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OLIVIA

Aiden pulls up in front of a building, and even from outside, it is clear that this is a club.

The bright lights that outline the building and the booming music inside leave no doubt. And, let's not forget the people lingering around the entrance, most of them paired up by gender.

Aiden turns to look at me, his gaze piercing into mine. It is as if he can see through me, into the fear I'm trying to hide. Instead of saying anything, he gets down of the car.

I stay in my seat, taking deep breaths. My goal: to be prepared for the world outside. Before I can open the door, I see Aiden standing outside the door. He opens the door for me, offering his hand to help me out.

Aiden opening the door for me. A perfect gentleman gesture or what?

A line appears between my brows. This seems so strange. Aiden is not the kind of guy who would act like this, and everyone knows it. He is a jerk. So, what's his game here?

I step out of the car, picking up my handbag as I do so. I wait for Aid