Chapter Fifteen

Aiden

 

Pounding on the front door startled me awake. I flipped back the blankets and jumped out of bed. As I searched through the room for something to put on, I realized Blake had disappeared into her own room once again. Our date the night before had gone great, and the sex afterward was better than the last. Why did she keep leaving me in the middle of the night?

I threw on a pair of sleep pants and rushed towards the door. As I slung it open, ready to give whoever it was a piece of mind for showing up so early, I froze in my abuela’s presence.

“Good morning, abuela,” I greeted her loudly, hopefully loudly enough to alert Blake.

“I’m sorry it’s so early, did I wake you?” Anna-Maria asked, looking over my shoulder and down the hall towards the bedrooms.

“Abuela is here,” I called down the hall loudly for one more alert as I guided the old woman into the kitchen.

She carried a wicker basket; aroma of freshly baked goods oozed from under the linen, making my stomach growl with anticipation of what she’d brought.

“Leave her sleep; you don’t have to be so loud,” Anna-Marie giggled.

I shrugged, trying to act cool. I sat at the table, watching her unpack her basket. She placed a loaf of banana bread on the counter, and then pulled out a large container with a sealed lid. I knew what it was without asking: her famous chorizo and egg casserole. My mouth watered as she popped the lid.

“Where are your plates?” she questioned, opening the cabinet above the sink.

“To the left,” I directed, quickly getting up to help.

Blake walked into the kitchen, her eyes still filled with sleep, but thankfully dressed in a long t-shirt and pair of sweats. Even a mess, she was beautiful.

“Good morning,” she mumbled, moving towards my abuela with her arms wide open for an embrace.

I loved the smile Blake created on the old woman’s face. It meant the world to me.

“I didn’t mean to wake you, dear, but I brought breakfast,” Anna-Marie offered, motioning towards the table where I sat with the large container in my hands.

I grinned, realizing they were staring, expecting me to share.

“You’re gonna love this,” I said excitedly, scooping out a large helping onto Blake’s plate.

I finished dividing up the casserole between the three of us while Anna-Marie found a seat across from me at the table. Blake sat down beside me, her eyes lingering to mine, giving me that ‘what the fuck?’ look. I chuckled as I leaned towards her, kissing her on the cheek.

“Just try it,” I insisted, knowing she wasn’t a fan of anything with so many peppers.

She looked towards Anna-Marie, and then back towards me before she took her first bite. A smile appeared on her face, and then her eyes lit up with approval.

“This is amazing,” she gasped, immediately diving in for another bite.

“I’ll make you a recipe book with all of Aiden’s favorites,” Anna-Marie smiled.

“Thank you,” Blake mumbled.

I wondered if she was put off by the fact my abuela expected her to cook for me. She hadn’t since she’d moved in. I wasn’t even sure if she liked to cook or even knew how.

“I assume Aiden told you about my will arrangements,” Anna-Marie spoke calmly.

I watched as Blake shifted in her seat, obviously uncomfortable by the topic. I was too. I didn’t want to fool my grandmother, take advantage of her, or lie to her, but I’d done all three.

“Yes. I think it’s very sweet but unnecessary. I’d feel much more comfortable if you didn’t have me listed,” Blake spoke up.

“Nonsense. I won’t be here forever, and I want to make sure my entire family is taken care of,” she insisted.

“Thank you for breakfast. I should probably get dressed and start work,” Blake mumbled, scooting out from her chair.

I quickly grabbed her by the waist as she started to dart from the kitchen, pulling her down onto my lap, and preventing her escape.

“Is there something we should know about, why you’re suddenly so worried about your will?” I asked, hating the thought that my abuela may be sick, or possibly be closer to leaving this earth than I expected.

She smiled sweetly, shook her head, and reached across the table to grab my hand.

“I’m fine. This is just something that’s very important to me,” she insisted.

Blake squirmed in my lap, pushing her weight against my manhood. Damn, she stirred something up in me; even sitting across from my abuela, I couldn’t control the thoughts going through my mind.

“I better let you two get your day started,” Anna-Marie said sweetly, releasing my hand and standing from her seat.

“Thank you for breakfast,” Blake said quickly standing from my lap and embracing the old woman again.

My cock ached as I worked to keep it down, all of the excitement stirred within it from Blake’s lap hidden from either of the ladies’ sight.

“Yes, thank you,” I said, leaning in to kiss my abuela’s soft cheek before she rushed towards the door.

Once it closed, Blake turned to me, her eyes narrowed, and her mood obviously foul.

“We can’t keep doing this,” she snapped.

“Doing what?” I asked innocently, as if I didn’t know what she was talking about.

I knew exactly what she was talking about, and the guilt was getting to me as well, but not enough to end what we had, what we could have.

“It’s not right to fool your family, your sweet little old grandmother. Now, she wants me in her will, that’s just too much,” Blake spat.

I grabbed her arm as she started to turn and head down the hall, stopping her before storming off.

“We don’t know what the future holds; why not just ride this out?” I suggested.

Blake growled as she pulled her arm from my grip.

“This is wrong, and you know it,” she argued.

I wanted to argue with her, to tell her that I loved her and that I knew she loved me, but I couldn’t. We were dating, and it was working out well, so I truly believed that things would work out, that one day, hopefully soon, there would be no lie to tell. We would be married, we would want to be married, and we’d both be happy. So, why rock the boat now?

“I have to get ready for work,” I said instead, hating that I didn’t tell Blake how I felt.

She stormed off, into her bedroom, and shut the door. I went into my room, showered, dressed for work, and left the house without saying another word to Blake.