Aiden?
Turning my head, I frown at the stranger in front of me.
He’s handsome, blonde and lean. Free of tattoos and endless emerald stares, my mind adds on. Aiden is so out of my reach yet I’m not sure why he’s so embedded in my mind. Taking my time to observe the man, I admire his clean cut. He’s wearing a pressed blue polo, his eyes a matching bright blue.
“Hey, beautiful,” He murmurs into my ear.
I hit myself mentally when a bubble of giggles escapes when his breath tickles my neck.
“Hi,” I mutter.
“Wanna dance?”
I nod absentmindedly. I wonder why I even bothered. He’s already begun moving my hips with his hands. Would Aiden care? But then again, why would he?
I laugh at the thought of Aiden being interested in me. Shoving all thoughts away, I sway to the music as the bass rumbles through me.
Aiden
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I had to take a lap around the club, with how mad Emma’s dancing is driving me.
I don’t know why I’m so interested in the girl. She’s young, but she seems so bright, and she’s gorgeous. Maybe if I just fu…I shake my head. No, she needs to stay far away from me.
From the first moment I saw her, I haven’t been able to keep her out of my mind. It was when she danced into the kitchen, carefree and whistling an upbeat tune that would normally make me cringe, but instead I admired her honey eyes as they widened at the sight of me.
Then it was how heartbroken she was after Ian, don’t get me wrong I feel for her but the fact that I was jealous of her sulking about some idiot who doesn’t deserve her freaked me out.
This isn’t me. When I fuck around with a girl, it’s normally for one night and I’m gone by morning, if not before. I haven’t even touched this girl properly and she’s invading my mind.
I’ve seen the way Emma looks at me. I know she’s interested but I need to get away from her. She’s a virgin; I’m not the guy who deserves to take that from her. But why does it bother me when I think about someone else touching her?
In quick strides, I battle with my heavy boots to make their exit.
Find someone else, Aiden, anyone else except her.
I make my way to the opposite end of the bar and consider ordering a beer, but I’m driving the girls tonight, so I need to relax on my own. I sit on the worn wooden bar stool, scanning the crowd for her even as I tell myself I should stop looking for her. Maybe I can find a girl to dip my cock into, to get my mind off Emma and that short black dre–
My thoughts come to a screeching halt when I see her standing alone. Ashley left her. I scan the crowd and find her dancing with some random dude. Doesn’t she have a boyfriend? Why would she leave Emma alone? The thought infuriates me.
I watch as Emma’s facial expression falls as she looks at Ashley and walks off the dance floor. Rising to my feet, I think about making my way to her. But I don’t need to comfort her, I don’t need to bother her. I want to, but I don’t want to give her the wrong idea.
Not that I don’t want to fuck her brains out and have her screaming my name until the sun rises. I have respect for the sweet girl and don’t want to drag her into my bullshit.
Ashley is always talking about how amazing her roommate is and how happy she is to have a best friend she can trust. I don’t want to hurt Emma and have Ashley mad at me. Hell, I’ve known her for a week, and I don’t want to hurt her because she is so sweet and innocent.
Pure. That’s the word I should be using to describe this girl. Even when she was humiliated by that fucking idiot, she felt a need to protect him, throwing herself over him only to be pushed away. An admirable trait if only she could find someone worthy of that level of loyalty.
The week has been interesting. My life usually consists of early mornings, business meetings, and locking down deals. I’m always on high guard, with the clients I work with dangerous things can happen in an instant. It’s a nice change of pace to see my sister and relax, her and Emma have been a nice distraction. But I’m itching at the bit to return to the city. Money, my business, power, they await me, and they never disappoint.
A random guy grabs her waist and I jump to my feet, striding towards them without a second thought. As I get closer, I see her looking up at him and his ugly fucking polo shirt.
Why the fuck is she giggling at him? What did he say to her?
What am I even doing?They live here. This place is slap packed with college students. Maybe he’s her friend. An old fling? No, that isn’t her.
She grinds against him, and I can’t stand the fucking sight of his grimy hands on her. I close the gap between us and grab the preppy idiot’s shoulder firmly. He looks up at me with wide eyes. That’s how most people react to me. Not Emma though, she hasn’t judged me even once. But then again, most girls don’t.
He stops moving as does Emma.
She turns around and her plump lips curl into a smile when she looks my way.
Is she trying to get a reaction out of me?
“Take your hands off my girl,” I growl.
Emilia
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I can’t make out what Aiden said to the guy, but he releases me instantly. His irritated scowl and narrowed eyes follow as the stranger moves out of sight.
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