𝓜𝔂 𝓼𝓲𝓰𝓷𝓲𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓫𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 | Enemies to lovers | 18+

Chapter twenty-two

It's been three weeks since Aiden got shot.

Since Theo and Callan were eye witnesses, Damien got his punishment.

Additionally to that, the safety cameras in the room, caught everything.

Tristan only got 55 hours of social work.
I hope it'll be hell for him.

Damien's punishment was more serious, since the fucker actually shot Aiden, with the intent to shoot him somewhere else than his hip.

He got two years of jail and a big sum of money to pay.

Not nearly enough of a punishment in my opinion.

But I'm glad he's behind bars for now.

My thoughts wander to Aiden again.

He's all that's been on my mind lately.

He loves me.

Aiden Torres loves me.

It's still crazy just saying this in my head.

Just think about the way we started off.
I don't think I ever really hated him.
He's just always been so annoying.

Not that this fact changed.

I'm currently waiting in his car.
He parked here and told me he'd be back in about half an hour.
He said I could go shop a bit, but I said no.

And when he offered to pay he almost got me, but I just wasn't in the mood.

It's been 45 minutes already.

But I'm not actually annoyed.
I've been screaming to my favorite songs the whole time.
And eating my fries, to which Aiden was hesitant about me doing in his car, but he gave me permission.

Luckily this parking lot is empty.
There's no one else around.
We're a little outside, next to a small forest.

As I finish shouting my absolute favorite song I finally see Aiden walk towards the car.

He gets in and immediately takes my chin in his hand.
"I'm sorry for making you wait so long love. I meant it when I said you could take my money and do whatever you want to with it." I raise an eyebrow.

Since Aiden has his inheritance now, he's the youngest millionaire or billionaire (I'm not exactly sure) in the area.

"It's okay. I was doing just fine." I smile and put my lips to his.

He immediately kisses me back.
A breathy sound leaves my mouth and he parts my lips with his tongue. Kissing me deeply, passionately.

I pull back breathlessly. "So what were you doing?"

"Don't get mad at me okay?"

I narrow my eyes at him.
"When you start like that I'm already beginning to get mad at you."

"But I haven't even told you!"

"Sounds like your problem to me."

He glares at me halfheartedly but chuckles nonetheless.