It’s then I notice that possessive streak. I don’t know if he overhead, but he seems more concerned about Levi more than anything.
“The usual. Arsenal and football.” I try to tease. “I can see who’s the talker in the family.”
“Elsa,” he growls in my ear. “Don’t push me. You know I go fucking crazy at the thought of you with another man.”
“Levi included?”
“Every last fucking one of them.”
He’s incurable.
And because I don’t want to antagonise him more, I say, “Levi might be the talker in the family, but he’s not the king on my board.”
A charming smile tilts his lips, and I find myself staring at it longer than needed.
He threads his fingers in mine. “Good save.”
We walk down the hall when I ask, “Where did you go this morning?”
“To buy gluten-free grocery.” He grunts. “Let’s get this breakfast over with so they’ll leave.”
“Why do you not want me around them?”
“I don’t want you around anyone, sweetheart.” He chances a brief glance at me. “Especially my family.”
But why?
What’s so wrong with his family?
Levi was on the verge of saying that maybe it’s not only Alicia’s death that caused Aiden’s change.
If it’s not his mother, then what made him who he is today?
21
Elsa
Ten days pass.
Day after day, Aiden only tells me mundane things from his ‘story’ and never
jumps to what I want to know.
Day after day, I expect him to tell me the grand finale.
I should’ve known better.
He’s still pissed off that I put a limit on sex.
Not only is he pissed off, but he also manipulates his way into touching me every chance he gets.
The other day, he said, “Those two friends had a bet.”
One sentence. That’s it.
Then he fucked me against the wall in the locker room.
When I tried to argue, he said that my condition was ‘If you tell me a tidbit, you get to fuck me.’ I never specified how long the tidbit needs to be.