Aiden's POV
“What do you think you are doing?” I whisper-shouted at her, my hands itching to strangle her.
“What do you think I am doing?” She asks back, leaning on the wall, her hands crossed beneath her breast and her eyes looking suggestively at me.
“I told you not to lay a hand on her,” I said with my teeth clenched, my hands folded in a tight ball.
“Did you?” Came her reply, her head tilted slowly to the side with the corner of her lips lifted to the side.
“Diana…”
“Oh please Aiden. I didn’t touch her, or did I?” She smiled playfully, and I caught her red, shiny lip gloss.
“I know you are behind what just happened,” I said in controlled rage.
She looked at me, her lips restraining her laughter.
“Prove it.” She said, bringing her hand to cover her lips with her brows lifted.
