Chapter 9.

What the FUCK had I done?

"Shit." Was my one word response.

I turned my head to see Aaron beside me on the floor. He stared up to the ceiling, an unreadable expression on his face.

We were both breathing hard, sweating like buckets but I think we were both feeling somewhat regretful. I mean, I certainly was.

This was my job and I had just gone against everything I was trained for. What I was doing was illegal, jail time illegal, and for a girl like me, that was the scariest thought.

"Chloe." His voice saying my name made me jump. As if I jumped out of the thoughts I was in, I jumped up from the floor and started to throw my clothes back on to my partially unclothed body. "Chloe."

"Don't." I snapped. "Don't talk to me." Wow, was I really going cold on him? This was my fault just as much as his.

I couldn't look at him. Was I really that easy? He only had to say one word and my legs were opening themselves up to him. Damn him for being so hot and damn me for being so obsessed.

I couldn't look at my uniform, either. I had this uniform because I was good enough to get this job and now look at me. I was in the stock room with a prisoner, after just having slept with him!

I was going to hell. I was going down and I must have been mad to think Aaron cared too.

"Wanna go cold now, do you?" He asked, his voice low and sending shivers down my back.

"I can't believe it." I whispered. I pulled my trousers on and did the belt up across my waist. "What a fucking fruitcake." I slapped my head, repeatedly.

Someone just kill me, please. It came to a point where I was just thinking about tasering myself in to a coma.

I was mortified.

"Shut the fuck up, Chloe." I watched him as he looked to the ceiling. "It's just a fucking." His husky voice sent my emotions in to a spiral.

I grabbed hold of a baton to the side of me and threw it at him with all my might.

"Just a fucking!" I shouted. "I tell you what this was, a mistake." Once I was dressed, I took hold of the taser on my belt and held it out to him.

"Chloe." I watched as he got up from the floor, his big tattooed body towering over mine, his face unaffected by the taser before him. "Put the taser down."

I held it still.

"Taser me and watch what happens, I dare you." His voice was threatening and a shot of fear flew down my spine.

It wasn't as if he wasn't capable of killing me with his bare hands. He was a lot bigger than me, a lot stronger. He had done it before, he could have done it again.

I stepped away from his large body and I watched his eyes darken at the movement.

"Don't touch me." My voice sounded weak, even to my own ears.

Come on, Chloe, woman up!

"Why are you scared?" Aaron asked, his face looking dejected. He masked it pretty well, though.

"Step away." I tried to sound stronger. I moved another step back from him, realising just how stupid I had been.

I wanted to cry my eyes out and I'm sure he saw that too.

Once a tear slid out of my eye and down one cheek, he tried to step forward but I took another step back and the taser shook in my hands.

"Why are you fucking scared of me?!" He boomed. His body was rigid but I jumped out of my skin at his voice. It was so loud and deep, scary and manly.

I ran to the door and held the handle in my hands. I went to open it.

"Chloe, no." He was pleading with me. "Wait there."

I didn't listen to him, I just opened the door and left.

"Dammit!" He shouted before I heard his footsteps walking my way.

He caught up with me pretty quickly. He took ahold of my elbow and pulled me back in to the stock room.

I was going to scream.

"I'm not going to hurt you." He pleaded. "I wouldn't lay a fucking finger on you, I swear."

He let me go once he had shut the door again. I looked to his bare torso and shivered at the scary but sexy sight of him.

I didn't know whether to believe him, but he looked genuine.

I put the taser back in to my belt with shaking hands.

"I can't do this again." I said. "I've got everything to lose." I let another tear fall down my cheek.

I was upset. I was upset because I had slept with the man I said I wouldn't. Everything was on the line for me, I had so much to lose and everything to gain. Why had I been so stupid?

I was scared, yes. I was scared because what would happen to me if somebody did find out? What if Aaron decided to tell somebody?

Fuck. I really was in the shit.

Aaron didn't reply, he just kept his gaze solely on me, a blank expression on his face.

"If somebody was to find out..." I trailed off.

"They won't." Was his reply. "You wouldn't survive in jail. I wouldn't do that to you."

"You're not going to tell anyone?" I was crossing all my fingers and toes.

"Of course I wouldn't." He looked angry. "I hate everybody in here, it's not like I'm going to tell them a bedtime story about us."

I let out a sigh. I was just hoping he was telling the truth.

"And no one else will find out?" I needed reassuring. I needed it to feel calm again.

"Trust me." Was his only response. It was a simple sentence but it spoke so much volume.

Could I trust him?

I didn't know but it was all I had. It was something to hang on to, for now.

"Now, stop crying." He demanded.

"I'm trying." I sniffed as I wiped a tear away from my skin. I could tell Aaron was dying to touch me, his hands balled in to fists beside him, but he didn't. I kind of respected him for listening to me.

As I started to calm down, I realised just how sore I was down below. Aaron had really meant it when he said he had a lot of pent up frustrations. It was weird that I liked it.

As I shifted on the spot and grimaced at the pain, Aaron's look shifted in to a smug smirk.

"Are you okay?" He asked, his shoulders relaxing.

"Just a bit sore." I replied back.

"I hope it makes you think of me."

I probably would think of him even without the pain. I didn't tell him that.

As my radio started to make a sound, I took a hold of it. It rattled off information not meant for me and I laid it back in my belt.

I was at work but Aaron had the ability to make me think I was anywhere but here. That's what I needed but when it came back to the reality, I'm sure I was going to have heart palpitations.

I had to trust Aaron that my job wouldn't be on the line. That everything was okay for the both of us, no matter what.

This couldn't happen again though, I couldn't deal with the feeling of panic and uncertainty. I loved every minute of what Aaron and I had done but I couldn't deal with the after math.

I hadn't decided if this was all worth it.

Like Aaron said, I just wasn't suited for jail, not like Aaron. He was a lot stronger than I was, I'd crumble behind bars.

I tried not to think about why Aaron was behind bars. It made me feel sick to my stomach when I did think about it. A part of me wanted to hope that everything was just not as it seemed.

"I've got to go." Feeling dejected again at the thought, I went to the stock room door. This time, he didn't follow me.

"Don't picture me as a murderer." He said, his voice loud and clear. I wondered whether he could hear what I was saying. "When you think of me." He clarified. He must have seen the confusion on my face.

"I-"

"Picture me above you, beneath you, anything but as that."

All I could do was give him a weak smile.

I'd try for him, I'd try to not think of him like that. But it was going to be hard. It was on my mind, constantly.

I had the hots for a man who was in here for taking a life.

Was I plain stupid or what?

I opened the stock room door, left, and shut it tightly behind me.

I took a long trip back down to work. I didn't care whether someone was suspicious, I'd just have to tell them I was sorting out the stock room.

I had also missed my break being with Aaron.

Aaron. I could still smell him on my skin as I walked. I could feel him inside me, even now, without him here. I craved to feel his skin against mine again.

I shook my head. I couldn't think like this. No more Aaron King. No more and I meant it. I couldn't risk everything again.

I needed to convince myself that this was all wrong.

"There you are!" Sarah said, her blonde hair catching my attention. "I wondered where you had gone."

"I-"

"I have some serious questions to ask you." Her voice sounded serious and my heart rate picked up until I was sure I was about to have a heart attack right there on the spot.

"Sarah-"

"Will you come clubbing with me tonight?" She asked. I relaxed at her question, realising that she didn't know what had gone down with Aaron and I.

I needed to stop worrying.

Maybe a night out would be a good idea.

"Sure." I said, thankful for Sarah and her adventurous ways. She would be my distraction, God knows I needed it.

"Promise?" She asked.

"Promise." I replied.

We both got back to work.

I kept my head low and didn't say much for the rest of the day. I was too in my own head and too afraid to say the wrong thing.

Every time I saw a co worker, I felt the fear moving through my veins. I was skittish, on edge and I'm sure everybody else could have sensed it too.

I needed to act confident and strong.

At tea time, I kept myself to myself as I watched the inmates eat. I didn't even look for Aaron, scared that if I caught his eye, people would put two and two together.

I was just over thinking and I hated it.

I knew Aaron was in the room now. I could sense it but this time, I didn't look to catch his eye. I needed to ignore him, I couldn't think of him at all like he said.

Suddenly, I felt a breeze go by me as a man walked before me. I looked up to see Aaron walking infront of me closely.

He did another lap of the hall before coming up to me again.

What the hell was he doing?

"Stop worrying." He whispered as he moved before me and away again. It didn't look suspicious, it just looked as if he were circling the hall, which inmates did to find a seat.

I watched him as he then walked over to an open bench and sat down on it, his eyes looking straight at me as soon as he was seated.

He made a small gesture with his hands, a hidden thumbs up, to make sure I was okay. I looked straight to him and did the same gesture.

I was okay, weirdly, I was calm now.

The only thing I could do was trust him. I needed to, or I'd break down.

I'd be okay, I'd be okay because Aaron said I would be.

I hoped he was right.