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“Did I hear something about a lawsuit?” Ronan lunges at Aiden from behind in a bro-hug that the latter tries to escape. Ronan is like an octopus, though – the type that never lets go of their victim.
“Knight’s dick is filing a lawsuit in search of his balls.” Aiden’s expression remains neutral as he says that.
I narrow my eyes on him as Ronan laughs, then stops. “But why are they searching for them? Wait a second, mon ami. Did one of the girls give you something? I told you to wrap it.”
Aiden smirks. “Oh, I’m sure he did.”
“Fuck off, King.”
“What? What happened just now?” Ronan stares between me and Aiden. “You’re hiding something from me again, aren’t you? I swear I’m the one who’ll be filing a lawsuit for neglect at the supreme court of friendship.”
“That doesn’t exist,” I say.
“Friends?” Aiden searches around him. “Who?”
As if someone pushed Ronan’s buttons, he launches into a long monologue about how he’s always left out and that we’re triggering his abandonment issues – the same speech he uses to lure in girls and have them suck his dick to ‘loosen him up’. Girls always fall for the vulnerable act he pulls off so well.
Out of the four of us, Ronan gets the most pussy, but not the best, because he’s like a fucking bus. Anyone is welcome.
Also, he’s fine with sloppy seconds or thirds or even one hundredths.
Told you, he’s a fucking bus.
As he talks, I’m tempted to punch him in that aristocratic nose he’s so proud of, break it and watch blood ooze from it. He wouldn’t be able to defend himself either, because he doesn’t know how to punch, and he hasn’t been in underground fights as I have. Aiden wouldn’t save him either, because he simply doesn’t care.
Two reasons stop me from taking action. One, we’re in Elsa’s father's house, and both Ro and I would be murdered by our fathers for starting shit in Ethan Steel’s house; he’s like a new emperor around here.
Two, and most importantly, if I hit him, the reason behind it will be as clear as day.
No matter what he does, it won’t get to me.
I’ve already formed a thick armour around me and no one will get through it, not even Ronan’s deliberate antagonising and his staged selfies.
And I know they’re staged, bec
ause as much as Ronan acts like a clueless little shit, he’s in fact a fucking fox. Why do you think he pretends to be supportive to girls? It’s his sure way into their knickers.
Still, I hit his side harder than I should.
“Ow!” He clutches it. “What the fuck was that for?”
“To shut you the hell up. What are you doing here anyway?”
“I come to visit Ellie all the time.”
“Elsa,” Aiden grits out.
“Ellie is better, la ferme, King." He watches me up and down. “What are you doing here? I heard you drove my Kimmy.”
Aiden’s focus turns on me as if he’s waiting for me to say something similar to what he’s just said.
That she’s Kimberly, not Kimmy.
And she’s not his and never will be. Not now, not fucking ever.
But I don’t say that. I have no right to fucking say that or anything remotely similar. Besides, Ronan is like a dog searching for a bone, the moment I give him a reaction, he’ll latch on it and chew me out.
Not in this life, arsehole. Fuck you very much in French.
