Page 7 of Aiden

Ian stands before me within a few strides. He smells like her and pungent alcohol. I stamp down the sudden wave of nausea. The emotions coursing through me are overwhelming.

“I have been nothing but good to you! But then I come here tonight to find you in bed with some skank?” I bellow out my desperation and betrayal.

In one quick movement, I slap him across the face. The sharp crack echoes in the now quiet night. A wave of satisfaction washes over me when I see the red bloom on his skin. I want him to feel a fraction of the humiliation I feel. Plus, I know how much he hates it when he’s embarrassed.

With one menacing step, he closes the gap between us. I move to take a step back, but his large hands grip my shoulder tightly, a dark look forms in his eyes. I’ve never seen this side of Ian before. I try to squirm out of his grip, but I’m stuck.

“How dare you embarrass me in front of all these people.” Ian spits out.

My head lowers slightly, momentarily regretting my hasty act. But when I close my eyes, all I see is him on top of her, their moans echoing in my ears. Rage rushes through me and I lift my hand subconsciously.

With a growl, Ian grabs my wrist so hard a gasp escapes my lips.

“Don’t even fucking think about it.” A deep voice demands from behind me, and I begin to worry I pissed off one of his stupid frat brothers.

“Fuck off, dude. This is none of your business.” Ian glares down, or should I say up, at the speaker.

An odd sense of relief fills me as I turn to see Aiden quickly making his way over.

“Take your hands off her,” Aiden growls darkly as he steps next to me.

A deep chuckle escapes Ian’s lips.

I frown. I think I’ve pushed him to his breaking point.

“Fuck it. She can’t be that mad. I’ve been trying to fuck her for the past three months and she just won’t give it up.” Ian admits.

I gasp as he forcefully throws my wrist down, releasing me.

“What? But you…” I choke back my tears.What is he talking about?

Aiden steps between us, gently nudging my body back. He leans towards me and coaxes in a soft voice, “Go, Emma. Be a good girl. Get in my car,” before slipping the keys in my trembling hands.

Unmoving and in shock, I simply stare at his car, tears brimming in my eyes.

Ian lets out a careless, drunken laugh. “I didn’t know you were coming tonight. This really isn’t my fault.”

I shake my head. I don’t know who this stranger is. He’s oozing typical frat boy behavior, something he claimed to detest.

Aiden sighs and turns his attention towards Ian, pinning him with dark eyes. “I warned you just now. Leave her alone.”

I take comfort in the deep growl of his voice towards my boyfriend.No, my ex.

“Why did you give her your keys? Who are you?” Ian’s eyes narrow in anger.

A smirk plays on Aiden’s face, his tone oozing boredom towards Ian. “I don’t see why that’s any of your business.” Aiden’s presence alone should make someone like Ian back down immediately, but he’s drunk and not thinking things through.

Ian takes note of the crowd; his frat brothers, and the girls I thought were my friends are staring in shock. After what happened, I am still surprised by Ian’s cocky demeanor.

“Honestly, I don’t care.” He laughs. “Maybe she’ll give it up to you. Good luck with tha–”

Aiden’s knuckles connect with Ian’s jaw, cutting him off.

I watch in awe as Ian lands flat on the ground, his eyes slightly open, and turns to spit out blood. He smirks arrogantly up at Aiden and I realize it’s a stupid decision, as Aiden violently jumps on top of him and begins to bash his face into the damp grass. His muscles flex with every rapid movement, threatening to rip his fitted white T-shirt.

“Aiden, please stop. Please!” I plead through muffled sobs.

A deep rage swirls in his green eyes when Aiden looks back at me.

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