Deviant King (Royal Elite #1) - Rina Kent Page 0,104

she talking to you? What did she want?”

“Piss me off. And by your attitude, she succeeded.”

I inhale a sharp breath. Maybe I’m being over the top. Damn it. Now that the haze is slowly dissipating, everything seems absurd. Aside from the fact that I loathe Silver. If I see her claws near Aiden again, I don’t know what I’ll do.

Looks like he’s not the only caveman around.

Aiden’s face is closed off and his left eye twitches. I open my mouth to say something but come out with nothing and close it again.

He doesn’t spare me a glance as he starts the engine and weaves down the streets. This time, the vibrations don’t give me the usual thrill. I hug the backpack to my chest as I stare at Aiden’s solemn features.

The entire ride is spent in tomb silence. He doesn’t hold my hand and place it on his thigh as he usually does and he doesn’t glance at me.

He must be truly pissed off.

I spend all the way, trying to find the right words to say. I can’t actually apologise since I didn’t do anything wrong. But one thing for certain, I hate the tension between us. It reminds me of those awful days when we were on an invisible battlefield.

The Ferrari rolls in front of a mansion — no, a palace.

I forgot that we’re watching the game at his house.

I reach a tentative hand to his that’s still gripped around the steering wheel. “Aiden, I —”

A loud bang hits the roof of the car and Ronan sticks his head inside from Aiden’s open windows. “Come on, bitches, the game starts soon.”

He continues hitting the roof of the car with a ball. He really has the worst timing.

Aiden flings the door open and exits without a glance.

Chapter Forty

The King’s mansion falls on a large piece of land, it’s impossible to see the end of it.

Three-storeys high, the house stretches horizontally like a palace. There are even two towers on each side and the entire structure appears old. I wouldn’t be surprised if this was a noble’s estate before. There must’ve been renovations, though, because all floors are filled with huge glass windows. Sometimes, glass takes more space than walls. It’s like a glasshouse.

A fountain rests not far from the entrance. A sad angel ceramic statue pours water from a jar. A woman dressed like the Virgin Mary holds him with a tear sliding down her cheek.

What a strange image to have at the entrance of a house.

Aiden doesn’t wait for me and disappears inside. Ronan, however, falls behind. At least someone has the decency to not leave me alone on my first visit here.

I pull my phone and text Kim.

Elsa: Are you here yet?

Kim: Coming. Just finishing up orgasming.

My lips hang open and I cast a glance at Ronan, hoping he didn’t see.

A shit-eating grin greets me.

“Tell her to take all the time she needs.” He waggles his eyebrows. “I’m available if she needs a hand.”

“Eww.”

“What?” He jokes. “If she’s texting while finishing up her orgasm then she’s not doing a good job. I can teach.”

“Keep your teachings to your horde of admirers, Ronan.”

“Just trying to be a good sport.” He grins and I can see why the girls at RES melt for him faster than cheese on pizza. His ruffled handsome looks are primary reasons, but it’s his charming nature and outgoing personality that makes him so desirable.

Ronan and Xander are more approachable than Aiden and Cole.

And more playful, too.

My phone vibrates again.

Kim: Shit! ORGANISING, not ORGASMING. Stupid autocorrect.

I laugh and thrust the text in Ronan’s face. “Happy now?”

“No.” He genuinely appears disappointed and I laugh harder.

He opens the door for me. “My offer still stands, though.”

“You’re an animal.”

We continue bickering on the way inside. A butler who appears as old as Bruce Wayne’s bows in greeting upon seeing us. He’s wearing a butler outfit all complete with white gloves and a white napkin dangling from his arm.

I bow back while Ronan nods in acknowledgement. He doesn’t seem the least bit phased, but then again, he has butlers in his house, too.

These people are on a whole different level with all their butlers and mansion-sized houses. RES is only a stop in a long chain of places they’ll rule in the future. Be it politics or economics or even sports, these guys have it in their DNA to be leaders.

Everything probably starts at school and builds up from there. After all, they’re more inclined to do business or politics