The Rogue And His Human Mate

Chapter Seven

~Faith~

A groan escapes my lips as I wake up on an unfamiliar mattress and sit up to a dark room. It takes me a moment to recall all that has happened through the day, and as I do, I move my hand to my side to feel it bandaged. But the bandage is dry, meaning my bleeding has stopped. How did Aiden heal me so fast? Is he some sort of doctor? I move to the edge of the bed, my head still feeling groggy. I am upset that Aiden drugged me, yet as of now, he has only helped me, so I do not want to get mad at him just yet. But at the same time, I do not understand how he found me when I was in trouble or why he was even helping me to begin with when we were strangers.

I open the RV bedroom door and walk out. Aiden is sitting on the small couch, reading a book. But his eyes immediately leave the book and focus on me. "How are you feeling?" he asks me. "Fine, no pain. What did you do to treat me?" I ask him. "Family secret," he responds, causing me to sigh.

"Who are you, Aiden? How did you know where I was? How did you stop the men that tried to take me? Do you know them?" I ask the questions spewing out of my mouth. "I'm a nobody. I noticed you ran and knew you were not doing well, so I went out looking for you. I told Joe I would keep an eye on you. The guys chasing you ran when they noticed they were discovered, and no, I don't know them. I just know others like them," he responds as I shake my head.

"I'm really thankful you helped me, but you aren't being honest with me. Look, I saw you fight the one guy that had me, just like I saw you fight them the first night we met out of my window. And yes, Joe may have asked you to help me, but this goes far past a favor for an employer," I say to him as I look at his door and move to leave. "It's not safe for you to leave right now," he says as he stands up to block me.

"So you are going to force me to stay here with you or are you going to take me home?" I ask. "I'll take you home in the morning if it is safe," he responds, as if it's no big deal that he's keeping me here. "I'll take my chances," I say, making a move to get to the door, but he stops me by grabbing my wrist. "Don't," he demands, his gaze a weird Amber hue meeting mine for a moment before his eyes look down at the ground. Yet, he continues to hold my wrist.

"I'm not comfortable here," I admit to him, and he loosens his grip and finally releases me. "If I take you to that Josh guy, will you stay with him for the night? Those guys, they may come back," he asks, but it seems like he's forcing himself to even offer that. "Tell me the truth, and I will stay with you," I say to him. "I can't right now, even if that means you not trusting me. All I can tell you is that you're in danger, and the cops can't help with those men, and they will come back for you. But I can keep you safe for right now. I don't want to hurt you. I don't even like forcing you to stay. I simply want to know you are safe, and once I know that, I will leave you be," he says. "Are you really doing all this because Joe asked you to?" I ask him. "No, I'm doing it because I want to," he admits.

"Well, at least you're starting to be honest. That's a good start. Fine, then I will stay with you for the night," I say. "Thank you. I know this is not much, but make yourself comfortable. You can have the room, and I will stay out here," he says as he sits down again and opens his book. I walk back towards the room and go back to the bed. It's dark out, yet I'm not tired, so instead, I just lie on the bed, hopeful I won't get lost in all I want to keep buried for now. Yet, they always flood my mind in silence, reminding me that I'm alone in this. I wonder what those guys want with me. I'm nobody. I have no one, no money, and I'm sickly," I whisper to myself as tears form in my eyes. And with perfect timing, Aiden knocks on the door and then comes in.

"I just need to grab something fast," he says, but then his eyes make contact with mine. "Are you okay?" he asks me. "The place you were injured, is it hurting?" he asks. "I'm okay," I promise as he steps closer. "Why do you have tears in your eyes?" he questions. "I'm overwhelmed," I answer honestly to him.

"I'm sorry, you don't deserve any of this," he speaks. "Maybe I do, maybe it's all payback for a past life or something," I admit, holding back my tears. There's no way in hell I want to cry in front of him. Maybe I should have said yes to going to Josh since even though he annoys me at times, I know him and it's okay to cry in front of him.

"I doubt someone as kind as you could have even done anything to cause the cards you have been dealt in a past life. I know what it's like to have an unfair life," he admits to me. "My whole life was not bad. I had a happy, loving family. I had lots of friends growing up and hid the fact I had an unknown disease well. s**t did not hit the fan until a few months ago," I say to him.

"Hold onto the happy memories then," he suggests to me, and I nod as he remains close for a moment and then steps away. I don't want to be alone right now, even if he is a stranger. Without thinking, I grab his hand. "I'm afraid, please don't go. I don't want to be in this room alone," I say to him. His eyes meet mine for a moment as he stays silent. "I'll sit with you then," he says, and I release his hand as he sits down on the edge of the bed.

"I don't want you to leave me be, or more so, I don't want you to disappear. I don't have many friends anymore, so please, if you're helping me, don't just disappear on me afterwards, especially if I allow myself to get comfortable around you," I whisper. "You are comfortable with me?" he asks, sounding surprised. Yet again, I surprise myself for feeling calm around him. "Yes, you're honestly growing on me. I thought you were a jerk when I first met you based on how standoffish you were, but you really aren't. It's just an act. You seem to try and act tough when in reality, you're a caring person," I say.

"I don't think anyone has called me caring before," he admits as I sit down on the bed as well. "You sat with me at the hospital, hung out with me at my apartment, and then saved me from the crazy men. So, yes, you are caring if you would do all that for a stranger," I say. "I only did it because," he starts and then sighs. "Nevermind," he mutters.

"Why?" I demand. "Because it was you," he says and then shakes his head. "Because it was me?" I ask, confused. "It's because I like you, Faith," he says as his eyes meet mine. They are so intense and bright now, but then he gets up. "Sorry, but I can't stay in here any longer," he says. "Why not?" I ask.

"Because I'm starting something that can never happen," he admits. "You like me, yet you don't want to be around me. What do you mean it can never happen? You can't be friends with me," I ask, confused. "I don't want to be your friend," he snaps at me. I turn in the bed. "Sorry, I thought wrong then," I say. I don't know why I'm so upset over it. Maybe he really is just helping Joe out. But then I feel his hands on me, moving me so I'm facing him as he gets back on the bed. Before I can say more, his lips are pushing against mine.

Instead of pushing him away, I answer his kiss, getting lost in his lips. I move my hands, combing them through his hair and pulling him closer to me. He feels so good and dangerous. A connection I never want to end. It's crazy, but I'm falling for him, this mysterious man I still know very little about.