but you get the idea of what I'm intending to say.

"He couldn't make it today", Alistair replied grabbing a glass of frozen wine.

"Oh, I don't recognize this young lady", I glanced at the woman who stood by his side in a black sleeveless gown. She wore a black blazer over the dress. I did recognize the woman she was standing next to. She was Sandra, one of our classmates. "Hey, Alistair, whose she...?" I arched my brows at Alistair but to my surprise Chace answered.

"She's Evelyn, his friend", he pointed at Alistair.

"Nice to meet you", Evelyn propelled her hand, I shook it warmly. "I'll excuse you Arnold", Okay. Arnold. Who the fuck was Arnold and why did she addressed Alistair as Arnold?

Alistair waited for Evelyn to be completely out of sight, then looked towards me and smirked. "What's with the big fat lie and smile?" I questioned when I couldn't control my curiosity.

"She thinks that I'm some random guy named Arnold. She has no idea that I'm the son of the famous Ashton Dickman. I wish I didn't lie to her earlier but since I have, I can't take a step back. Not that I tried but I guess the situation gets complex every second day. I brought Chace along with me, so that he can be the fake Alistair and make the answers on my behalf when someone questions me, like we tricked you earlier, remember? The lie gets deep, and now it's almost impossible for me to say her the truth. There are a lot many complications which can be discussed, but, not this moment", he paused and continued "I know one thing for sure, which is, I can't lose her. She trusts me, and I don't intend to break that trust"

I watched him complete the story, though it felt like an incomplete one "Damn. Make sure you say everything to her before the actual time slips. I've been through planning and plotting and trust me. It won't just break her heart, but yours as well"

"Oh, no, no, she's just a friend. A good one, but it's kind of complicated. The whole situation is", Alistair clarified.

I furrowed my brows, "Oh did I just hear the word 'complicated' from Alistair's mouth?" I joked around. Damn, this guy was facing serious issues. His face was never this dim before. It felt like the truth affected him but there were some strings attached to it. I couldn't ask him, it was his personal space.

"I'm Arnold for the time being", he winked. I nodded, smiling.

"I have my mouth sealed. Anyways, make yourselves comfortable around. Have a great time", I patted his shoulder softly and started walking towards the other guests.

Alistair pulled me back through my arms, "Where's your girl?" he interrogated.

"Probably, getting ready"

"Looking forward to meet her", I nodded at his statement and left with the glass of wine in my hand.

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So, hey guys. I know the story has been very cheesy lately but I had to write those parts since its a 'romance' book.

I just collaborated both of my stories.

Please check out my other book named 'Whoring Around Mr. Politician' , (only if you're 13+) the story is a bit different with a complete new concept. Maybe, you would like it too. It has brief details about Alistair and Evelyn whom I currently introduced in this chapter. It'll mean a lot. 

Coming to the tricky part, any guesses why Amanda was sad plus scared? Correct answer wins a dedication in the next. 

Thank you!