"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 face is unhappily set as I walk by Summer's side into the dining room. I keep my arms down by my sides and fidget with the cotton material on my dress. I hate this dress. But I don't have anything else presentable.
We part ways, Summer takes her usual seat between Ashton and Parker, I assume and I walk towards mine without once looking up, that is until the scent enveloping my senses wakes my curiosity up. I look to my side without thinking and awkwardly lock eyes with Aiden's. This guy is everywhere. He averts his gaze and I do the same.
"Ciao, piccola, come stai?" My supposed father asks in Italian and luckily he asked the only things I would understand. "Good." I speak dryly. This steak in front of me looks really good. I bet it would taste better with ketchup. Everything tastes better with ketchup. Not every ketchup though, it's got to be Heinz. I really need to stop my mind from drifting off. (Hello, little one, how are you?)
"Guarda le persone quando ti parlano." snaps angrily. (Look at the person whos talking to you.)
"He said to look at him." Hunter whispers in my ear. Is the dude for real? I need to stop using that word. I look at Flavio.
"Much better, how's school?" He asks in his italian accent. Flashing me a sickeningly happy smile.
"If you were here you would know how school's going." I say under my breath. When I feel two nudges by my sides, I glare at both Hunter and Aiden-a little harder-before turning to Flavio with a smile matching his own. Happy and fake. "Good."
He gives me a nod before turning his attention to everyone at the table. "Well, let's eat." He says and everyone start eating, while I sit picking at my food with my fork, enjoyng the uncomfortable silence spread over the table and the sound of the forks and knives touching the plates. It's much better than tense conversations with him.
Aiden nudges my side and I look up, he slides the ketchup over to me and I need to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling. What is wrong with me? The dude made me cheat on my boyfriend. Enough with that word.
I can't help the anxious bouncing my leg does as I squish ketchup on my plate. I probably won't even eat it. Drawing patterns with my fork on the red sauce, like a four year old, I jump slightly when a warm hand grabs hold of my bouncing leg. Looking over at Hunter he sits to my right, so the only other person beside me-i look at Aiden who seems unbothered as he cuts his steak with one hand.
As if feeling my eyes on him, he turns around. Our eyes lock once again. Goosebumps erupt all over me under his stare and my stomach starts doing the crazy things it did the night before
