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m off the phone, I walk to my door and strain to listen, but the shouting has stopped.
I need to pee. I listen at my door for a minute and hearing nothing, decide to creep out of my room quietly. But I see, from the corner of my eye into the living area. He’s sitting there at the bar, still in his suit, with his forearms resting on his knees and his head down. She’s standing next to him, now dressed in regular clothes. Designer dress, actually. And her hand goes to his cheek. He shrugs her off and she looks wounded. She spots me. I rush across the hall into the bathroom.
I stay in there way longer than I need to, hoping to avoid another sighting of them. And then, thinking they may be waiting for me to come out so that I don’t interrupt them again, I try to zip back into the bedroom. Thankfully, the pocket doors are closed when I come out, so I can slip back into my room without invading privacy.
16
AIDEN
Coming home and finding Sienna Greer in my apartment does not thrill me. Not remotely. Coming home to her dressed in my shirt thrills me even less. Because she’s not only standing there dressed like that, but she’s demanding answers about my roommate.
I’ve been purposely suggestive about Carly. And Sienna doesn’t like it one bit.
It was one thing, seeing her in my parent’s house when I was already in a mode of defense, but here? Walking into my apartment, expecting peace and quiet, or at the worst, some amusing tête-à-tête with my cute roommate… I was in no way prepared for this. I fuckin’ hate being caught off guard.
“Get your fuckin’ clothes back on.” I’ve already demanded to know how she got in. She’s already demanded to know who the girl that lives here is.
“We need to talk,” she tries.
“Change.”
“Aiden, come on…” she’s flushed red, embarrassed. Did she really think this would work? She used to put my shirts on after I fucked her. She knew how much I got off on that. Doing it now, though, after everything? Fucking man-eating bitch.
“I’ll repeat. What the fuck are you doing here?”
“I…” she doesn’t finish.
“It’s obvious you’re here to ride my cock, Sienna, but it isn’t happening. So, forget thinkin’ you can ask me about my roommate, about anything. I owe you nothing and you’ll get even less. Gimme the key to the apartment, change out of my shirt, and be on your way.”
She already admitted she got the key from my mother.
“Your mother was at the house the other day when I got home and told me she wanted to talk to me about you. I told her I can’t stop thinking about you and she was so happy. She happened to have a key and she handed it to me. She told me you miss me, too.” She shrugged as she said this.
“She lied. I do not talk to my mother about you. I don’t even fuckin’ think about you, bitch.”
Why Audra has a spare, I don’t know. She probably made some stupid excuse to my father’s admin and is now trying to use Sienna to get to me since shit with Bella backfired. How Sienna got past the security desk, I also don’t know, but plan to make my displeasure known.
Sienna was my first girlfriend. Fourteen years old and we were one another’s firsts. It burnt out after a few months, but we started up again a few years ago and it was serious there for a while. Very serious. Until she proved that she’s a typical faithless rich bitch with an agenda.
“I…”
“Change outta my fucking shirt or I’ll throw you out wearin’ it if need be.”
She has the grace to look contrite, though I know it’s an act, then she moves to the powder room by the terrace door.
I need a drink. There’s a bottle of bourbon on the counter, a drink poured. Sienna brought it and poured it, no doubt. I ain’t drinking from the glass she poured, do not trust that bitch not to roofie me and steal my sperm or some shit, so I pour a fresh glass and dump the one sitting there.
I light a cigarette.
She’s back, wearing a red body-hugging dress that’s low cut in the back. Another game. She knows I’ve got a thing for back cleavage.
No woman since her has gotten more insight than necessary about me. Women don’t need to know my favorite color on them, that I dig back cleavage and sky-high sexy shoes. That I get off on them wearing my clothes after we fuck.
“Thought you could come in here and get a rise outta me by wearin’ my shirt like the good ole days. Those days’re done, bitch. Now, fuckin’ go.” I’m yelling.
“Listen for a minute!” she yells back.
“Sienna…” I growl.
