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Breathless	By : xCookingWinex Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Aiden Views: 1882 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Aiden. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Thank you all, again.
Thank you for your patience. I’ve got at least 10 more chapters to add for you, and I’ve started to get over my writers block, so there’s a lot more to come. I hope you enjoy it!
Chapter 12
He’s been gone for ages, she panicked. He must have left. He must have.
She turned and stared fixedly at the bathroom sign for a while, somehow believing she could summon him out. To her disappointment, the only person she saw walking towards her was her boss.
“Alyn, Alyn, Alyn,” he greeted her with a smug grin. “Your date run off already?”
She crossed her arms and turned away from him, “He’s in the bathroom.”
“You looked a bit lonely, so I thought I’d take this opportunity to ask how the job’s going.”
She felt the colour drain from her face, and the stinging taste of bile came to her throat. She all of a sudden felt the sudden urge to drink. A lot.
“Fine,” she choked out after taking a hurried sip of her drink. “It’s going fine.”
He raised an eyebrow, “Really?”
“Yes. Why wouldn’t it be?”
“You just look a bit pale.”
“Well, it’s not an everyday job, is it?”
He shrugged. “What’s Wolfe like?”
“Pretty much what you’d expect.”
Except he’d give you drugs in exchange for sex.
She wondered for a moment if Wolfe would be so low to even fuck a guy instead of getting paid. The brief image of McCartney and Wolfe flashed into her mind, and she shuddered, damning her strange mentality.
“Is he as scary as he looks in the pictures?”
She shrugged this time, “I don’t know. Not really. We’re not exactly best friends, though, are we?”
He moved closer to her, “Has he given you anything?”
She nodded, “I think its crack.”
“Great. The Police will probably come to the offices at some point. I’ll have to get in touch with you when they’re coming over.”
“Sure.”
“I think your friend is coming back.” He tapped her bottom in his old, perverted way, “Have fun.”
“Alyn!” She turned and saw Wil walking towards her, his arms open. “How come you and I aren’t dancing?”
“Uh – well – uh … you were in the bathroom.”
“Well, I’m not now, come dance with me!”
“Wil!” she gasped, as he quickly grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to the dance floor.
“What!” he gasped back in the same way.
She laughed as he found a place for them on the dance floor. “I Wish It Could Be Christmas Everyday” was playing. Wil started to dance along, and so she joined in. He had great rhythm, something Alyn was not expecting at all, and she couldn’t help but grin like a proud mother as he started to flirt with the older ladies dancing along side them. They all giggled and told him to stop it, like back when they were her age, in their prime of life. She was so pleased he’d come out of his shell and was making a good impression on her colleagues, although she wasn’t entirely sure what she was expecting to happen.
“You charmer,” she laughed quietly as the older women started dancing further away from them. A slow song by an artist she’d never heard before started to play.
He winked, and grinned cheekily, “well, I am blessed with the gift of flirtation.”
She laughed again, “Come on, no one was falling all over you.”
“They were.”
“Weren’t.”
“They wanted me.”
“Doubt it.”
“Jealous?” he giggled, drawing out the s.
“No chance.” She grinned.
“Yeah, yeah,” he grinned, moving closer to her with ease. She didn’t mind at all when his hands rested on the bottom of her back.
They swayed together for a while, not talking. She was really enjoying herself, which was a pleasant surprise, considering this had to do with work. Nothing pleasant ever came from work. Especially with “special jobs”.
First thing Monday, I’m getting out of that story. First thing. No more Jake. CNN aren’t worth it.
It had been horrible having to see that man practically every day. She’d not go to work during the day, and just prepare herself for the evening. McCartney told everyone she was due a holiday. Suspicion arose right there – no one ever was “due” a holiday. Rarely anyone asked for days off, let alone were given them on a plate. And it wasn’t much of a holiday if there ever was one – all she did was either sleep with him, or watch him take his chosen drug. She’d witnessed some bad shit in the time she’d be there, and it’s only been short. But she’d been slowly collecting the stuff he’d given her, and was making a diary of everything that went on. If anything, she just wanted this man arrested.
She was thankful for Wil. He seemed like the only bit of normality in her life, and he was far from normal. But he was safe, or so she felt.
“What’re you thinking about?” he asked idly.
“Not much, you?”
He laughed and tapped his head, “full of air.”
She laughed, “I’m sure it’s full of wonderful, mystical things.”
“Not really … I mean, some of us aren’t top class reporters like you guys.”
“Top class reporters?!” she laughed. “I don’t think so. But you have a job, right? What do you do?”
The amount of time it took him to answer made her feel uneasy. Surely he would know what he does for a living? It’s like the first time they met, all over again.
“Are you still at Walmart?” she asked, prompting him, remembering what he said in the dank diner all those weeks ago.
“Sort of …” he started. He waited a few seconds, but it felt like hours. “Hey, do you want to get out of here? Maybe go get a drink somewhere?”
She smiled, not sure how to feel. Might as well drop it, she reasoned.
“I don’t fancy it, to be honest. I’d rather just go home.”
“It’s not cos of me is it?”
“Unless you own the company I work for – no.”
Unless your name is Jake Wolfe – no.
“Can I walk you back to your apartment?”
“You don’t have to do that. I’m sure you’ve got places to be.”
“I really don’t.”
“Sure?” he nodded. She smiled, “Okay. That’d be great.”
She didn’t bother telling anyone she was leaving. She figured they probably wouldn’t miss her.
The air outside was crisp and clean, and the night felt surprisingly warm. It was quiet out; strange considering it was a Saturday night. They walked passed the town hall and the tall clock above it struck 9.30 p.m. The walk back to her place wasn’t long. In fact, it felt like they’d only been walking for a few seconds before they got to her door.
They turned to face each other. She felt like an awkward teenage after a first date.
“Thank you for walking me back, you really didn’t have to.”
“Just wanted to make sure you got back okay.”
“Thank you for coming.”
He shook his head, “Thank you for inviting me.”
“As always, you’re very welcome.”
She put her hand on his cheek, and pecked his lips. He smiled before going to kiss her again. She stepped back.
“Not tonight, huh?”
“Oh … I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”
“It’s okay. I just … Do you want to meet up again? Maybe Monday?”
She watched him mull it over for a beat, before she interrupted.
“Unless you’ve got to work.”
“I don’t think I do. It’d be great to see you.”
She smiled, “Night Wil.”
“I’ll be in touch.” He kissed her cheek, “Night.”
She let herself in to her apartment. She looked at him once more before closing the door. Flicking on the lights, she looked around, collecting her thoughts. The room was a pig sty, her shiny new laptop looking out of place in amongst the rubbish. She kicked off her high heels, and they landed with a thud next to her table, adding to the mess. She walked tiredly to the bedroom, reaching round and tugging at the zip of her dress. She let it slip to the floor, and sighed deeply. It felt nice to be out of the formal gear. She sprayed on some deodorant, and then picked up a skirt – a new one she had brought for her “job” – and some tights from the floor. She reached over to the pile of clothes she kept unironed in the corner of her room, and shook out the first shirt she pulled out. It’d do. She held the clothes in her hands for a few more seconds, squeezing her eyes shut.
She held that position for a few seconds, trying to persuade herself that this was all heading for something good.
Alyn let out the breath she had been holding in, as she let her clothes fall to her bed. She rolled on her sheer tights as she mentally prepared herself for the night ahead.
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