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Which meant I had to—-
I saw Kellion blink when I lifted my knee. He shouldn’t have been able to block my move, but his reflexes were incredible, and his hand deflected my knee before I could hit him where it would really hurt.
I didn’t manage to hit him, but it did force Kellion to let me go.
That was enough for me.
I ran.
FOR A LONG TIME, KELLIONArgyros remained rooted to the spot, his eyes contemplative and unreadable at the same time as he watched Aria run away from him.
A fast little runner, his Aria, and it surprised him. Kellion’s first impression of her had been someone dainty, someone as fragile as glass—-
A memory flashed before his eyes, of Aria trying to knee him in the groin.
His lips twitched. The fuck she was fragile.
And the fuck if he wasn’t turned on by it.
After a moment of hesitation, Kellion took out his phone from his pocket.
Bobby answered on the second ring. “Yes?”
“I need you to tell me about a girl.”
A girl?Bobby held the phone away from her ear so she could double-check if she was really talking to Afxisi’s VP. The display on her screen told her she was. “I don’t get it.” She really didn’t. He was Kellion Argyros. He could have any girl he wanted.
“Not just any girl. I need you to tell me where I can find Aria.”
She hung up.
This time, Kellion did laugh. Somehow, it felt fitting that Bobby and Aria were friends.
Chapter Four
Dear Ashton,
Someone called me a – are you ready for this – MONSTER.
Yes, yes, a monster! You don’t think I am, do you?
I’m still the prettiest sister in the world, right? Right?
Love, Your Big Sis
ARIA
BEFORE LEAVING FORclass, I peeked through my door’s peephole and saw...no one. The hallway was empty.
Yay!
The word sounded forced even to my own ears, but I told myself it was only because I was so used to being stalked.This was just another form of Stockholm syndrome,I told myself.
So Kellion Argyros had been walking me to school every single day of the entire week. It wasn’t like I had wanted it. Actually, the biker had been the one to force his company on me, not the other way around.
If he never showed up again—-
I faltered in my footsteps.
