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I knew better than to get on his nerves when he was that

irritated.

At least I’m relieved I wasn’t the cause of his anger this time. If I was, then why would he want to have lunch with me?

When Mitch drives away onto the main road, Aiden’s eyes suddenly fall to my knees.

His eyes stare hard on my fingers clutching the tissue to my knees.

His brows knot into a frown.

“What’s wrong with your knee?” He questioned.

“Nothing, just a scratch. Seriously I’m okay.” I assured him. when his eyes deepened with raw concern.

Suddenly his hand is on the hand I had on my knee and he pries it away to get a better look at my knee.

“It’s still bleeding.” He grumbles, almost as if mad that I got a scratch.

“It’s fine.” I murmured.

He shook his head and in a rapid move had my leg on his lap. He didn’t even care that I had heels on and could poten- tially ruin his expensive pants.

“Aiden!” I gasped.

“Shut up.” He grumbles, tearing a piece of tissue and swatting my hand away from my knee.

“Mitch take us to the nearest store to get some bandaids and rubbing alcohol,” Aiden demanded.

“Yes sir,” Mitch said and swang on another road.

I shook my head. “You really didn’t have to Aiden. It’s not a big deal. The scratch isn’t even bleeding much-

too much Sophie.

Aiden grumbles and

arms, annoyed as hell know- ing he wouldn’t let up. There was no way I’d win this so it would be

who actually goes inside the store. He ordered

little scratch had made me

and watch him

I said, glaring at the store he disappeared inside

me to tell him to buy them for me. And seeing as he would perhaps make a

can survive

going

still were. I fear he’d think I was too ‘in- jured’ to have

chuckles lightly. “I don’t know Miss. Mr. Xavier has never cared for another woman

had

to crack those walls around your heart. You

the best so I took three different brands,” Aiden said as

into the car.

door and shift through the stuff he bought. He takes out a small bag of cotton balls

did buy three rubbing alcohol

the man behind me said all worked the same. Didn’t know who to

a tiny scratch. “You honestly didn’t have to buy the alcohol Aiden. A ban- dage would’ve

bandage….my scratch was so tiny that having a bandage would

he would debate with

the bandage,” He grumbles while shifting through the

Dora The Explora

“They were the only ones

face. Somehow I don’t believe a single word he just

for my leg again

managed to open my legs so vast that I

ear- lier

poured the alcohol on the cotton ball and then dabbed the wet ball on

it hurt like a bitch

alcohol touched it.

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