"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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My head has to be fucking messing with me. Confusion but most of all fucking rage.
Why the fuck is he standing in front of me? Why is he in my apartment? Next to Hunter? Looking at me? Standing the way he fucking is?
She has her eyes closed as she grinds her ass on some random dudes front. Her hips swaying to the music, slowly and sensually.
I watch my Avery run her fingers through the unknown males hair. Something she does to me.
"Why are you here?" I ask gruffly, not knowing whether I'm awaiting an answer myself. With a tightening grip around his shirt and throat I slam him back against the elevator door. The guy grunts from the impact on the back of his head. His eyes squeeze shut. The impulse to pull him back and slam him against the door but harder is strong.
I clench my jaw tighter when Hunter puts his hands on me in an attempt to pull me back. "What are you doing?" He snaps, his gaze piercing through my scull. "Answer me," I demand, ignoring Hunter's existence as much as I can. It's fucking hard.
"Aiden, lascialo andare!" I do. Not because Hunter ordered me to do so. I step away from him when I hear Avery walking towards us. She doesn't need to see me violent for the thousandth time. (let go of him!)
He coughs out the moment I pull away. With a straight back, his posture yet again, radiates confidence, though the narrowed eyes confusedly looking into my glaring ones, give away a glint of confusion. A glint of weakness.
His eyes fall away from my own, to something behind me. Someone.
A warm hand cups my curled fist, his expression turns fucking smug when he recognises my girl. It's the same fucking smug expression his face wore the night he kept grinding against Avery in the club. When he kept grinding against my Avery, in my club.
His eyes skim over Ry's body several times, making the rage I've been feeling so far expand within me. I don't want her exposed to his eyes and right now, the clothes she's wearing make her just that.
"Hunter? Why are you here, again?" My girl asks oblivious to the tension surrounding her. The bastard's eyes meet mine again, a ghost of a smirk appears on his face.
The face I so badly want to punch. For the second fucking time.
"Hi," Ry acknowledges politely. Always being nice to strangers.
Her lips move as she talks to him.
The torturing images from that night make me want to dive my fist into his face over and over again. Until the smug bearing disappears. Until his skin turns black and blue, until his face is fucking unrecognisable.
