Chapter 270: Under His Nose I

Aiden continued to watch, barely making a sound. He didn't even dare to breathe loudly for fear of being discovered, but as he continued to watch, he realized he wasn't breathing at all.

Why was Benjamin Hawthorne wrapping his arms around his mother? What the flying fuck? Aiden couldn't believe his eyes, he quickly pinched himself on the arm, and a sharp sting of pain shot through his nerves.

This wasn't a dream, or some fucked up hallucination brought about by lack of sleep or by the stress of the day's events. Just as Aiden thought that would be the worst of it, whatever higher power in the heavens decided they weren't done torturing him yet. 

His mother pulled Benjamin Hawthorne closer into the Montgomery mansion, and they began to kiss ravenously like horny teenagers. Even from a distance, there was no mistaking the sounds of sloppy kissing that were threatening to overwhelm his ears.