Aries

Chapter 11

Nova

"Is that her, Aries?" Her voice went higher, and I tensed up. It was as if she wanted me to hear her.

"Drop it, Leila."

"Just tell me. Yes or no."

"Leila," The man snapped. "I said drop it."

"Let me know if you want me to fuck her up since you don't like hitting women."

My fists slammed on my desk in irrational anger as I stood up.

"Fuck me up?" I repeated, and once our eyes met she was storming toward me. She stayed in front of the desk as she looked me up and down with clear disgust. "What the hell are you looking at?"

"Just the shallowest person I've ever met in my life."

Aden was quick to walk behind her and stay behind her, but he wasn't holding her back. He was just standing there waiting to interfere only when he absolutely had to.

The man was scowling at me, and he didn't need to say anything to let me know how much he hated me. It was clear how much they all hated me. They probably knew all about what happened that night and what I did to Aries.

Even if they did know, tt wasn't any of their business. There was a fraction part of me that hated that they knew this about me, about what happened between Aries and me.

"You don't even know me." I spat, my anger boiling deep in my gut at her words.

She scoffed. "I don't need to know you to know that you broke Aries's heart."

My stance hardened. "That is none of your business," I exclaimed.

"It is my business. He's my brother and my best friend and you hurt him. You shallow, entitled, arrogant bitch." She tried to reach out to yank my hair, but the man behind her was quick to reel her back against his chest. "Let me at her, Aden. I just want to give her a few smacks. She needs it."

"Maybe you're the one who needs it!" I screamed. I could feel Mick standing beside me and trying to diffuse the situation by tugging my arm or squeezing my elbow, but I was too mad, too wound up. "Let her at me," I told Aden who looked ready to murder me just as well.

Aries and Alex stood behind their brother for the longest while, before Aries's will snapped and came charging at me. I really thought he'd scream at me, maybe threaten me or fire me, but he didn't do any of those things.

He yanked my arm out of Mick's grip and dragged me to the office. Once inside, he slammed the door and didn't let me go as he forced me to where the desk was. His hand wrapped around the nape of my neck, and he pushed my head down.

It hurt when my cheek hit his desk and I winced in pain and couldn't move from his grip. It was tight, his grip unyielding and I was still trying to fight against him. One hand held me there while his other hand held my wrists behind my back.

"Stop fucking moving." He hissed and my body froze.

Our heavy breathing filled the room, and I expected his grip to lessen, but it only got tighter. 

"Leila is my family. Who are you to talk to her like that?" He sneered and my adrenaline was pumping in my veins and my anger escalated.

"Fuck her," I swore.

"Watch your fucking mouth." He said tightly.

I could feel the anger in his voice, but where fear and apprehensiveness should be... was replaced with hot anger and a pulse between my legs. Hell, I was turned on. I was stupidly, revoltingly turned on.