She doesn’t flinch. “Shopping,” She states in an obvious tone. She pulls out the black card from her wallet and dangles it. “It’s Aiden’s.”
I shake my head. “You can use it, but I’m not.”
“He said you would say that.” She laughs. “I promise he gave me this card specifically for us to get something nice to wear tonight,” She assures.
I relax a little. I don’t want to spend his money, but if he insists.... Plus, I’ll wear it all the time.
“He knows we’re going clubbing?” I’m a little disappointed he doesn’t care if I party without him. I kind of like his jealous side.
“Not exactly...”
I roll my eyes, waiting for her to elaborate.
“He may have specifically told me we aren’t allowed to go “out-out”, so I may have told him we’re going out for a really nice dinner. Which we are! He made the reservations, but after that...we’re going out!” She grins and shrugs. “What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”
I’m already thinking of a million ways to cancel tonight.
“His driver is taking us to dinner, but we will just get out of that.” Her grin is mischievous.
After hours of shopping, we stuff our bags into her backseat and make our way back to the apartment. I spy the guard from last night talking to a woman I don’t recognize; her scarlet hair is perfectly curled as it lays against her crisp and skintight white dress. The dress is short, more suited for a night out. She huffs as she makes her way towards the exit.
Ashley hands me her bags and runs off. “I can’t wait until we get up to the room. I have to pee now!”
I catch the lady’s ramblings as she hurries past me. “I’ll just fucking call Aiden myself.”
I grab her elbow instinctively, surprising myself. “Aiden?”
She stops, tilting her head to the side as she studies me. She raises her brow, a fake white smile plastered on her face. “Yeah, you know him?”
“Yeah.” I frown. “Why do you want to talk to him?” I ask in a venomous tone, my cheeks burning as jealousy floods through me. She could be a business associate or something, I need to calm down.
She crosses her thin arms over her chest and looks down at me. “He was supposed to have me over last night, but he never called.” She pouts. “Be a doll and tell him to call me. My name’s Rebecca.” Smiling, she turns on her heels and heads for the door. Her brilliant red hair bounces as she exits, the color matching my mood.
Anger boils deep inside of me. She was supposed to stay the night with him. How much betrayal can I handle? What’s worse now is that we shared the most intimate moment of my life. No one has ever seen me the way Aiden did last night. But he’s seen plenty of girls, who spread for him probably nightly. How am I special? I’m not.
I try to hide my anger when Ashley returns. The guard escorts us onto the elevator. I straighten myself up and plaster on a smile. Screw it, I’m going out tonight. We obviously aren’t exclusive so who is he to say what I can and can’t do?
I lean into Ash, so only she can hear. “So what club are we going to?”
Aiden
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After a million handshakes and talks of business investments, I wonder how long this meeting will last.
My meetings usually take place in an office, yet here I am, a whole city away from Emma in an overly lavish home. I didn’t want to deal with the pointless conversations and the sleazy women these men throw around to help them secure high-profile investment deals, but it is a big account.
I check my phone when it buzzes with a text. Why did the girls refuse my driver? The thought of Emma being out at night in the city without protection pisses me off. The driver I hired doubles as security.
I step onto the balcony and call the restaurant to see if they made it to their reservation. Lighting a cigarette, I calm when I hear that they’re there. I wonder what Emma bought today. I hope she didn’t refuse my offer to pay. I know from Ashley that she and her mom get by on the little money her mom’s florist shop makes, and the thought of her doing without upsets me.
I hope she likes the lingerie set I got her. I found them online this morning and sent my shopper to fetch it for her. Imagining her wearing what I bought her makes my dick get hard. She’s so fucking sexy and innocent. The things I want to do to her drives me fucking wild, but I need to be patient.
I pinch the bridge of my nose, remembering the call from my guard earlier about a woman trying to find me, probably from my late nights in the city back when I was doing business in Portland while in college. I don’t even know which one of those crazy women showed up at my apartment. I just moved there, so why does everyone know where I fucking live? Someone is leaking information and I have a suspicion it may be Lexi. I need to deal with that first thing tomorrow.
My jaw clenches when I read the next text that arrives.
Mr. Scott, your sister just arrived at the club. Would you like me to seat her and her friend in VIP?
Absolutely fucking not. She’s supposed to take Emma to get a new outfit and then to dinner, not to a fucking club. I slide the phone into my pocket and head for the door.
“Mr. Scott! The night just started. Where are you heading off too?” A woman in a short-glittered dress calls out as she glides over.
“Someone’s in trouble,” I state absentmindedly as I pull my keys from my pocket.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Anything I can do to help?” She skims her finger along my blazer while fluttering her eyes at me.
I grab her wrist and move her disgusting hands away. “No, no not in trouble as in harmed. But she better pray that I calm down by the time I get to her.”
I push past, shaking a few hands and thanking them for having me. I try to temper my anger as I slide into my car and haul ass to the club. The club that I own.
∞∞∞
After a mess of hairspray and make up, we walk out of the penthouse, ready for a night out.
I have on the royal blue dress I bought earlier; it’s tighter and shorter than what I normally wear, but I bought it with the intention of wearing it for Aiden when we go out to dinner or something. I frown at the thought. Maxon, Aiden’s driver, is supposed to take us out tonight, but we opt out so smoothly I don’t think he’s aware we’re up to something.
Our first stop is an Italian restaurant. The ambiance of the place is beautiful; warm light cascades over the thick white tablecloths. There aren’t as many tables as I’m used to at a restaurant. We’re ushered to a very private spot upon arriving.
We can barely read the words on the menu and laugh at how ridiculous it all is. But when the food comes and everything melts in our mouths, we quickly declare it as our new favorite place. The waiter even told us our meal will be put on Mr. Scott’s tab and to enjoy the rest of our night.
I’ll thank Aiden for the beautiful scenery and food, if I ever speak to him again.
Who am I kidding? He’s all I can think about. Every time someone passes by in a black suit my heart races as I peer from the corner of my eye, hoping it’s him.
I shake my head; I should be mad at him. He used me. He had planned on having another girl at his place last night. Was I not special to him?