Deviant King (Royal Elite 1)

“I’m only being a good sport so he’d approve of me.”

Uncle approves of him all right. While Aunt is still sceptical and continues reminding me that my studies come first, Uncle is all over Aiden whenever he drives me home. He even invites him for dinners and breakfasts with us.

And since Aiden is opportunistic, he jumps all over any invitation he gets. If I’m not lying to myself, I’d admit that having him in my space is fun.

Kim says he’s making an effort for me, and maybe she’s right.

I’m just scared that if I let go completely, he’ll swallow me whole.

That’s why I haven’t attempted to make what we have official.

We’re exclusive, but we’re not really dating in the conventional term.

“You’re incurable,” I huff.

Still holding the books, Aiden backs me up so my shoulder blades hit the wall. He lowers his head until his warm breath draws shivers on my skin. His voice is low and raspy when he says, “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to have you, sweetheart.”

“Nothing?”

“Absolutely nothing.”

The thought should be scary, but I’m feeling anything but scared right now. I tiptoe and plant a chaste kiss on his cheek. Before he can deepen it, I duck and escape.

There’s no way I’d let him kiss me in the school’s hallways.

I’m giggling as I run down the hall. My head collides against a torso. I fall on my arse and pain explodes in my hipbone.

Ow.

Adam looks down at me with a glare. “Watch where you’re going.”

He throws one last malicious stare before he stalks off.

I stand up and dust off my skirt just in time for Aiden to catch up with me.

One look at me and his playful expression disappears. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” If Aiden knows, he’ll do something unpredictable and I really don’t want any trouble now.

Not when both of us need a clean record to get into Cambridge and Oxford.

“By the way,” he says. “You still haven’t come to one of my games.”

He keeps reminding me of that fact. It’s silly, really, but I want to keep some things from him. Like not going to his games. Not following him back on Instagram — although I stalk it all the time.

I feel like those little things will keep me dependant.

I check my watch. “I have an appointment with my doctor.”

He narrows his eyes. “I’ll pick you up after practice.”

I suppress a nervous smile and nod. Today, we’re watching the Champions League game in his house with the guys.

Kim agreed to join us, and I hugged her until she called me a creep.

It’s the first time I’m going to Aiden’s house.

He’s always eating at my house, sneaking into my room, and spending nights in my bed when Aunt and Uncle are caught up in work.