Dickhead.
Even when I thought I have any resemblance of control over the situation, he throws it out of the window. He smashes any hope I have and crushes it to bloody pieces.
But even with his mind games and tactics, I still got my say in this. If it were up to him, we’d go back to how we were before; I stay in the dark and he knows everything.
It won’t be that way anymore. Even if I have to compromise with sex.
Since that night at the Meet Up, Aiden has been fucking me rough and hard as if he’s teaching me a lesson.
I come every time.
Hell, sometimes, he tortures me like that night and exhausts my body until I can barely breathe anymore.
Is it a punishment if I crave it?
It’s fruitless to fight him in the physical department. However, I’m not going to sit there and wait for him to feed me crumbs about hypothetical friends. He didn’t even tell me their names, and while I suspect they have something to do with the mystery, I’m still not sure what is it all about.
So this time, I’m taking things into my own hands. After all, it’s not a game if he’s the only one who plays.
I’m in front of the King mansion’s grand gate.
Clutching my umbrella tight, I stand there as the rain silently soaks the pavements.
Elites have practice and the horsemen won’t be here for at least another hour. Kim has to babysit Kir so she’s not coming to watch the game tonight.
Aiden told me to be at his practice and then we’ll go together, but I refused, telling him I’ll meet him here. That made him narrow his eyes.
He still doesn’t like that I refuse to attend his games or watch him practice, but screw him.
He’s refusing to give me what I want, why should I give him what he wants?
Anyway, I never told Aiden when I’ll meet him at his place. I just ‘happened’ to come an hour earlier.
I have to investigate Aiden’s ‘story’. He’s not the type of person who goes out of his way to learn about other people. Since he knows so much about those ‘friends’, then one of them has to do with him.
He mentioned the friends turned into rivals and their games crossed the line. He mentioned that their bet shouldn’t have happened.
Aiden isn’t the type who uses words like limit and line. He doesn’t shackle himself with boundaries. In fact, he considers them a challenge and makes it his mission to destroy them.
The fact that he used those words means that the story happened when he was younger.
Before he became a monster without limits, Aiden was a kid with limits.
This is only a theory, but I think one of the friends is Jonathan. First of all, he’s a tycoon who stops at nothing to get what he wants. He didn’t build King Enterprises by being a nice person. On the contrary, he took the throne by crushing everyone in his path.
Sort of like Aiden.
It makes sense that he has some fucked up rivalry with one of his friends.
The best way to check Aiden’s story and my theory is to find something in the King mansion.
I never snooped before, but that’s because Aiden has always been there. Even when I wake up in the middle of the night, he’ll be watching me with dark, haunting eyes.
In the beginning, I thought that was because he’s just Aiden. But then again, I never saw him look at anyone the way he looks at me.
Sometimes, it’s filled with care. Other times, it’s pure terrifying hate.
Now that I know he has insomnia, I can’t begin to imagine how he spends his nights all alone in this huge place.