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,...