Page 108 of Knot your Good Girl

Also not my plan is being caught in the stadium when the game is over.

Seeing Aiden at a distance was bad enough for my broken heart. The thought of being any nearer to him, smelling his scent up close again, won’t solve anything.

Hopefully, I’ll have a sudden aversion to it. After all, I don’t understand why I smell him so vividly. I don’t understand why I’m purring because of his scent.

It’s scent compatibility and you’re still grieving the sister he wanted. Grief makes us do things differently to how we normally would.

That’s what my mother told me when she heard me sobbing one night.

I would have agreed with that two years ago, even two months ago. But I feel different. I’m at peace for the first time in years since my sister died.

I groan as the elevator doors open, and I step inside.

Abruptly, I halt when I see Aiden leaning against the back wall, staring at me as he taps his fingers on the safety bar.

He’s wearing a tailored, three-piece navy suit which perfectly shows the muscles I know he hides day-to-day. He is also wearing a dark gaze that I should run from, but I don’t.

My legs are shaky, but lured by his intoxicating scent, I step inside with him.

His dilated eyes don’t leave my face. “You never went to Europe.”

“I did, but I never went for as long as I planned,” I reply, holding his gaze for a moment before I turn my back.

I can’t do this.

“Now be a good fucking girl and turn around and talk to me.” My core clenches at his dominating tone.

“Don’t you good girl me,” I hiss as I turn around, pointing my index finger at him. “I’m notyourgood girl any longer. Our deal is over.”

Aiden shows me his teeth before he presses his foot against the wall, pushing off and striding toward me.

My eyes widen. I suck back a breath as step by step he eliminates the space between us and I’m stuck to the spot like frightened prey.

He presses his hands against the metal wall on either side of my head. His nostrils flare as he lowers his face until we are eye-to-eye. “You’re forgetting something.”

The air in my lungs releases in an exasperated breath. I push my shoulders back, acting more confident than I feel. “And that is?”

His eyes darken as he listens to my sassy tone. But it’s when his throat ripples that I know he’s going to say something he’s never said before. He pauses for a moment, his eyes on mine. The air seems to disappear as he steals my ability to breathe. “You’re mine.”

You’re mine.

My mouth opens on a gasp as the two words cause a rush of wetness between my thighs.

His mouth touches my ear. “You are mine... forever,“ he says slowly, his warm, breath ghosts over my neck, leaving a wake of goosebumps down my arms. “Now tell me, where the fuck have you been?”

Priceless!

My chest heaves as I try to find the courage to tell him to fuck off. I plant my hands on my hips, push my shoulders back, and try to look far more defiant than I feel.

His eyes roam to my tits, downward and back up to my face. He makes me feel naked under his gaze, but I’m not giving into his scent or his stares, only to be let down again. “Here. In Los Angeles. My new home.”

“You’re not living here,” he growls.

“I think you’ll find my resignation letter has already been accepted. And my room in my apartment is vacant.”

“No fucking way,” he groans, then sighs, as though he has suddenly realized I’m not playing games. “Tell me what I can do to get you back.”

To my job?

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