Chapter Eighty Five

Ayva’s POV

“What are you doing here?” I asked Aiden with a frown as soon as I pulled the door open. I had been preparing to go to bed when Olivia told me that he was at the door, asking to see me.

“Can I come in?” He asked. “We need to talk.” Since I left MI fashion company a few hours ago he’d been trying to get my attention, claiming we needed to talk but I didn’t pay him no mind. I didn’t return his texts or his calls because I had nothing I wanted to discuss with him. And now just when I was planning on going to bed, he’d suddenly appeared at my door, asking to talk.

“No, you can’t come in,” I said sternly. “Whatever you have to say, I’m sure you can say it here,” I said, making sure that my body was blocking the doorway in such a way that he wouldn’t be able to enter or look inside my house if he tried to.

He sighed, his left hand moving to rub the back of his neck. I looked up and met his eyes, a little surprised by his action. I remember that Zion usually did the same thing