Free Game Changer by Amelia Whitmore

he was trying to rape me."
    "Ma'am, Dylan Hickman is out on parole after beating and raping his last girlfriend. It says on his rap sheet that he has a borderline personality disorder, causing him to experience random outbursts of violence.  He's supposed to check in with his parole officer and therapist twice a month, but he hasn’t made any contact in months."
    My jaw dropped, this was all so unexpected.
    "You mean that I've been living with a convicted sex offender for the past year?" I asked in utter shock.
    I felt Ethan's hand rubbing my back. It felt like I could barely breathe.
    "We're going to need you to come down to the station at some point in the next twenty-four hours to finish filing this report.
    "Okay," I agreed, still shaken and completely in shock. Dylan was a convicted felon? How was that even possible?
    "We'll see you tomorrow, ma'am."
    I slumped back in the couch as they left.
    "Tonight sucked," I whispered, "I'm going to bed."
    "Are you sure you don't want to stay down here?" Kira asked.
    “No, I’m fine really. I just want to go to bed and forget any part of this day ever happened.”
    I crawled in my bed and was soon dozing off when I heard a soft knock on the door. I instantly stiffened.
    "Come in." I called out softly. The door cracked open, the light from the hall made it so I could only see the silhouette of whoever was standing in the doorway. It was definitely a man, but he was bulkier than Ethan or Blake. If I knew any better, I'd say it was...
    "Emi?" My jaw dropped and I gasped, sitting up in my bed.
    "Aiden?" He walked across my room to my bed, sitting on the corner.
    "Ethan called," Aiden said.
    "Oh." I said, not sure what to say.
    "The baby's not mine," He blurted out. "I broke up with her before I left. I found out that she'd been cheating on me and that he got her pregnant. Apparently, I didn't make myself clear enough for her because the next thing I knew, she was in Cancún, telling everyone that we were still engaged."
    He ran a shaky hand through his hair.
    "Look, I'm not here to make you forgive me or anything, I know you'll do what you think is right. I just needed to make sure you were alright, and that you were safe."
    I didn't think about what I was doing, only acted. Before I realized what was happening, I was throwing myself at Aiden, wrapping my arms around him and sobbing uncontrollably. He held me tightly against him, soothing me.

 
    Chapter 11
    I woke up the next morning with my head resting on a hard chest. My mind raced as I tried to figure out how a man ended up in my bed, but then I remembered the events of the previous night.
    I still couldn’t believe that Dylan had a criminal record, let alone the fact that he raped his ex-girlfriend and almost raped me. We were such good friends. How could I not know this about someone I lived with and spent almost every single day with for the last year?
    Then there’s the whole Ethan calling Aiden thing. Why would my idiot brother do that? I don’t think I was too upset about it, because Aiden being here was great; I hadn’t slept that well in a really long time.
    And now I knew the truth. Aiden wasn’t cheating on his fiancée, because he didn’t have one. He wasn’t going to have a baby, Brittney just lied. But still, there was so much going on right now, I didn’t know if I could deal with Aiden too.
    “You’re thinking too hard for this early in the morning,” I heard Aiden’s husky voice say. It sounded muffled as it vibrated through his chest.
    “I’m not necessarily thinking. I’m processing.”
    “Uh huh. Well, how about you stop processing and we talk about it.” He sat up in the bed and pulled me with him.
    I sighed, “I don’t know what to say to you. I appreciate the fact that Brittney wasn’t exactly who I thought she was, but you never told me otherwise. Granted I never gave you the chance, but we were together for nearly a week and you didn’t mention anything. It was just so out of left