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One moment, Xander is standing beside me, the next, he’s shoved back and my shoulder is free of his arm. Aiden has him by the collar of his jacket and is dragging him away.
“Don’t say a word about the threesome suggestion. My life depends on it.”
Still clutching Xander, Aiden grabs Ronan by the back of his nape.
“My chips!” Ronan hugs a bowl to his chest as Aiden dra...
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“Tell everyone I was a good person!” Ronan shouts over his shoulder at me. “I want this line on my tombstone, He had...
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“Alicia was messed up and took all sorts of pills.”
I don’t miss the note of dismay in Margo’s tone as if she either hates Alicia or hates what she did. It’s probably the latter since Alicia’s suicide must’ve wounded Aiden and Margo seems to care about his wellbeing.
A tall man appears from the right. He’s wearing a tailored navy blue suit that screams wealth and status. It’s not until I meet his gaze that I’m stuck staring at the older version of Aiden. Jonathan King.
If I thought Aiden’s gaze is intimidating, then his father’s is a killer.
His attention falls on me with pure aggressiveness.
Something like contempt flashes on Jonathan’s blank face. At this moment, he looks so much like Aiden, it’s uncanny. Now, I know where the heir got his personality.
Jonathan King and his son are the type of people who crush while staring at their opponents in the eyes.
He can break my bones and I’ll still squeeze with the intact bones I have left.
“Dad.” Aiden’s detached voice comes from the side. I was lost in my silent war with Jonathan that I didn’t sense his presence. That’s a first.
Aiden is a carbon copy of the older King. It’s like a battle royale between a larger-than-life power and his younger self. The king and his heir.
Instead, Aiden’s full concentration is on the tray in my shaking hand. He snatches and carries it in his grasp without uttering a word or sparing me a glance.
“What was that all about?” I ask. Silence. “Aiden?”
Did I mention how much it sucks to be on his bad side? Who thought someone like Aiden would use the silent treatment?
“Stay away from my father.” He enunciates every word in a near growl.
“I don’t give a fuck about what you did or didn’t do. You don’t speak to Jonathan. You don’t shake hands with him, and you certainly don’t fucking talk to him. When you see him, you turn and walk in the opposite direction. Is that clear?”
I just provoked the ugly, monstrous side of Aiden. The side who doesn’t care who he hurts as long as he gets what he wants.
He knows how much Kim means to me and that I won’t hesitate to protect her.
Aiden snatches the regular coke and thrusts a diet coke in my hands. I told him before that diet coke is only lower on calories but isn’t healthy. However, I let it go this time.
When I tried to slide in beside her, Aiden dragged me and sat me between his parted thighs.
They jump like rabbits on crack, shouting and even kicking imaginary balls. They even speak in thick cockney accents that posh folks shouldn’t even have heard of. It must be due to mingling with other football fans.
Cole and Aiden are the calm types of audience. Cole says some ooh and aah’s, but he never moves from his position.
“Wrong answer.” And just like that, his attention shifts back to the game.
Ronan puts a hand on his heart and places the bowl of chips up as if it’s a cup and sings along. In gibberish.
Cole chuckles “Well, what the hell.” He stands so Kim is between him and Ronan and sings Ode de Joy in a more perfect German than Kim’s — though it’s probably because he’s not dead drunk like her.
“Don’t kill my vibe, Captain!” Ronan throws a chip at him. “Sing in the gibberi...
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All eyes turn to me as if I’m the maniac who just suggested that Xander, Kim’s archenemy, should drop her home.
“If you want my trust, you can’t use my best friend’s wellbeing to threaten me. That’ll make me trust you less not more.”
“If you agreed, I wouldn’t have used this method. Stay away from Jonathan and I’ll stay away from Reed. It’s an easy bargain.”
When Arsenal scores, the four of us pull each other in a group hug. Cole cheers from the background, and a strong hand grabs me by the collar of my shirt. I wiggle Aiden off and continue celebrating.
He’s watching me with an unreadable gleam that resembles the first day we met. I’m definitely locking the door tonight.
“Do you think a locked door will keep me away from what’s mine, sweetheart?”
“I’m mad at you, too. We can be mad at each other while you’re sitting on my lap.”
“I hate it.” My voice trembles. “I hate so much water.”
“Like how you celebrated with the guys earlier when I was sitting right there.”
Aiden just took a scary place and turned it into a happy place.
He even posted a pic of my back view as I snuggled in his lap during a game night with the caption ‘Football girl’.
I even followed him back the other day on Instagram.
I never had a choice about whether or not I should let him in. Aiden barged right in and carved his comfy place in my chest.
grin like an idiot when Aiden’s name flashes alongside that picture of our first kiss in Ronan’s house.
“The keyword being ‘supposed’. Coach will kill me if he finds me talking on the phone.”
“Disposable if they threaten what’s mine.”
“If one of those fuckers put their hands on you again, I’ll break it and their legs so they can kiss their last football season goodbye.”
“Not when I have a claim to stake.”
Silver stands near a shiny black Mercedes with… Jonathan King?
“You said she’ll be gone. You said Aiden will dump that little bitch Elsa in a heartbeat. Obviously, he hasn’t. If anything, he’s doting on her more than ever.”
