Aiden was fuming all the while he drove back to his house at Abbeville Drive. He found no importance  in keeping the whore. Hell, all zinging sensation for sexual pleasure  running through him before left at the sight of Kate and his twin brother.

 

So, when they walked away from Alex's house, Aiden had surged his hand into his pocket, plucked some cash and paid the whore off. No

need again for make up sex.

 

Then he drove himself  to a nearby bar, thinking a bottle of something  strong will rip off the  jealousy he felt. However, that was failed attempt. No amount of shots could erase that sight.

 

But...