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In fact, only Dan, Xander, Ronan, and Cole cheer. Aiden leans against the wall with his ankles crossed and a bored expression written all over his face as he scrolls through his phone.
Last year, I thought Aiden could be mildly psychopathic, but now, I’m almost sure he has clinical antisocial disorder.
Nothing holds any value to him.
The only time I see him lose the bored expression is when he’s around a certain Ice Princess.
“Oh, shit!” Dan exclaims with astonishment. “Does this make me the maid of honour?”
I laugh, the sound carefree and happy. “Sure does, Bug.”
Dad walks out the front door, wearing a proud smile. Jonathan stands by his side, staring between his son and his nephew.
Sometimes, I think he wants Aiden to be more like Levi. At other times, it seems the exact opposite.
I wouldn’t call Dad and Jonathan friends, but they tolerate each other enough to visit one another’s homes when we invite them.
“I’m happy,” I whisper to Levi. “Thank you for existing, my king.”
He smiles. “Thank you for being mine, Princess.”
And then he’s kissing me again.
2
Aiden
Age Eighteen
Negative energy hums under the surface. It mounts and soars with every second. The loud music and drunk people at Astor’s place aren’t helping.
Knight passes me a joint, but I shake my head.
Fuck this shit.
I’m pissed off.
And I know exactly why I’m pissed off.
Tonight was a semi-final game and Elsa came to watch and stayed through the entire thing. Yes, she finally came to one of my games. This time, it was for me and not for some other fucker.
To top it off, she wore my T-shirt. Number eleven, King. I had to stop myself from flying off to the stairs, remove that shirt and fuck her on the spot.
All the annoying people present put a halt to my fantasy.
Instead, I gave it my all during the game. I might have scored two goals to see that spark in her blue eyes.
Unlike common belief, I’m a giver. I just take more than I give.
Now, back to tonight’s actual problem. Elsa and I were supposed to go to the Meet Up where I could worship her body all night.
I had plans that started with her moaning and ended with her screaming my name.
See? A giver.
Last minute, Elsa decided she wants to come to Astor’s fucking party. I told him to cancel it, but the twat disappeared somewhere to drink and fuck — probably at the same time.
I’m stuck here with a grumpy Knight who’s been smoking more weed than a hippie and groaning like a divorced old man thinking about pensions.
