remains as blank as a board. “Have you heard what my father and Lev talked about yesterday?”
I shake my head. “Dad and I left first.”
Aiden continues looking me up and down as if he’s searching for something. Then, he pushes off the wall, about to leave.
“Wait. Do you know why your father and mine have an animosity?”
He appears lost in thoughts for a second. “Hmm. It might have to do with that.”
“With what?”
“Lev is acting strange.”
“Is that why Levi threw a party out of nowhere yesterday?”
“Perhaps.” He pauses. “He ignored you, didn’t he?”
I thin my lips in a line, refusing to admit how much that hurts.
Aiden’s gaze gets lost in the opposite direction. It’s the first time I see his gunmetal eyes project anything but the deadly indifference.
As if a demon possessed him, his eyes darken until they become frighteningly black.
I glance behind me to see who’s the victim of the young King’s wrath.
My lips part when I make out Kimberly. The same chubby girl who educated me on football during the other game. We came to sit together in most home games.
She glances at me and smiles tentatively, waving. I wave back. Kimberly interlinks her arm in a taller blonde’s.
Aiden is glaring at the blonde girl, and she’s glaring right back without blinking.
Being tiny, the first thing I notice about her is the long legs that go for miles — okay, that was a bit overdramatic. But they’re so toned like she’s an athlete.
Kimberly’s friend has light skin and electric blue eyes that shine with malice the more she throws daggers in Aiden’s direction.
She has some balls to glare at Aiden this openly. He’s a scary little shit that always gives me serial killers vibe.
“Do you want to try something?” he asks without breaking eye contact from the blonde.
“Try what?” I ask, confused.
“About Lev.”
“What is it?”
He flings an arm around my shoulder and pulls me to his side. “You’ll find out.”
The blonde breaks eye contact and takes the first turn around the corner with Kimberly.
Aiden continues watching her even after she completely disappears.
His lips curve in a sadistic smirk before he faces me. “Let me test something about Lev.”
I point at his arm. “Does that include you holding my shoulder.”
He nods. “I would say trust me, but I know you won’t.”
At least he knows that.
A few minutes later, I’m sitting on the bench, watching the practice with Aiden by my side.
I think about shoving his arm away, but his theory about a test stops me.
“Aren’t you supposed to be in practice?” I ask.
“I need rest after a minor injury.” He tips his head at a passing player.
Me, on the other hand? I keep watching for Levi to come out of the locker room.
Everyone is on the field — including Dan. He furrows his eyebrows at me as if asking ‘What the fuck are you doing?’ I don’t know myself, but if anyone will force Levi’s hand then it can only be Aiden.
Ronan and Cole stare at us with stupefaction just like the rest of the team. Only Xander laughs and shouts “A hundred that a King will kill a King today.”
I think he even got a few bets from the other team members, Ronan and Dan included.
My breath hitches when Levi steps out with Coach Larson.
Something inside me ignites at seeing him again after the time we spent all tangled around each other.
I should be mad at him, but I can’t help noticing how his athletic body looks in the royal blue jersey and shorts. How his tousled blond hair falls on his forehead and how his pale blue eyes glint under the sun.
Damn how irresistible he is.
He pulls his legs back, stretching while listening to the coach.
He switches to stretching his arm behind his head and turns around. His gaze meets mine.
I swallow, the urge to remove Aiden consumes me, but I resist it.
I want to see Levi’s reaction. I want to see him lose it like he did with Jerry and at the party.
At least that proves it isn’t a game for him.
Levi pauses mid-stretching and my heart thumps so loud, I can’t hear anything past it.
As if a robot took over his body, Levi turns around and continues walking with the coach towards the other players.
Something breaks in my chest.
If he hadn’t meet my gaze, I would assume I’m invisible.
Am I invisible?
“Huh.” Aiden drops his arm. “That failed.”
A sob catches in my throat.
Was everything that happened between us a stupid game?
How… could he?
I stand up and