Aiden's POV
A ghost. That's what she was. Lily was an apparition.
It was like she was taunting me everywhere I turned. Haunting me. Mocking me. Her face, her scent, her f*****g presence. Hanging over me like a thundercloud. Everywhere I looked, she was there, with those bright innocent eyes that were clearly meant to deceive, to her face that should not even look attractive to me with that last name attached to her.
And yet again, she had somehow found her way to a club that I was perfectly certain that I would be free of her.
Blind rage had made me orchestrate the series of events that led Lily to where she is now, kneeling at my feet.
I must say, I'm anazed by how well it worked.
I hadn't been able to contain the unprecedented fury I had felt when I smelled Lily on my best friend.
