“Pumpkin?” Uncle’s voice sounds bemused as he appears at the threshold. “A friend came for you.”
“A friend?” Did Kim change her mind?
But then again, Uncle Jaxon doesn’t call Kim a ‘friend’.
My friend appears and I choke on the orange juice.
Aiden fucking King is standing in our dining room.
Chapter Twelve
I don’t believe in extraterrestrial beings but at the moment, I would rather have an alien standing in my dining room instead of Aiden fucking King.
I’m too stunned to react. The toast is suspended mid-air with my jaw almost dropping to the floor.
Aiden saunters to the middle of my dining room with confident, nonchalant steps.
People feel awkward — or at least reserved — when entering a place for the first time.
Not Aiden.
His gleaming eyes fix mine with so much ease like all this is an everyday occurrence.
The school’s jacket stretches over his defined shoulder muscles giving him an older edge than his eighteen years. His inky hair is slicked back to perfection and he’s even wearing the tie, today. His pressed trousers and elegant, designer shoes complete his shiny appearance.
Aiden only looked this way at the end of the year ceremony when he had to give speeches. He doesn’t dress to impress, but today, he most definitely is.
It’s a subtle reminder that he’s not only a student at RES but also the future heir of the school.
He’s not only Aiden, but he’s also Aiden King.
The air turns stuffier and tighter with his presence.
I’m shocked, Uncle appears confused and Aunt grips the glass of orange juice so tight, her knuckles turn white. She stares at Aiden as if she’s seeing a ghost.
Uncle clears his throat. “I didn’t know Elsa had other friends aside from Kim.”
Way to go, Uncle. Might as well tell him that this family exists because their biggest contractor is King Enterprises.
Aiden pouts — the bastard actually pouts — and stalks towards me. “I’m hurt, sweetheart. I didn’t know you were hiding me from your parents.”
In a few subtle words, he made Aunt and Uncle believe we’re in a relationship. He said it so casually, no one would peg him as a liar.
Those aliens might as well kidnap me in their spaceships and throw me on their planets.
Uncle’s brows furrow and Aunt stares at me hard. Something twists in my chest. It feels as if I betrayed her.
“It’s not like that,” I whisper past the lump in my throat, but Aunt doesn’t seem to be hearing me.
“You didn’t tell us you knew Aiden, pumpkin,” Uncle says in a more cheerful tone.
“It’s my fault.” Aiden faces my uncle with the most sincere, solemn expression I have seen on him. Even his accent becomes posher. “Due to your company’s contract with my father’s company, Elsa was worried about implicating our parents. I respect her wishes, but I also want to show her off as my girl.”
Elsa?
My girl?
Am I in a freaking nightmare right now?