Chapter 310 Aiden's Perversion Was Truly Well-Deserved
Violet got back to JK with the design drafts, feeling a weird sense of unease. She thought, 'Why do I have this gut feeling that working on Amelia's designs is going to be a nightmare? And Amelia's boyfriend is the creep Aiden? That feels even worse.
'But hey, it was Mia who brought in this project. We had no beef, so Mia probably won't try to screw me over, right?'
Violet sat at her desk, took a deep breath, and told herself to chill. She thought, 'Even if Aiden is Amelia's guy, so what? All I need to do is just designing the dress for the event.
'I don't need to deal with Aiden. 'So with that thought, she pushed her discomfort aside and got back to work.
Meanwhile, at Amelia's place, right after Violet left, Amelia was rushing the manicurist to finish her nails.
Aiden was already on the couch, waiting.
Aiden had a nasty temper, and Amelia couldn't afford to piss him off.
But right then, Aiden wasn't thinking about Amelia at all. His mind was full of Violet—her pink lips, big eyes, soft skin, slim waist, perfect legs, and that chubby chest.
Every part of her was just perfect!
The more Aiden thought about it, the more turned-on he got. His eyes narrowed, and his hands gripped the couch arms tightly. He glanced at Amelia, who was still fussing with her nails.
Aiden's desire spiked, and he lost his patience, kicking away the small stool by the couch and glaring at Amelia. "Are you done yet? I'm getting impatient."
He was really losing it, ready to leave.
Aiden's fierce look scared the manicurist, who had never dealt with someone so terrifying. She quickly packed up and got ready to leave.
Amelia was scared too. Aiden's temper was infamous, and she couldn't afford to provoke him. She forced a smile and said, "Alright, I'm done."
As she spoke, the manicurist and her agent wisely made their exit.
Once they were gone, the fancy apartment was just the two of them. Aiden loosened his tie and pointed at Amelia's nose, barking, "Come here and strip."
Amelia didn't want to mess up her nails, so she walked over to Aiden and said in a flirty voice, "Mr. White, why the rush? I just got my nails done. Can't you be a bit gentler?"
Aiden thought, 'Gentle? Funny! She is just a toy for me to use, and she dares to ask for gentleness? Ridiculous!'
Aiden had no time for her games. He raised his hand and slapped her, snarling, "You bitch, stop acting coy. If I tell you to strip, you strip. I don't have time to waste!"
Amelia's face swelled from the slap. She was scared and almost cried but didn't dare to hesitate. She quickly stripped off all her clothes and stood in front of him.
Aiden looked her up and down like she was a piece of art, a disgusting gleam in his eyes. His gaze fell on a small wine bottle on the coffee table.
Aiden grabbed it and pointed at Amelia, saying, "Shove this up there!"
Amelia looked at the bottle, her face going pale. She didn't want to play this quirky game and bit her lip, crying, "Mr. White, I can't... please don't use this..."
"Stop crying! Are you gonna do it or not?" Aiden hated women crying the most. He gritted his teeth and said coldly, without a hint of pity, "If you don't want to, I'll do it myself!"
As soon as Aiden finished speaking, Amelia collapsed to the ground, trembling and crying.
Aiden's perversion was truly well-deserved.
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