English thing. Or maybe it was one of those “I live in a castle” things. He probably had a locksmith on staff.
“Are you ever going to get over the whole castle thing?” He was obviously still listening in on my thoughts.
“Just go and find your dad. Oh, and say hi to him for me.”
“Love ya ."
"Love you, too." And I meant it.
Sometimes it got a little annoying not having any privacy, but I wouldn’t have our relationship any other way. Hearing someone’s thoughts really changed the way I viewed life. For some reason, most people pretended to be someone they weren’t. Some would act as if they were better than others, but inside, they were just as insecure as the rest of us.
CHAPTER 3
When my skin had finally given me the time-up signal, I got out of the shower. After I dried off, I went in search of something to wear. I hadn’t brought anything because I hadn’t thought about a change of clothes before I transported us. Aiden, on the other hand, had plenty of clothes in his massive walk-in closet off the bathroom.
I rummaged through it until I found a shirt that would cover enough of my thighs so as not to embarrass myself too much. Then, I made my way out of his room in search of Aiden or his parents.
With my ability of being able to sense Aiden’s presence, even if it was a little tough because of the size of the place, I managed to navigate the maze of corridors that led to the dining room, where I was greeted by none other than Bernard, who motioned for me to enter the room .
Even though the dining room was huge, with seriously expensive décor and a mountain of food covering the entire table, my eyes couldn’t look away from the tarty bitch sitting in the chair next to Aiden. She was facing him, leaning forward ever so slightly to allow for maximum boob show, while she twisted a lock of her golden blond hair through her fingers. And as soon as she saw me, she started laughing as if Aiden had just told her something hilarious, which I knew he didn’t because of the confused expression on his face.
Aiden glanced up, saw me, and quickly jumped out of his chair. He greeted me with a kiss before he pulled me into his arms and whispered, “Don’t worry about her. She can be a bit much at times.”
“That’s putting it lightly,” I replied low enough that my voice wouldn’t carry, even though I knew almost half the people in the room would be able to hear me anyway, thanks to the super-hearing thing. Oh and add to that the fact that I hadn’t yet learnt to block my thoughts from them.
Before I could say anything else about the skank sitting in what I presumed would be my seat, Aiden turned so that I was under his arm and began his introductions. “Jade, this is Nathan.” He pointed at a good-looking, twenty-something guy with brown hair and blue eyes.
“Welcome to England,” Nathan said with a very strong English accent.
“Thanks,” I replied automatically. I never really looked in Nathan’s direction for more than a second because my eyes kept going back to Miss Skank, who was preening herself for her introduction.
Aidan gestured at her. “And this here is Georgia, who was just about to get out of your seat.”
Georgia scoffed, then stood to vacate the chair. She wore the tightest, shortest black dress I had ever seen, if one could even call it a dress. It was more like a boob tube pulled down over her ass. She gave me an ice-cold glare then sat in the chair next to Nathan. “Nice outfit,” she said sarcastically.
Looking down, I realised what I was wearing. Ah, crap. There she was dressed for going out on the town—or more so, standing on a street corner—and there I was in Aiden’s T-shirt. Oh well, by the looks of it, she would much rather be wearing one of Aiden’s shirts. Pity for her, that was never going to happen.
There were a few stifled laughs that I knew stemmed from Anna, Dave, and Aiden hearing my thoughts. But I also received one hell of a scornful
“Are you ever going to get over the whole castle thing?” He was obviously still listening in on my thoughts.
“Just go and find your dad. Oh, and say hi to him for me.”
“Love ya ."
"Love you, too." And I meant it.
Sometimes it got a little annoying not having any privacy, but I wouldn’t have our relationship any other way. Hearing someone’s thoughts really changed the way I viewed life. For some reason, most people pretended to be someone they weren’t. Some would act as if they were better than others, but inside, they were just as insecure as the rest of us.
CHAPTER 3
When my skin had finally given me the time-up signal, I got out of the shower. After I dried off, I went in search of something to wear. I hadn’t brought anything because I hadn’t thought about a change of clothes before I transported us. Aiden, on the other hand, had plenty of clothes in his massive walk-in closet off the bathroom.
I rummaged through it until I found a shirt that would cover enough of my thighs so as not to embarrass myself too much. Then, I made my way out of his room in search of Aiden or his parents.
With my ability of being able to sense Aiden’s presence, even if it was a little tough because of the size of the place, I managed to navigate the maze of corridors that led to the dining room, where I was greeted by none other than Bernard, who motioned for me to enter the room .
Even though the dining room was huge, with seriously expensive décor and a mountain of food covering the entire table, my eyes couldn’t look away from the tarty bitch sitting in the chair next to Aiden. She was facing him, leaning forward ever so slightly to allow for maximum boob show, while she twisted a lock of her golden blond hair through her fingers. And as soon as she saw me, she started laughing as if Aiden had just told her something hilarious, which I knew he didn’t because of the confused expression on his face.
Aiden glanced up, saw me, and quickly jumped out of his chair. He greeted me with a kiss before he pulled me into his arms and whispered, “Don’t worry about her. She can be a bit much at times.”
“That’s putting it lightly,” I replied low enough that my voice wouldn’t carry, even though I knew almost half the people in the room would be able to hear me anyway, thanks to the super-hearing thing. Oh and add to that the fact that I hadn’t yet learnt to block my thoughts from them.
Before I could say anything else about the skank sitting in what I presumed would be my seat, Aiden turned so that I was under his arm and began his introductions. “Jade, this is Nathan.” He pointed at a good-looking, twenty-something guy with brown hair and blue eyes.
“Welcome to England,” Nathan said with a very strong English accent.
“Thanks,” I replied automatically. I never really looked in Nathan’s direction for more than a second because my eyes kept going back to Miss Skank, who was preening herself for her introduction.
Aidan gestured at her. “And this here is Georgia, who was just about to get out of your seat.”
Georgia scoffed, then stood to vacate the chair. She wore the tightest, shortest black dress I had ever seen, if one could even call it a dress. It was more like a boob tube pulled down over her ass. She gave me an ice-cold glare then sat in the chair next to Nathan. “Nice outfit,” she said sarcastically.
Looking down, I realised what I was wearing. Ah, crap. There she was dressed for going out on the town—or more so, standing on a street corner—and there I was in Aiden’s T-shirt. Oh well, by the looks of it, she would much rather be wearing one of Aiden’s shirts. Pity for her, that was never going to happen.
There were a few stifled laughs that I knew stemmed from Anna, Dave, and Aiden hearing my thoughts. But I also received one hell of a scornful
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