All Chapters of RUIN MY 4.0: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

Aiden's POV6:03 a.m. and I’m still reading.The overhead bulb in my dorm room flickers but I ignore it because, like most things, I don't have the money to fix it. My anatomy textbook is open on my lap, page 427, the brachial plexus diagram swimming in front of my eyes because I haven’t slept and the words keep rearranging themselves into dollar signs. My phone buzzes on the floor beside me but I don't pick it up knowing it's Mom checking if I’m awake to know if I sent the $80 for Lily’s field trip yet. I haven't.I smell horrible and I know I need a shower, badly, but the hot water ran out sometime around 3 a.m. and I’m not in the right mental state to pour freezing water on my body so I sit just sit down calmly like I don't have somewhere to be in the next thirty minutes. At 6:30 I have to be at the coffee shop to open. At 8:10 I have to be in the front row of Anatomy 101 looking like a properly functioning student. I can’t afford to be late to either.I flip the page, rub the

Aiden's POV I didn’t sleep last night. I couldn't.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw that slow, filthy smile and I just got riled up again.Now I’m on hour four of my 5 a.m. shift at Brew & Burn and my entire body feels like it’s been dragged behind a bus. The espresso machine keeps hissing like it’s personally offended by my existence.I’m wiping the counter when the bell chimes and that accented voice that makes me shiver comes through. What the fuck is he doing here?“Large black coffee, extra hot.”Nikolai Serrano is leaning against my counter in a dove-gray cashmere coat with collar popped. He looks like he walked off a Paris runway and that just made me more pissed.“We’re out of coffee.”He laughs loudly, obviously amused. “You can't be out of coffee. This is a fucking coffee shop.”I slam the bell harder than necessary. “Fine. Name for the order?”“You already know my name, Aiden,” he murmurs, voice pitched low so the two customers in the corner can’t hear. “You screamed it

AIDEN’S POVFuck. I was barely able to sleep last night. I sigh, trying to shrug my headache off, it’s not like I sleep properly anyway, My room is still dark, curtains drawn against the light rays outside. I’m tiredly rubbing my eyes when memories from yesterday crash into my head.No. No. No.This has to be a fucking joke. There’s no way…I stumble to the bathroom, slap the light on, and stare at my neck in the mirror.Jesus fucking Christ.There’s a chain of bruises from my ear all the way to my chest. Dark, obscene hickeys that only one person could have made.My face burns so hot in embarrassment as a mortifying heat crawls up my throat. I have to grip the sink so I don’t punch the glass.“What the hell were you thinking?” I whisper to myself.Not only did I let him touch me, I came in his hand. In a public hallway. Where anyone could’ve walked by. I begged him. I begged him like a fucking porn star and then bit his shoulder so no one would hear me scream when I came all