Priscilla POV
"What the fuck?" I muttered under my breath.
Eros stiffened beside me and slowly turned his head.
"Yeah," a smooth, infuriating voice drawled from the doorway, thick with mockery. "What the fuck."
My heart dropped straight into my stomach.
Aiden.
Standing there like he owned the damn house. Relaxed. Dangerous. Impossibly calm. Dark eyes flicking between me and Eros like he was assessing a threat—not a person.
My eyes widened. "What?" I demanded, still trying to process why the universe clearly hated me. Why was this hot jerk here? Of all places. Of all moments.
"Cupcake," Eros said cautiously, still leaning slightly on me, "who is this?"
"A friend," I said quickly. Too quickly.
Aiden's lips curved into a slow, lethal smirk.
"Oh, that hurts," he said pleasantly. "I was hoping for something more... accurate." He stepped forward and extended a hand like this was a social gathering instead of an ambush. "Aiden. Her fiancé."
Silence detonated in the room.
"No!" I blurted out, horror flooding my chest. "You are absolutely not."
He clicked his tongue, mock disappointment etched into his face. "Baby girl, don't tell me you forgot my very heartfelt, extremely romantic proposal." He gently lifted my hand.
I froze.
My breath caught as my eyes dropped to my finger.
A ring.
Elegant. Expensive. Undeniably real.
I gasped. "What—when—how did I not see this?!"
"Priscilla," Eros asked slowly, his voice tight now, controlled, "is this some kind of joke?"
"I think so," I said weakly, though my stomach twisted with dread.
I turned sharply to Aiden, my confusion morphing into anger.
He was already inside.
Too close.
He didn't ask permission. He never did.
His hand caught my waist and pulled me against him with ease, my protest dying before it could form. My body reacted traitorously, fitting against his like it remembered something my mind refused to.
Heat flared low in my spine.
"You look lovely, baby girl," he murmured near my ear, breath warm, intimate. Then—soft, possessive—a kiss pressed to my forehead.
My eyes slid shut before I could stop myself.
I hated that.
I hated him.
I hated that my heart betrayed me.
Then his body shifted—subtle but unmistakably territorial—as he looked past me.
"And who," Aiden asked coolly, voice turning razor-sharp, "is this?"
"I'm her closest friend," Eros replied, his tone hardening, jaw clenched.
Aiden laughed quietly.
"Friend?" he repeated, amusement laced with warning.
The air went taut.
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Challenging King Aiden |✔|
Fantasy"Why? Why me?" I said. Why is it my fate that has to be upside down? "You should be happy. Every women will die to be in your place." The jerk in front of me said, smirking. "Well, I am not every women." I snapped. I should never looked at him. "I w...
