Deviant King (Royal Elite 1)

“I have.” I swallow. “I’ll work hard. I promise.”

“Is it your heart condition?” she asks.

When I told Aunt Blair I want to run, she refused. Uncle and I did everything to coax her. She only agreed with her terms. One of them being that my coach knows about my heart condition and to always call her if anything comes up.

I can’t be removed from the team’s line up. Running is what keeps me alive.

“No. It’s only because of the season’s changes.”

Coach Nessrine nods, but she doesn’t seem convinced. We spend another twenty minutes strategising our next competition before I head to the showers.

The last of the girls leave the locker room. I release a relieved breath as I shimmy out of my clothes and step into the shower.

My head tips back as water cascades over me. I pretend it’s the rain soaking me and washing away all impurities.

Once I’m done, I scrub my hands clean and wrap a towel around my torso while stepping out of the shower.

A small rustle comes from the other side. Must be Coach who came to lock up.

I round the corner and freeze.

Aiden stands in the middle of the locker room.

Chapter Ten

Aiden is in the locker room.

The girls’ locker room.

For a second, I’m too stunned to do anything except stare.

He leans against the locker. His arms and ankles crossed and a dark spark dances in his cloudy gaze.

He’s watching me with an unnerving focus like he’s a ravenous predator salivating after his prey.

His attention slides down my body and I follow his gaze. Water still drips from my loose hair, creating rivulets down my skin. The towel barely hides the top of my breasts and stops at the middle of my thighs.

I cross my arms over my chest.

Standing in front of Aiden in nothing but a towel is about the worst situation I can be in.

Tipping my chin, I point at the door. “Get out or I’ll call for Coach.”

He continues measuring me up and down, not bothering to hide the sick desire from his features. “You said to meet you after school.”

“I meant outside, not in the locker room.”

He lifts a shoulder, his gaze finally sliding up to mine. “You didn’t specify the place. This is as good as any.”

“Get out. I’ll meet you outside.”

“Why not here?”

“Are you freaking kidding me?”

“No.”

“Damn it, Aiden. I can’t just talk when I’m only wearing a towel.”