Page 23 of Twisted (Never After)
Aidan looks back at me, his brows rising. “And you’re willing to help…just like that?” He snaps his fingers.
Smiling, I move farther into the room, taking my time as I walk, my dress shoes clicking on the wood floor. I don’t close the door behind me, just to see if either of them notice and say something about keeping this a private matter.
They don’t.
I glance to Aidan, nodding toward the door. “You might want to close that.”
His eyes widen as he rushes to it, slamming it shut and turning the lock before jogging back to Yasmin, who’s standing in front of the small twin bed, and wrapping his long, lanky arms around her.
“I’m willing to help, but I’ll admit it’s not for selfless reasons.” I brush a small piece of lint from my suit jacket’s sleeve.
Yasmin snorts. “Who would ever thinkyouwere selfless?”
Her eyes flick to the small twin bed, just for a moment, as if she’s remembering the last time I saw her here. And that makesmethink of it, my cock twitching at the memory.
“I can be extraordinarily giving, gattina. Maybe one day you’ll be lucky enough to experience it.” I grin at her. “But in this case at least, you’re right. Let’s consider this a business deal.”
Aidan perks up, his spine straightening like a dog with the promise of a treat. “Business deal?”
I nod, looking around the cramped room before meeting his gaze. “I assume you have higher aspirations than…this? Working alongside your mother can’t be good for your ego.”
Yasmin makes a noise, but I keep my eyes on Aidan. Body language gives away secrets mouths won’t say, and right now Aidan’s body is leaning forward, his attention rapt and his eyes gleaming.
And I know hunger for power when I see it.
“My ego is fine,” Aidan replies.
Lie.
He reaches out, grasping Yasmin’s hand in his.
“But I love her,” he continues. “I’ll do anything to be the one to marry her.”
Yasmin stares up at him with stars in her eyes, leaning into his side with a soft smile.
I don’t miss the way he doesn’t lean intoher.
“And if you needed to disappear for a while in order for that to happen?” I ask, tilting my head.
“What?” Yasmin gasps. “You never said anything about him leaving.”
Aidan looks over at her, dragging her even closer and pressing his lips to her forehead. His jaw tenses before he meets my stare again. “Like I said, I’ll doanything.”
I nod, slipping my hands in my pockets, envy swirling through my middle. I’m not sure why I’m suddenly experiencing the emotion, but I assume it’s because I’ve never known what it’s like to have someone willing to put you first.
To choose you over everybody else.
Clearing my throat, I crack my neck and brush off the feeling. I wasn’t sure how this would go, but having him so agreeable will only work in my favor. The easier it is to get him under my thumb, the faster he’ll be out of my way when it comes to Yasmin. “Then you’ll come and work for me.”
“Can we be serious for a second?” Yasmin cuts in again. “This ismylife we’re all talking about, and— ”
“Princess, shush.” Aidan’s voice is sharp.
My brows lift as I glance to Yasmin, ready to see that fire she brings so readily for me, sure it’s about to explode from her pores at being hushed like a child throwing a tantrum. But instead of that rambunctious flame, there’s nothing. Just her biting down on the corner of her bottom lip and moving her gaze to the ground like a docile pet that’s been brought to heel.
The same way she does around her father.
“There’s something her father wants,” I say.
