Deviant King (Royal Elite #1) - Rina Kent Page 0,111
out of my uniform and bra. I remain in boy shorts and my sleeveless T-shirt.
I lie next to Kim.
Exhaustion rears on my nerves endings, but for the life of me, I can’t fall asleep. The bed is comfy and the pillow seems to be filled with feathers. The guest room is as sterile as a hotel room. All white and prim with nothing personal in sight.
As I stare at the ceiling, all I keep thinking about is the chaos that happened today. Dr Khan then Silver then Jonathan King.
Aiden had to be the cherry on top by deciding to be a jerk.
I didn’t miss how he stood by the side of the door while I kicked Xander out.
I puff a frustrated breath and screw my lids shut.
Half an hour later, I still can’t sleep. I skim through Instagram and get bored soon after. I push the covers away and slip on a bathrobe before getting out.
The house is eerily calm as I make my way to the kitchen. The boys must’ve all left and Aiden is fast asleep.
On the counter, I find chips and whipped cream and even some untouched Hamburgers. I sit down on the stool and devour them all. The rich taste fills my mouth.
Aunt would kill me for this, but it’s been forever since I had my last junk meal. Maybe years? Uncle used to take me for a random junk meal occasionally — and in secret, but after my heart acted up in middle school, he stopped the habit altogether.
Half of me feels like a sinner, but the other half just enjoys this rare meal. Once done, I clean up the kitchen and head back to the room.
Then, a crazy idea comes to mind. I want to see where Aiden sleeps. It’s stupid after all what he’s done, but it’s not fair that he saw my room but I didn’t see his.
I go downstairs where I saw him head earlier and suppress a yelp whenever an automatic soft light goes on. It’s impossible to sneak about in this house.
A sound of splashing water comes from my right and I follow it like a curious kitten. I round the corner and stop in front of double glass doors.
On the other side, water glints under a closed dome. The indoor pool is completely dark aside from the soft white lights coming from within the water.
Aiden sits on the steps, half into the water and half above it. He’s not swimming or attempting to. He just sits there, his naked back rippling with tension and his arrow tattoos pointing at his sides.
The mere sight of water increases my breathing. My hands turn clammy and the itch to scrub them overwhelms me.
You can do this.
With one last deep breath, I open the door and slip inside.
Aiden’s head cocks to the side in my direction. His wet inky hair falls in a perfectly imperfect mess across his forehead. Droplets of water draw a path along the fine hairs of his chest and the rippled abs and to underneath his black boxer briefs. I find myself following them as if I’m enchanted.
I’m supposed to be mad at him, damn it.
“I was coming to get you.”
I halt a safe distance away from the water. “I locked the door.”
“Do you think a locked door will keep me away from what’s mine, sweetheart?”
“I’m mad at you. If I want you to stay out, you’ll stay out.”
“Sure thing.” He doesn’t seem to believe a word I say. “Now, remove that robe and come join me.”
“No way!” My shout borders on hysterical as I fist my hand into the robe.
He tilts his head further. “Saying ‘no’ doesn’t have to be your knee-jerk reaction to everything I ask.”
“It’s not that.” I motion vaguely at the pool. The bottom isn’t even visible. “Deep water scares me.”
His smokey gaze roams over me for a second as if he’s contemplating the information. “I’m on the steps. You won’t drown.”
“Still no.” I clutch the railings. “Besides, did you miss the part where I’m mad at you?”
“I’m mad at you, too. We can be mad at each other while you’re sitting on my lap.”
While my body is tempted by his offer, my gaze strays to the pool then away again. There’s no way I’m getting into the water. Hell, I can’t even look at it for more than a second without feeling something crawling along my skin.