Kyle's POV
I tailed Aiden all day. The bastard either knew I was following him or had the most monotonous routine I’d ever witnessed. 10 a.m., he arrived at one of his companies here in the country. Stayed in his office even during and after lunch, although I saw his secretary or whatever the man was moved around that time to get him lunch. 4 p.m., he left for dinner at a high-end restaurant, where he entertained himself with overpriced food and a different woman on his arm each time. 6 p.m., he returned to his hotel with a new fling in his arms and stayed there until later in the evening. Around 8 p.m., he’d head home alone, only to leave again an hour later for the clubhouse.
It was infuriating. Every move, every step, was calculated, like a sick routine, as if he was mocking me, dari
