Mister West by R.J. Lewis (animal farm read .TXT) 📕

I want to know…everything…or I swear to god, I will fuck you up.”

I’m silent because I’m afraid to tell her, and she’s silent because she knows I will. I know she’s right to demand it. I would be pissed if she kept things from me, but…how do I explain what’s been happening when my mind is hardly able to process it?

She’s waiting patiently, but I know it’s a façade. Crazy wench will grab my bag like a ninja and sift through my phone if it’s the last thing she’ll do. Boundaries don’t really exist between Ana and I. We go through each other’s shit like no one else’s business.

Which means, I have to tell her.

“On the flight back home,” I slowly start, taking small breaths, “I sat next to a guy.” Her shoulders immediately relax, delighted I’m talking. “He wasn’t your ordinary guy, Ana. He was…God, he was the most cocky, vulgar, sexy man I’ve ever met.”

Ana’s already enraptured. Her eyes go distant as I explain in painstaking detail everything. I don’t hold back, either. I tell her how I felt, how close I could have been to dangerously crossing the line. There’s nothing I omit, and damn, it feels good to say it out loud. Because it didn’t feel real up until now.

It’s cathartic reliving those moments and then verbally hearing them come out of my mouth because, God, it happened. This beautiful man sat next to me and this beautiful man wanted me. For the first time in years, I felt parts that I thought were dead inside me awaken. Nobody had tried to get to know me like he did. Nobody looked at me with the want in their eyes like he did.

“You should have let him take you to his place and fuck your brains out,” she says at the end, breathless. “I can’t believe you passed that up because of  what's going on between you and Derek. I mean, no offense to Derek or anything, but he cheated on you, right? He’s lost brownie points for life. You guys aren't together. Just because you’re co-existing, it doesn’t mean you can't think about yourself. You're not chained to him. Get your mom’s words out of your head. She’s brainwashed you.”

I frown. “There’s no talking to Derek about our separation. When he doesn’t want to listen, he’ll bury his head in the sand, and even if we’re only co-existing it still makes this wrong.”

“But why?”

“Because it’s too soon, isn’t it?”

“Is it?”

I look at her pointedly. “You’re supposed to be the good angel on my shoulder.”

“You know I’m the red devil.”

“Ana.”

She sighs, considering my words. “Okay, so you did the right thing. It would have been too fast, and you’re not in the right place mentally. Honestly, though, I’m not sure I would have done the same. This guy sounds like walking sex.”

“You have no idea.”

Ana thinks for some time, and her face starts to screw up. “What’s his name again?”

“Aidan.”

“And you don’t know his last name?”

I shrug, digging deep for any hint he might have given me. “I mean, on the chat his initials are A and then W. But I doubt that means anything. Like the W could just be a filler.”

I can tell Ana doesn’t think so. “You sure he was rich?”

“He looked like the definition of luxury.”

“And he didn’t want to tell you his identity?”

“No.”

“On purpose?”

“Yes, definitely on purpose.”

She looks anxious. “Tell me exactly what he looked like.”

I tell her in depth how fucking delectable this god of a man looked, and I see this strange look in her eye growing. I explain what his suit looked like, how he smirked when I assumed he was wearing a Rolex. I tell her he was away on a business venture, but he was established here, and that he lost a bet and was sentenced to six hours in economy class.

Without responding, she grabs her phone on the table and starts to type things in. I’m curious more than ever. My anxiety levels are shooting through the roof.

After she finishes, she looks from her phone to me and then slides it across the table to me. “Is this him, Ivy?”

I look down at a photo on her phone, and the second I do, my body goes rigid.

Oh. My. God.

There’s a picture of Aidan in a charcoal-colored suit posing beside a bunch of stuffy men in equally impressive clothing. He isn’t smiling. He’s poker-faced. The smirk he’d been giving me on the plane was absent. But still, the cocky look is all there.

Slowly, I look up at Ana, my mouth wide open. Her face goes into shock too. “You’re not serious!” she squeals, awed. “You sat beside Aidan fucking West on a passenger jet for six fucking hours? And it took you all these weeks to tell me?”

Aidan West.

I can’t stop looking down at his picture. I grab her phone and bring it closer to me. It’s him. Oh, my God, it’s really him. I feel tightness between my legs. A surge of tingles already flowing through me. I’m drawn in by a photograph. So captivated, I hardly breathe.

“Who is he exactly?” I ask, quietly.

“Easily the richest man in the city. Easily the richest man you will ever meet.”

“Doing what?”

“I don’t know. High tech stuff. Who cares? All anyone talks about is how fucking beautiful he is and the lucky bitches he has on his arm. You’ve lived under a boulder, babe.”

I’m offended. “How am I supposed to know this shit? I stalked actors my whole life, not businessmen.”

When you have people like Chris Hemsworth in this world, would you really find it necessary to expand your horizons?

“Look, I understand, you have to know who he is first. Like, you would turn your head to look at him not because he’s Aidan West, but because he’s the hottest guy in town. I get you, but…he’d been making rounds in the papers a couple years ago. Apparently, he’s a cunt to work for, and he got out of