He notices my focus wandering to his accessory and thus pulls up his sleeve. “It’s a-”
“A Patek Philippe, I know,” I interrupt, not needing an introduction to a piece of jewelry I know far too well. “I have to admit that itisbeautiful.”
His eyes widen before he bursts out laughing. “A connoisseur, hmm? I’m Aiden Morgan.”
I recall the significance of the name Aiden having roots in Irish mythology and bearing the meaning of ‘little fire’.
It fits him.
“Not really. I’ve just seen that model not too long ago and found it especially nice.” I hold out a hand to shake his. “Aoi Holden.”
I take in his features and how perfectly they fit together, and the longer I stare, the more I wonder if I know the man.
He could be a model with that face.
He smirks as though he’s aware of the trail of thought going through my mind when the realization hits me like a truck.
He’s THE Aiden Morgan.
I’ve seen him in a ton of magazines and read about him acting in a bunch of well-known movies. Too bad I don’t really watch movies. The man is a renowned actor and model, yet I hadn’t realized earlier because I can’t be bothered to remember celebrities.
More like I was too busy feasting on his beauty to think.
Shit, that changes everything. Getting involved with a celebrity a few weeks before the press conference will only cause trouble.
“You’re…Well, that’s a shame.” I sigh, downing my Martini in one gulp. “A real shame.”
Aiden’s brows furrow in confusion. “I genuinely thought you were pretending not to know me at first. But seeing your reaction, you really didn’t know who I was when you approached me?” he asks, baffled.
“If I had known, I wouldn’t have approached you in the first place.” I gesture to the barman and settle the tab. “I should go.”
I hop off the stool and begin my walk of horny shame, but to my surprise, he stops me, firmly holding on to my wrist. His cocky attitude leaves room for hidden offence and confusion as he gets up, looming over me.
“Why are you leaving? Usually, my profession makes people want memore, not run from me,” he jokes, but doesn’t loosen his grip. “Don’t act hard to get, thinking I’ll chase you.”
I glance at his fingers wrapped around my skin and frown. What a shame. Those wide hands could have landed on my naked body if only he had been a regular handsome guy.
“I apologize for giving you the wrong impression, but I’m not interested in getting involved with a celebrity. I don’t especially like unwanted attention, if you know what I mean.”
Aiden’s expression shifts into a bright, astonished smile as though my words awaken something in him. I dread whatever he’s thinking and yank my arm away, striding out of the establishment.
I fucked up by recklessly flirting with a stranger simply because I was horny. If I had figured out sooner who he was, I would have gone back to my friends, but now I’m just on edge and have no way to scratch that itch.
I pull out my phone and text Sally to apologize for leaving abruptly, making up a stupid excuse about an emergency, hoping she won’t call my bluff.
I don’t like lying to her after how nice she’s been for inviting me out, but I just have to get away. It wouldn’t be the first time that I’m a bad friend. They’re aware of my shit behavior, I think. Amira is the only one to have called me out on it back in the day, though.
The night breeze hits my nostrils as I step outside. It sends shivers down my spine as I head toward my car that’s parked further away. I relish the few echoes of voices from passing strangers, not having to focus on my urgent need for a fuck or my pathetic negative thoughts.
The ease doesn’t last long before I sense a hand on my shoulder spinning me around, and gorgeous silver hair swaying in the breeze. “You want someone for the night, and I’m free. I don’t get why you reject me because of my fame.”
Of course, he doesn’t understand. To him, I’m just a simple guy looking for a one-night stand, but I can’t just get involved with anactor and land my dumbass at the center of a scandal right before my identity is to be publicly revealed.
Now this can go two ways: either I give in, and we have some casual sex, or I go home alone, and onlyifmy desperation is that crippling will I call Jason and use him.
I don’t especially want to prove him right. I’m horny because of the drinks, and the ache won’t leave until I’m fucked brainless. Honestly, either way, I’m getting laid.
A dickis a dick.
