"You are not going there and that's the end of our conversation." He yelled while tightening his grip on my wrist. I tried to free my wrist but no avail.
"And why should I not?!" I argued.
"Please Aria for the love of God, listen to me! It's not sa...
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Aria's POV
I decided to take the bus today, since the weather is nice and I could enjoy the cool breeze hitting my face.
Ah, fun!
So, currently, I am at the bus stop, waiting for the bus to arrive. It showed on the screen that the bus will be 10 minutes late. I look at my watch and see I still have 45 minutes for my shift to start. I have enough time to reach at the right time.
After a few more minutes, a silver Ferrari Portofino stopped in front of me. I've always been a fan of convertibles. So I admired it for a few seconds before someone opened the door and got out.
It was Mr. Aiden, Ashton sir's brother. I smiled a little and greeted him. "Good morning sir."
"Good morning Aria. Please call me Aiden." He greeted back and I looked at him hesitantly. I am embarrassed enough after the ' date ' prank of his. So I didn't say anything.
"Oh come on. I'm not your boss, my brother is. Call me Aiden." Was he trying to flirt with me?
"Okay.... Aiden." I said, finally.
"There! Wasn't that hard now, was it?" He said, chuckling a little.
"Are you waiting for the bus?" He asked.
Obviously, smart ass!
"Yes" I simply said.
"Come on. I'll drop you." He said and I shook my head. "No problem Mr. Aiden, the bus will just be here." I denied his offer.
"No problem. Come on." He said while dragging me by my wrist and opened the door for me, before I could say or do anything.
So I sighed and sat in. He closed my door and went to the driver's side and got in. He started the car and the car roared to life. Then he started driving.
"So, Aria, how old are you?" He asked.
Didn't he see my CV?
"I'm 21 years old." I answered.
He turned to me shocked. "Really? You're too young."
"No I'm not!" I said offended.
"Yes you are." He retorted.
"Oh yes? And how old are you? 23?24? You cannot be more than that. And that's not very older than me." I said.
"What's my age is not important. The point is you're younger than me." He argued.
