Black Knight (Royal Elite 4)

“Wait, you’ll go?” Teal twirls the earbuds between her fingers.

“Sure.”

“What happened to I’ll never go to their games?” I poke her side.

“Aiden.” She smiles like an idiot. “It’s his last season and I want to be there for him.”

“Ohh,” I taunt her.

“Stop it. So are you going?”

“No, I have to take care of Kir.” And keep a distance from a certain arsehole with golden hair and ocean eyes.

I don’t even like football, but I’ve always gone to Elites’ games. I pretend it’s for the team, for Ronan, for the thrill, but it’s for him.

Only him.

I stand there, watching him from the beginning to the finish. I learnt the rules because he plays the game. I bought jerseys with Xander’s number nineteen for Kir because he loves him so much.

It’s pathetic.

And for that reason, it needs to stop.

I meant it earlier, I’m done.

“You should go, Kim.” Teal motions at Elsa’s juice and when she nods, she takes a sip. “Thirteen can use moral support.”

“Pretty sure Ro can use a different type of support.” Elsa grins.

Teal’s face remains neutral.

I laugh. “That he can. He’s been talking about that threesome again.”

“He mentioned it the other day, too.” Elsa shakes her head. “If he keeps doing that, he’ll get killed by Aiden before the end of the year.”

“I told him that. I swear he has no fear for his life.”

“He doesn’t?” Teal’s question stops us both in

our tracks. “Have no fear for his life, I mean.”

Elsa hums, “Actually, I think he doesn’t. He said his father has his entire life planned for him, including his marriage and all, and he hates it.”

I nod. “I think he’s treating this as a last hurrah before he’s shoved to succeed his dad’s name and legacy.”

Teal’s lips twitch and I swear she’s about to smile, but she goes back to her signature poker face.

We drop the subject and Teal returns inside, peeking first so Knox doesn’t startle her again.

Then Elsa and I finish studying, and after I tell the girls goodbye, I pick up Kir.

Once we get home, we blast music and dance to it together, goofing around. He’s the only human I can dance this freely in front of. I’ve been teaching him moves and he’s been telling me I’m getting old.

The dork.

Mum comes out of her studio once to pick up supplies that are delivered. We lower the music and keep tickling each other and blocking our laughs so she doesn’t hear.

However, not once does she acknowledge our presence as she directs the deliverymen to carry the canvases to her studio.