The hell ruler.
The black king.
You’d think the summer would somehow erase him from my consciousness and nightmares.
It didn’t.
Aiden is the only one sitting. His legs stretch in front of him, crossed at the ankles. His fingers are interlaced across his stomach making him appear every bit the King his last name suggests
A ruler on his throne.
A devil in his hell.
Over the summer, I thankfully hadn’t seen him, he’s bulked up — due to the football camp, no doubt. His uniform’s jacket stretches over well-defined shoulders. The dark blue trousers tighten around his muscular thighs and even his legs have become taller. I’m sure the coach would be so proud of his star player wanker.
His dark hair is between being tousled and slicked. Under the dim classroom light, his dark grey eyes appear black. Everything about him is.
Black mind.
Black heart.
Black soul.
I should’ve listened to Kim that day when she said those little bastards owned the school. Their parents are the biggest shareholders. Everyone in RES, including some teachers, fall to their knees for them.
All of them are sons of ministers or lords.
All except for Aiden.
His father owns those ministers and the rest of the UK’s politicians.
Jonathan King leads the most successful conglomerate, not only in this country, but also worldwide. If he sponsors a politician, they’re sure to win.
&nbs
p; If he brings someone down, they’re sure to vanish and never return.
That’s the only reason I haven’t reported the bullying or mentioned it to Aunt and Uncle.
Quinn Engineering is a small fish and their contract with a subsidiary of King Enterprises is the reason they’re flourishing. Losing their company would devastate them.
If I stir up any trouble with Aiden, I have no idea what the devil will do. After all, he’s the heir to his father’s kingdom.
Aunt and Uncle saved me ten years ago, and I’d rather die than hurt them in any way.
Ronan notices us first. He’s the typical teenage boy with messy brown hair and eyes. All he cares about is partying and shagging his way through school. Kim and I are probably the only moving things with a skirt he hasn’t fucked.
That’s probably why he licks his lips suggestively while he looks us up and down. Then he stops abruptly and nudges Xander.
The latter pauses tossing the ball to Cole and freezes. Literally. His easy-going smile falls, the dimples disappear, and his demeanour changes.
Kim’s new appearance shocked him.
In his bloody face.
Aiden’s eyes are on me. The murderous energy is in the air without me having to look at him.
Xander stares at Kim with contempt. “What have you done, Berly?”