Deviant King (Royal Elite 1)
“Kim.” I throw my phone on the bed and walk to her. “Don’t go and I’ll watch a Korean soap opera with you.”
She laughs, pulling out two dresses. “We can do that when I return.”
Damn it.
“Xander is back from camp,” I blurt. “You don’t want to run into him at the party, right?”
“Xander can go fuck himself.” Her lips twist in defiance. “I won’t let him ruin my life anymore.”
Well, shit.
It looks like I have to party tonight.
Chapter Nineteen
As Kim and I walk out from her car to Ronan Astor’s huge house, I try telling myself that I’m only here because of Kim.
There’s no way in shit I’m leaving her alone at a party where Xander Knight is present.
Deep down?
I’m at the edge of myself with that damned awareness slicing and clawing at the bottom of my stomach.
This is the first time I’m seeing Aiden after he pushed me against the hood of his car in the rain.
After he wrenched an explosive orgasm out of me where anyone could’ve seen us.
Could’ve seen me.
What would’ve happened if Aunt looked out? If Uncle returned home? If one of the neighbours passed by?
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Getting all tangled with Aiden is provoking parts I never wanted provoked.
Because at that moment? All I thought about was chasing the sensation he was pulling out of me.
God. I hate him.
Kim’s eyes sparkle with excitement as we walk through the front door of Ronan’s mansion. Loud music thumps from the walls even before we get in. A butler who looks straight out of Downton Abbey, all complete with the uniform and the tight smile welcomes us in.
Ronan is a lord’s son, but the butlers and servers at a teenager’s party are too much.
I smile, imagining him forcing his parents’ staff to serve at his endless parties.
Almost everyone from RES is here. It’s weird to see them out of their uniforms, laughing, drinking, and grinding against each other to a hit pop song.
This is a normal Sunday night to them. Kim and I are about the only ones who avoid them. For two years, I never felt like I was missing out on the whole teenage scene.
However, Kim always talked about such parties with a certain sadness that knotted my heart. Unlike me, she longed for the normal teenage life. She wants to go to college with one last hurrah.
I won’t kill her wishes just because these scenes aren’t for me. That’s what best friends do, right? They abandon their comfort zones for their friends.
Kim lent me skinny jeans and a black tank top that keeps falling off my right shoulder. Since Kim lost weight, her new size is a bit too tight on me and I feel like combusting in the trousers. I kept my face make-up-less and pulled my hair into a loose ponytail at the top of my head.
Kim opted for a hot pink dress that hugs her petite frame and hints at her cleavage. She’s even wearing heels and has her hair loose.
We’re going all out.