"Aiden..." I shake my head, eyes fixed anywhere but the gorgeous man next to me.
His hand grips my chin tightly, just enough to make me avert my eyes to his.
"You know you want this as much as I fucking do. I want you to be mine. I want to be the...
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He looks handsome today. Heck, he looks handsome everyday. Dressed in a total black suit, with silver cuff links, matching tie clip and same coloured chains around his neck. The silver and black rings around his tattooed fingers are also an extreme turn on.
Especially when he had those lean fingers wrapped around my throat minutes ago. Shaking the dirty images that invade my mind, I look into my Aiden's bright, emerald eyes. The look on his face is one resembling the look of a kid's face on Christmas.
The smile on his face sends butterflies straight to my stomach, my happiness mirrors his own.
The sound of the door to the washroom opening has me shifting my eyes away from his. I wish I hadn't. My heart falls to the pit of my stomach, the smile on my face, the happiness I felt mere seconds ago now gone and replaced by pure dread.
I unwrap my arms from around Aiden instinctively, as instinctively my legs move me away from him. My eyes not once leaving my brother's.
Aiden turns around and his whole body tenses. Straight back, clenched jaw, hard eyes looking straight into Tristan's. The pretty blonde, dressed in a golden gown, stands behind my brother awkwardly. Her eyes shifting between the three of us curiously.
"Leave, Sydney." Tristan instructs, his voice hard. His own eyes shifting between me and his best friend. My heart is going to explode if it beats any faster. This was so not the way I wanted him to find out.
"My name is Cindy!" She screeches, crossing her lean arms over her ample cleavage. A frown masks her sharp features. Tristan turns his head to the side and glares at the poor girl, who doesn't need to be told twice before scurrying away.
My brother lets the door slam shut and stands in front of the dark wood, arms crossed, legs spread, with a hard glare directed toward the both of us. "I'm waiting. What the fuck are you two doing in here?" He grits out, his jaw ticks.
"We-me an-d Aiden we..." the words are difficult on my tongue. Aiden looks at my defeated face reassuringly and moves closer to me, intertwining our hands, making my heartbeat increase it's already fast speed.
"We're together." He speaks my unfinished sentence, confidently. He really said rip the bandaid. I almost flinch at the harsh and final voice he uses. My brother doesn't even blink. He keeps staring between us and our holding hands.
"You're together." He repeats Aiden's words, before a dry, humourless laugh emits from deep within his chest. He throws his head back, the tattoos on the side of his neck stretching above his tan skin. His bitter smile disappears sharply. "Please tell me this is some kind of sick fucking joke."
The answer he deep down knows gets thrown at his face when neither of us make a move to speak. I squeeze my fingers around Aiden's, getting the reassurance his presence provides me. His cold rings, a contrast to my heated skin.
