After Ella entering the room, her smell of beer and barbecue made Aiden frown, who had just taken a shower.
"You didn't sleep in the middle of the night but went to drink and have barbecue?"
Hearing his question, Ella turned and raised her head to look at him. She was angry, "Tell me your name? Or your number!"
Aiden ignored her and walked to the liquor cabinet, but poured himself a cup of water. He's graceful movements was charming, even just drinking water.
"Why should I tell you?" interest shone in his eyes.
Ella took off her heels and strode to him. But he was too tall, she had to raised her head to look at him. Her courage was weakened a bit. She stepped back and yelled at him, "I'm gonna make a complaint against you!"
Watching her ridiculous behaviors, Aiden felt like having a little argument with her. He walked to the sofa with a glass in hand and sat down, strength and dominance exuding.
"Of what?"
"That you're not professional!"
He smirked, "But you enjoyed it very much last night."
"The hell with last night!" The beer gave Ella some courage to blurt out some curse words.
Aiden frowned again and hardened his voice, "I hate women who don't mind their language."
Ella didn't care at all, "Who the hell are you? It's none of your business. I just like to say so."
Aiden immediately lost the interest of chatting with her. He glanced at her, "OK, go and take a shower. I only have two hours."
His disregard and order dumbfound Ella.
Then she freaked out, "Are you sick? I'm warning you! I've paid you! Stop badgering me and give my photos back!"
Her words made Aiden laugh, as if she was an idiot in his eye. Ella stamped her foot in anger, "What are you laughing at? Where are the photos? Where's your phone?"
She began to look for it. When she was about to head for the bedroom, Aiden stood up. He strode to her and held her up like grabbing a chicken, carrying her to the bathroom.
He threw her at the thick carpet on the floor, and glanced at her with condescension, "Your smell of beer disgusts me. You've got ten minutes to take a shower." Then the bathroom door was shut with a bang.
Ella felt dizzy after he threw her down, and she felt sick. There was something churning in her stomach. She immediately rushed to the closestool and puked.
Aiden was answering a phone in the bedroom.
"Where are you now? I'm still playing cards in Jimmy's. Are you coming?" Arthur was speaking with a cigarette in his mouth and a glass of wine in hand.
Aiden answered briefly, "I' m not free."
"Busy?"
"Addressing my physiological needs."
"…"
Arthur gave out a "pooh", spewing the wine in his mouth. "Impressive! You…you just continue." Arthur hung up. He couldn't imagine whether Aiden was as cold as he used to be when he was with a woman. He trembled a bit at his thought.
After hanging up, Aiden replied several emails. '20 minutes' passed, that woman hasn't finished?'
He lost his patience. Putting down his phone, he headed straight to the bathroom. Opening the door, he froze.
'She is sleeping by the closestool.
And still dressed!'
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