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Depending on my choice, he’ll make it as ugly or as pretty as he deems necessary.
Aiden is the cliff. Unknown. Unplanned. Unpredictable. He’s my worst nightmare. He’s also the closest thing I’ve had to freedom.
“You’re a virgin? How the fuck are you a virgin? Why —”
Instead, he slowly rocks his hips forward, his thrusts are minimal as if he’s waiting for me to adjust. Then… he kisses me.
try urging him to go harder by pulling on his hair, but he tugs on my hair back as if silently communicating he won’t follow my command.
“You’re so beautiful,” He groans, his rhythm turning rougher and faster with every word he says. “You’re maddening. You’re addictive. You’re fucking up everything.”
Aiden faces me, but is staring sideways, fussing with my shampoo in all his naked glory.
“You go through my Instagram?”
“Why do you think I followed you?”
“By the way, you still didn’t follow me back,” he says as if it’s something I forgot about.
Aiden has two slashes down his back. They’re faded into his tan skin, and that’s probably why I haven’t noticed them before.
“Jonathan King isn’t a violent man.” He sounds sarcastic. “He’ll sue you for defamation if hears you saying such nonsense.”
“Then who is it?” “None of your business.”
“If I tell you, you’ll have to tell me everything in return. And I mean every fucking thing, Elsa. Including your nightmares. If you’re ready to bare your soul to me, then, by all means, start first, sweetheart.”
“You know.” His tone is casual but the undertone isn’t. “There will be no trust between us if you continue lying to me.”
Aiden’s poker face is the last thing I see before he walks out of the door.
“I want to see Dr Khan.” Two pairs of eyes snap from their tasks. Uncle pauses drinking his morning coffee and reading from his tablet. Aunt stops packing my lunch, her hands shaking around the container.
“Are you having nightmares again? What did you see?” Her tone is almost hysterical. “Stop it, Blair.” Uncle abandons his coffee and tablet on the table and rises to his
“She’s not a child, stop treating her like one,” Uncle says. “I don’t want her making mistakes, okay?” “Mistakes? Come the fuck on, Blair. Are we going down that road?” “She’s my niece, okay? Mine! You wouldn’t be in her life if it weren’t for me so stop interfering, Jaxon.”
“Eighteen is right around the corner. I can’t wait to see what happens when the other shoe drops.”
Aiden walks into the classroom with Silver hanging off his arm.
He offers her his dazzling smile that he flashed me forty-eight hours ago. Something inside me breaks.
can hear the sound, loud and final. I can feel the remnants shattering. Piece by piece, they gather at the dark corners of my chest.
Aiden’s silver eyes meet mine, gleaming with mock condescension. I can almost imagine what he w...
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I took your virginity and now I’m back w...
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A king needs a queen, peasant.
I was stupid enough to show weakness before. Not anymore.
For once, Ronan is speechless. He keeps staring between Aiden and Silver then me as if he’s in some freak show.
“Oops, my tears froze.”
Ronan snorts and Cole’s lips curve into what resembles a smile.
Honestly? I only have myself to blame. I’m the stupid fly who fell into his well-crafted web. I’m the moth who knew it’d burn but went to the fire anyway.
As I stare at my red hands, the first tear falls on the side of my palm. The second follows. Then the third. I sniffle, trying to hold back the tears as I did since Saturday. Only this time, I can’t fight the tide. So I let it loose. I promise myself that this is the last time I cry for Aiden King.
He wrecks everything in his path with a smile on his face. Including my heart.
Cole sits under a plum tree, reading a book — Nausea by Jean-Paul Sartre.
If I weren’t so biased, I’d say he’s even more good-looking than Aiden. His beauty is calm compared to Aiden’s dangerous one.
throws me a glance over his book. I can’t help but smile at the image. He’s reading Jean-Paul Sartre while he’s in his football uniform.
“Is my book funny?” he asks with no maliciousness. “I never thought athletes were interested ...
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His posture quirks up as if he’s a kid given his favourite toy. “So you don’t believe that existence precedes essence?”
“Not per se. It can be true to some extent, but the whole theory is hyper-individualist. A person isn’t an entity that can’t be touched or manipulated.”
“What if the person’s lack of existentialism causes them to be a target of manipulation?”
“Aiden gave it to me, so keep it in good shape.”
It’s a heated conversation since Cole and I disagree on almost everything, but it manages to keep my head off what’s happening at the pitch.
“Come on. It’s time for me to practice like a dumb athlete.”
“You hold a grudge, don’t you?” I take his hand. “Me? Never.” “Try again, Captain.”
“Am I interrupting something?” Aiden stands near the brick wall I was leaning against earlier, arms crossed over his chest.
But that’s the thing about hearts, isn’t it? They can’t help beating despite the pain.
“You already moved on, so let me do the same.”
“Do you honestly believe it’s even possible to move on from you, sweetheart?”
“I don’t care about everyone at school. The show was only meant for you.”
“Did I miss some memo that you should be parading with another girl after we had sex for the first time? Not to mention that you abandoned me after said sex.”
