Avery’s POV
"Little Hellion, I think we should be on our way home."
Aidan’s voice was strict, firm, and deep, leaving no room for argument. He wasn’t asking, he was ordering. His grip on my hand was tight as hell, and if that wasn’t bad enough, he had the audacity to call me Little Hellion right in front of my parents. Diabolical bastard.
I shot him a sharp glare, but he didn’t even flinch.
“Yes, of course,” I said with feigned politeness. “I don’t want you to miss another workday anyway.”
He didn’t acknowledge my words, just pulled me along like I was a disobedient child. We climbed the stairs, his pace unrelenting, and within moments, we were back in my room. The second the door shut behind us, Aidan slammed me against it.
It was both gentle and rough at the same time.
I gasped at
