Deviant King (Royal Elite 1)

I face Aiden. “How did you know that I only eat that type of food?”

“Your aunt was packing a vegetarian lunch and there was a special brand of biscuits with no fatty acid on your breakfast table.” He glances at me. “Besides, you only eat your lunchboxes at school.”

“You’ve been watching me at school?”

He ignores my question and tilts his head. “Why don’t you ask the cafeteria for your type of food?”

I shrug. “I don’t like eating at the cafeteria.”

“Why not?”

“It’s where the bullying gets worse.”

He hums as if he never thought about that.

Dickhead.

My fingers play with the straws on the table. “Why did you really bring me here, Aiden?”

He grins. “I told you. Breakfast.”

“You want me to believe that you don’t have an ulterior motive?”

“I only want to feed you.” He pinches my right cheek. “Stop overthinking.”

I pull away from his touch. “It’s kind of hard when you were my bully for years.”

If he thinks I’ll ignore the elephant in the room, then he has another thing coming.

“I did nothing to you, Frozen.”

“Do you seriously believe that?”

“Believe what?”

“That you did nothing!” My voice raises. “You signed my death certificate that first day. You must’ve known they’d target me.”

“And why would I know that?”

“The entire freaking school bows down to you. Did you honestly think they’d leave me in peace after you so eloquently announced that you’d destroy me?”

He grins with that sadistic edge. “It’s not my fault I’m so loved.”

“You’re not even sorry for it, are you?”

“No.”

Something squeezes in my chest. I don’t know why I thought he’d show a bit of remorse.

There’s no remorse in an unfeeling monster.

I stand and throw the napkin at his chest. “Thank you for the clarifications. Have a shitty day.”

He clutches my wrist and pulls me down so fast, so hard, I yelp as I fall back down on something warm.

His lap.

I’m sitting on his lap.