Deviant King (Royal Elite 1)

And his lips.

I dream about them doing depraved things to me.

If my subconscious thinks about it, what does that make me?

As if Aiden’s drama isn’t enough, Xander has been hunting me after every class about ‘his offer’. I shot him down every time, refusing to even hear it.

Xander is Aiden’s best friend. If they think I’m naive enough to fall for their games, then they have another thing coming.

I blow a long breath as I trudge through the school’s hallway during lunch break. I don’t usually hide from the bullying in the main entrance, but today is just a wrong day.

It started with a nightmare about blood, black eyes, and drowning in murky water. The seven year-old version of me has been screaming ‘Da!’ over and over again.

Seeing myself in that nightmare has been surreal. I’ve forgotten about how I looked; a dirty, blonde monster ball.

Since I moved to London with Aunt and Uncle, I didn’t have one single memory of my life with my parents in Birmingham.

No photo albums.

No mind images.

No… nothing.

Everything was burnt with the house. The only reason I survived that day was because I wasn’t inside.

Nightmares are the only episodes that tie me to that dark past. I thought I was slowly escaping them, but today proved me wrong.

Maybe I should go back to Dr Khan. He was able to stop the nightmares a long time ago.

I’ll leave Dr Khan as a last resort to not worry Aunt and Uncle.

I retrieve my phone from my pocket to text Kim. Instead, I find the two texts Aiden sent at six in the freaking morning.

Aiden: I dreamt about pounding your tight pussy until you screamed my name. I’m kind of contemplating slipping into your room and fucking you like in the dream.

Aiden: Oh, and morning, sweetheart.

Damn the bastard. I’m starting to get used to his texts. Hell, I’m starting to look forward to them, wondering what kind of depravity he’ll send this time.

And I might’ve spent a few minutes watching from my room’s window, expecting him to barge inside like the devil.

What? I can’t put anything past Aiden King.

He didn’t show up.

Not only that, but in school, he pretends as if those texts never happened. When I passed him by this morning while he was listening to Ronan’s animated speech, he barely spared me a glance.

Why does he get to be all unaffected when I’m boiling from the inside out?

I shake my head and text Kim. She took the lunch break to pick up Kirian.

Elsa: Are you done?

Kimberly: Mum isn’t available so I’m driving Kir home. I’ll be there in a few. Xo.

Elsa: Kiss his adorable cheeks for me.

Kim sends a selfie while she gives Kirian an open-mouthed kiss while he tries to shove her away.