Sophie’s pov

I stumble out of his hold. Well I try to.

Aiden’s grip on me is so tight that I don’t really move much.

It’s not tight to be brutal but tight to be considered firm.

He’s glaring down at me, his gaze asking me silently for answers.

My tongue is knotted, a lump hard in my throat. I can’t swallow it because it feels painful.

There’s a throb in my chest that I want to rub away but can’t even lift my hand to grab my chest, far less soothe the pain of my heart.

I don’t want the ground to open up and swallow me whole, because I think I deserve to feel the feeling of humiliation and pain.

Why?

Because I did this to myself for not trusting Aiden enough to handle things on his own.

I opened my mouth, my eyes teary and fogging up the image of him.

He’s asking me for answers.

He’s fucking begging me to answer them.

But I am mute.

I have lost my voice.

“You better-” He takes in a huge lungful of air and breathed it out. “You better have a fucking good explanation for this.” He grips the phone brutally, gritting his teeth.

“Aiden-

A ting comes from his phone again, drawing his attention away from

He looks down at the screen, and I have never seen him so furious

before. His eyes were so dark yet fogged with a storm that I squirmed and let out a tiny barely noticeable yelp.

“I’m going to kill this fucker.” He roared, catching every police officer’s attention.

My eyes widen and I quickly stopped him by pressing my palm to his chest. His eyes snapped down to mine and I shook my head.

Aiden.” I finally cracked through my lips and looked at the

I smiled reassuringly to

right back to work, completely ignoring

wrong. I know exactly what I’m saying.” His voice is

bury

I swallowed hard.

I stopped when he wrenches himself away from

straight to my heart

down my cheek.

when you

looked around

think you two should talk this out in private.” Suddenly

grits his teeth.

“Fine.”

hand and practically drags

reporters outside wasted no time bombarding him with questions but Aiden

roared, pushing

stumbling back and crashing

My eyes widen.

Oh, he’s mad.

He’s really mad.

looking back at

the door.

didn’t have to push her like that.” I

his eyes wrinkling at

which made Mitch grow wary

grunted and turned his attention back on

he

I squirm:

“Sophie,” He growled.

“I-

and

eyes turned

touch you. Kiss you.” He

looked at us in concern, eyeing me through

he lift his hand to grip my chin. “Did I not tell

kiss him back! I tried to push

“Tried?” He rolled that word off his

to you. I went over there

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