Aiden keeps a hand on the steering wheel and the other fists on the armrest between us, but he’s not touching me.
Screw him. He’s not the only one mad right now.
After a few more moments, I contemplate breaking the silence. Finding no words, I remain quiet until the car stops in front of my house.
“Thanks.” I grab the door handle.
He continues staring ahead without acknowledging me.
Enough, dammit.
I drop my hand to my lap and face him. “What are you being so mad about?”
No answer.
“So it’s the silent treatment now?”
“Go inside before I kidnap and fuck you into oblivion.”
My pulse quickens at the image, and my skin turns hot and cold. I wish it was from horror, but it’s from damn excitement.
Something is wired wrong inside of me.
Aiden’s dirty words ruined me.
When I don’t move, he tilts his head to the side. A sadistic smirk lifting his lips. “Or would you like that, sweetheart?”
A knock sounds on the window. I startle out of my stupor.
Aiden straightens, releasing the steering wheel.
I perk up when I see the one waiting outside the window.
Dad.
What was I thinking about bringing Aiden over? Oh, wait. I wasn’t exactly thinking at the time.
I roll down the window. “Hey, Dad.”
“Hey, Princess.” He smiles. “Come inside.”
I move to open the door.
Dad peers through the window and his smile drops. “You, too, Aiden.”
Shit.
20
Aiden
Ethan Steel is a big man.
Where Jonathan is lean, he’s broad. Granted, he’s not as big as I remember him from when I was a kid, but that’s due to the fact that I grew up not him becoming smaller.
If anything, his strong bone structure is as tall and arrogant as in the past, as if he wasn’t in a coma at all.
He sits behind his mahogany desk, watching me with hawk eyes.