Alana novel Chapter 69

Alana's POV

"Does he like sprite?" Trina asks as we grocery shop and I shake my head.

"Coca Cola all the way." I murmur as I type on my phone.

Come to the office. - H.T

Babe, I'm busy I'll see you later. -S.F

Too busy for your husband? -H.T

I love you, you know that. I'll see you later xoxo- S.F

"Biotch. I'm talking to you." Trina deadpans and I push my phone into my back pocket. "Chicken or fish?"

"Just take both."

We were preparing for Aiden's birthday, but I had the best prank in store! He said he wanted a surprise.

Evil laugh.

He'll get a surprise.

"So...Aiden isn't working tomorrow but James is taking him out," Trina confirms as we cash out. "Do you know how much we had to beg this boy to leave you? And guess what, he only gave James an hour. He's so whipped."

I smile at that and she rolls her eyes. "Ew." She murmurs.

"Anyway, so within that one hour, my gay friend Alexander will be the one with you in the room. Then I'll lead Aiden to be suspicious then bam! He overreacts as usual when it comes to you, we pop out after a while, and then he'll be so surprised."

I giggle at how excited I was and we walked with bags in each hand to my car.

"I can't wait!"

"What did you plan for after?"

"After?"

"Yes, Alana. Like when everyone's gone?"

"Oh...um."

"Don't tell me you were just going to go to sleep?" She gapes as we pull out and I keep my eyes squarely on the road. "Oh my gosh, poor Aiden."

"I mean sure, we might have..."

"What? Sex?" I cringe and she scoffs. "Thats too common. What about head?!"

"No! Ew. Ew. Ew." I nearly gag and she deadpans.

"Like I said. Poor Aiden."

"I could give him a lap dance," I suggest and she grins.

"Perfect. I got you."

It was finally Friday and here we were. It was about two, and Trina was sneaking Alexander in since the guys were soon to return any minute.

"They're just around the corner get in the bedroom!" She yells and both of us run into my room. I wasn't comfortable with him on my bed so I settled with the couch. Trina peaks her head in.

"Straddle him." She says.

"What? I-"

"Girl! if you don't get your a-"

"Okay okay."

Alexander chuckles, his deep voice rumbling as he places himself on the bedroom couch and I move over him awkwardly.

"So...talk about first impressions." He mumbles and I release a breathy laugh, happy to let out the awkwardness.

I've been ignoring Aiden's text for the best two hours abruptly, and ever since last night, I've been short with him. I know he suspected something.

"I know." I smile and he grins.

"If I was straight..."

"Shh, I'm married." I shut him down and he chuckles.

"I'm just saying."

"I just hope my husband doesn't pinch you."

"I'd take a pinch for a pretty woman any day." I roll my eyes and suddenly his pockets vibrate.

"Showtime." I was honestly surprised when his hands slip to my butt and the door swings open. So it was natural for me to just hop off him.

"What the fu-" Aiden's voice rings through the room and he lunges straight for Alexander who moves off of the couch so quick.

"Babe, calm down." I sound guilty and I praise my acting skills.

"What the hell is this?" He looks so confused as I place my hand on his chest. "No, don't touch me." He pushes my hands away dramatically and I purse my lips to keep in my laugh.

"Baby-"

"No, shut up." He states his eyes straight on Alexander.

"Don't tell me to shut up." I was still amused as he turns and tugs at his curls.

"We're married, Alana. Are you serious about having an affair?" He states turning to me and I try my best to frown.

"Aiden...I'm sorry."

"You're sor- it's my birthday! How could you do this to me?" He looks so broken and I honestly feel bad.

"Well depends on what is." He states and I grab his hand, pulling his off the kitchen stool and pulling him towards the bedroom.

As we enter his eyes widen at the chair and roses that we're laid out in front of us.

"When did this happen?" He asks and I smile at Trina's work.

"While you were getting beat up." He snorts and I walk behind the chair, placing my head at the top and tilting my head at him.

His grin was so wide I could wait to burst his bubble. He sat, removing his shirt and I pull off the sundress I was wearing and go with just the lacy bra I was wearing and some spandex shorts. Simple but sexy, Trina said.

"One rule," I state and he raises an eyebrow. "You can't touch me."

"What? Bullshit." He says getting upset and I nearly laugh right there.

"Well, it's either that or no lap dance." I fold my arms and he sighs, obviously agreeing. So of course, I walked towards the music player and 3 am by Will Got The Juice started playing.

I did everything that Trina told, well, showed me how to do so by the time the chorus kicked in I was full-on comfortable.

Sitting backward I slowly moved against him and he only kept his hand clenched to the leg of the chair.  I know he was itching to touch me and I slowly smirking at that as I stood and made a show, moving my hips to the song, while playing with my hair.

Don't worry, it's not as embarrassing as it sounds.

The second time I sat, I was facing him and his eyes were clouded with desire. I slowly bent backward making sure my chest was in his face and it was as all bets off when I got back up, the music when off and I knew I was in for it when he smirked at me.

Music can't save me now.

"I forgive you." Is the first thing he says and his hands move from the chair to my legs, to my butt then my waist, he pulls me closer to him, his arousal apparent as it pressed against me.

He laces his hand through the back of my hair and tugs lightly at my roots as he buries his face in my neck, sucking lightly.

"That was very sexy." He murmurs against my neck and I feel a little light-headed as his hands move from my hair to my stomach and lower.

"Aiden.." I breathe as he sucks on my flesh and as soon as he lifts me I knew I was done for.

For the first time, I wasn't the first to get up. My eyes pop open to meet sparkling ones and I smile.

"Hello there." He murmurs placing a kiss on my forehead and I hum in response.

"You look exhausted." He says amusement dancing in his eyes.

"Yea well, whose fault is that?" I raise an eyebrow, afraid to move because soreness is something I simply can't get used to.

"Want me to massage your legs?"

"No. Every time you 'massage my leg.' I end up worse than how I felt before." He chuckles, using this moment to bury his head in my chest and I roll my eyes.

"Can you play with my hair?" He mumbles and I raise my hand, running my hand through his curls.

"Yesterday was perfect." He mumbles happily and I nod.

"It was."