I strode down the hallway, my heels clicking against the polished marble floor. Maybe I was losing my mind, or maybe I'd just gotten too deep into character—because somehow, being around Aiden was the only place I felt comfortable. How ridiculous was that?
But did he have any self-respect? Announcing me as his fiancée and then turning around to disrespect me in the same breath? Unbelievable.
Relax, Nelly. We were clear about what this was. He wasn't mine. He belonged to the streets—the billionaires' streets, apparently, because it wasn't just any random woman in my face all night. It was her.
She had been hovering from the moment we arrived, floating too close, whispering just loud enough for me to hear. Was she jealous? Or did she just have the right to act territorial? Because I couldn't even be mad—that was the worst part.
When Aiden had stepped out to grab something from his car earlier, she finally made her move.
