Okay so this is chapter three and you get to meet Aiden. Matt's actually my favourite character in this story, but Cody  (Who you also meet in this chapter) is a close second. Saying, that Cody and Matt both appear in the spin-off as main characters but you won't meet the female lead yet. Anyways I hope you like this and please tell me what you think. I don't expect comments or anything because the best part of this story is the cover. I know it is bad but I would love to know how I could make this better.

The picture on the side is Aiden, I have changed who is playing him so many times but I have at the moment it is Sean O'Pry, he is really hot so you can have a picture to droll all over.

Thanks for reading and enjoy :)

Rosie

xoxo

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Matt did have ago at me, as soon as he saw the length of my dress. I wasn’t about to emit that I feel uncomfortable with it, as I knew it would upset Anna. She had put a lot of effect it to getting me ready. It’s these sorts of moments that make me see Matt as more than a brother, than a cousin.  We share the same blood so, I really don’t care what relation he is.

I’m walking down the street with him by my side. We were trailing from the rest of my friends, and I could feel the tension in the air. Matt had changed his outfit; he's in a pair of tight jeans and a button up, check shirt which hangs over the top of his jeans. It’s approaching one in the morning, UK time, yet when we stepped through the door of the club it was still very much alive. The music was blaring from every angle. Nicole and Mason had already found themselves on the dance floor; her arms were around his neck as he lowers his lips to her’s. I want that, I may never say those words aloud but they were just so freaking cute together.

“Come on let’s get you a drink.” Matt says, pulling me towards the bar. I’m looking around and I see all the people dancing and crawling all over each other. It’s this kind of sight which makes me hate these sorts of places. I just didn’t understand the need for people to give them impression that they want to have sex right in the middle of the dance floor, in front of everyone.

“So what can I get you?” I look up to see and incredibly good-looking guy. I would say he wasn’t much older than me. His hair is blond and he has blue eyes, but it wasn’t the same blonde as Matt’s. Its crop short and I feel as if he’s almost too groomed.

“I’ll have a beer; really don’t care what .You can choose.” Matt say and he throws a glare at the bartender. The guy at the bar seems a little stunned by something and his eyes go over us and he says.

“From New York?” I nod and my eyebrows furrow together. I can understand it’s easy to guess between and English and an American accent, but I wouldn’t know if they came from the north or south of England and he can tell where Matt it from.

“How? I mean I wouldn’t have a clue where you’re from.” He asks for Matt’s ID which he hands over and then makes the drink he turns to face me and says.

“It’s about the only American accent I know well, that and the south states, but there all pretty easy to get. What do you want?’ I look over at Matt who smirks and says.

‘She will have Vodka with coke. She’s crap with names.’ I give him my ID which he scans and his mouth falls open when he sees the name.

“Didn’t think I would ever see you in a club. I thought you're little miss goody two shoes.” He hands it back and turns around to grab a bottle before pouring me a drink. I thank him and chew on my lip and say.

“I am, but I promised my friends I would try to lighten up.”

“That’s not going to happen.” Matt says before taking a sip of his drink. I roll my eyes and glare at him. “Bella you are the American sweetheart. Everyone wants to know you. You make a promise you keep it and that’s how it’s always going to be.”

“I guess, but I don’t want to disappoint anyone.”

“Hey there’s nothing wrong in wanting to please people. So, you’re here before you go to college.”

“Yeah. It was a graduation presents from my father, me and my five friends and, then Matt.” I say and he cuts across me by saying.

“I always thought you got on.”

“When in public we do and at home, it’s just whether Matt’s with his friends or not.” I say honestly. I always tell people the truth, if they want to know. I wasn’t about to lie to someone, I didn’t believe in lying. I didn’t think it is right. I don’t understand why people feel the need to lie about such pointless thing to do.

“Well I’m Cody and it’s nice to meet you both. I think you’re the most famous people who have ever been in here.” he says this rather seriously and I’m not even sure if he is being honest or not, but my eyes flicker over Cody and I see trust in his eyes. I smile at him and he returns it.

“Well, this place must suck then.” Matt says and Cody lets out a small chuckle. I smile at Cody and mouth sorry, but he shrugs and says.

“Doesn’t really matter what you say. It makes enough money and so, I don’t really care.”

“So, you own this place?” Matt asks and he almost sounds impress by the whole thing. Cody just shakes his head and says.

‘Nah, I’m a partner. There’s me and I have a ten percent cut that's fine by me. It’s helping me pay off my student loans. There’s three other guys, but one of them get’s his son working here and his daughters around she helps out, but that’s not very much. He’s like your dad, but on a smaller scale.” I nod as I take another sip of my drink. “I have the smallest cut so, I have to work here. To be able to well have a life, even this takes most of my time.”

‘And then you have us who have never worked a day in our lives. Well, unless you count modelling.’ Matt says and I throw him a glare. Matt clearly didn’t like Cody and he’s coming off very unpleasant, and I didn’t like that. This guy was just some guy who wanted to make a name for himself and well he was working as hard as he could. Matt’s treating him like shit, and I didn’t like that. I didn’t like that one little bit. This is why I hate Matt sometimes because he is a self-centred jerk.

 “Yes, but you got fired, while I went ahead and quit.” I say, and this causes Cody to smirk and fight back from laughter which I could see was reaching the corner of his lips.

“Well, nice talk to you both. How long are you in here and maybe I see you around again?”

‘Three months.’ Cody sends me a smile before nodding his head at Matt and walks away. I turn to face Matt and he says giving me his signature smirk. ‘You are going to get drunk.’ I glare at him, before shaking my head.  Just the our conversation is interrupted by a guy shouting, I can only hear one side of the conversation.

“You’re got to be fucking kidding me...dad I don’t care about that...no shit...then piss off and never come back here ever again.” I look up, trying to locate the person shouting and I see a guy. I can’t say he is much older than me, maybe the same ages as Cody. He is standing in full view, right by the opening door which clearly goes in to the flat above the bar. I couldn’t see who he was shouting at, but I took in his appearance.

He's in a black shirt and dark blue jeans; he’s wearing a name tag which I couldn’t read at this very moment. My eyes went directly to his face and I feel my heart beat increase. I thought Cody was hot, but he was nothing compared to the guy before me. His hair was brown in color and it had a small quiff at the front; his eyes were brown and small, and it almost feel as if he was glaring at everything. The whole look of him made me think of models, and well he looks like he should be on the pages of a magazines instead of serving drinks.

“Bella. I don’t think you could handle a guy like him.” I hear Matt whisper in my ear, as my eyes went to him. I bite down on my lower lip, before I say.

“And why do you say that?” His face pulls into a grin and he says.

“That’s your typical bad boy. You think I’m bad well; I wouldn’t cause a scene in a public place. I also won’t shout at my father like that; you could do so much better than him. You’ll only get your heart-broken.’ My fingers tap on the edge on the bar and the guy starts to walk by me. He catches my eye, but makes no effort to make it that he’s registered me, just then a man comes in to view. I can see he’s the father, same eye, same hair and skin tone. He spots me watching me and he looks a little confused. He walks over and holds his hand out before saying.

“Jonathan O’Sullivan.” I shake his hand and mutter out my name. “I know who you are. I just wish my son was like you. His sister was never this much of a problem.”

“I guess he feels his sister got all the attention, and the only way he thought he could get you to look at him was by messing up all the time. Do you know my cousin Matt?”

“Nice to meet ya.” Matt says, he looks like he is enjoying the whole exchange and he likes anyone who knows me, because he knows that they guy must value our family rather highly, well it happens with most people over the age of thirty as anyone younger is clearly just for the gossip.

“You both have very strong accents. I don’t really hear that from your father.” Jonathan continues and my eyes flicker to Matt, who’s smile just grows. When it comes to Matt’s career he tends to put it before anything else, and so Matt tries to get on with anyone our parents have worked with, no matter how much money they ear, or anything like that.

“Have you met?” I ask taking a sip of my drink. Jonathan nods his head a little and I smile by the gesture when he says.

“Briefly, it was years ago though so, I doubt he would remember me. It was before your father had his fame and glory.” He continues and Matt just looks at him, trying to figure out his way in. Money is power, that’s what Matt says and he wants to make sure that he has money and people know who he is.

“He drops it when he’s in public, but at home you can hear he’s from down south, although now it’s mixed with a New York accent. I find it rather funny with some words.” I look at him and see him glancing at the door. “He’s your son, if he’s anything like Matt he will come around at some point.”

“Bella, what you don’t understand is that whoever that guy is about a billion times worse than me. At least I have an off switch from that brief little argument, no one’s found his yet.”

“He’s called Aiden. I thought about arranged marriage so, he reacted like that when I bring it up to him again.”

“That wouldn’t work. You need to let him be, give him time and space. If he’s mad, then don’t try to talk him into doing something, you know he won’t like. Matt’s is more of a brother than my cousin; he may not be as bad as Aiden, but Matt’s know as the play boy, the bad boy the whatever, but he has his family and friends who support him. I see you trying to get Aiden to behave and having him shouting at you, well it's clear that nothing ever going to work.” I didn’t really know where these words came from, I didn’t know much about how to treat your children and I was giving this guy some advice on how to deal with his son.

“You’re a smart girl. Maybe you could try talking to him.” My mouth falls open and I shake my head. I maybe fine calming Matt down, but he was right Aiden is a lot worst that Matt could ever be. Also, I doubt that I would be able to look at him without fainting or something along those lines. Guys have never been my strong point, unless they are friends or friends of friends, I’m not that great in talking to them. It’s properly the one of many reasons why I have never had a boyfriend.

“I’m not the best person to do that. Anyway I don’t like bad boys they freak me out a little.”

‘Look please just try; he’ll be outside smoking. If you can get him to work his shift I will be forever grateful.” I look at Matt whose smirking as he raises his glass to his lips. I look back a Jonathan and before I know what I’m doing I’m nodding my head slowly. He smiles as I slide off the stool and walk on to the streets of London city. I spot Aiden immediately; he’s to the right of the club, and is leaning against the wall blowing smoke into the air. I take a deep breath and walk over to him, he’s a little surprise, but his face is pulls into a smile.

“Now what can I do for a pretty girl like you.” He says taking another whiff of his cigarette. I take a deep breath.

“You’re Aiden O’Sullivan?” he nods and a smirk crosses his face. He leans closer to me and I feel his breath against my neck. I push him away. “You do that again and you’re being finding yourself in a court battle which you have no chance of you winning.” I whisper into the air. He smirks, but he pulls away and says.

“You know I’ve never fucked an American so, would you like to be a first.” I turn to walk away, but he grabs my arm. I look into his eyes and I lose my breath. He’s a jerk, he’s a jerk. How, can he see girls in this way?

‘”Let go of me, I don’t want to be compared to as an object, and I only came out here to talk sense into you, but little did I learn that you’re just a player. I hate players and what makes it worse is that you’ve chosen to be like this. You have no respect for your father; you have no respect for your mother and I rather die than have you tell me I’m pretty or something along those lines. Now I guess that you should go and work for your father, like a good little boy and you are never to touch me again.” He smirks like this and he pushes me against the wall. I feel his breath against my skin and he says in no more than a whispers.

“Princess I’d be careful. I know a lot more than you think. Your Isabelle Hardly, American’s sweetheart. Ten seconds in my presets and I’m already rubbing off on you. I’ll go back inside if you make me one promise.” I look up at him and bite down on my lip before nodding.

“You are to let me show you London because you need to see life in a fun side, not the I read books and care about school. You promised remember.” He gives me a wink, before walking back into the club, and I’m standing alone on the street, hating myself for trying to make everything turn out for the best.

I never let a guy come this close to me, one which I didn’t know and it was freaking me out. My eyes had fallen to the ground where is cigarette was slowly burning out. I could hear the music coming from the club, but my mind wasn’t on it. I’d made a promise and I’d always been the kind of to keep to her world. I was regretting it now.

I lean against the wall and my head begins to tap against it. It sends a small amount of pain around my head. My eyes were flickering up and down the street and I saw the many people wobbling up the road. Some drunk, and some sober, but my eyes flicker over them. My heart beat is becoming more noticeable every second I’m standing here. I compose myself, by taking a deep breath and walk back into the club.

Matt’s pushing a girl against the wall and I see his lips move over her skin in a rather sickly way. Jonathan is nowhere in sight. Aiden is frowning, but serving drinks to a couple before him.

I made my way to the bar and Aiden smirks in my direction as I take a seat. He places a glass of red wine and says.

“You’re not a girl to break a promise. Now what’s your number?” I glare at him. He's ‘the bad boy’, but all I’d seen was him being a total asshole. I grab the napkin on the side and wrote down my number before passing it to him. His face lights up and he tucks it in his pocket before flashing me another smile.

“I hope you happy. If anyone, but you call me than I’m afraid you will end up in court.” I didn’t really pull him to court the worst thing I will have to do is change my number and I wouldn’t mind taking calls from random people.

“I understand.” He says and he gives me a wink, which makes me want to throw up in my mouth.

“Now I’m going home. This really is not my scene.” I say sliding off the seat and I hear a light chuckle behind me. I roll my eyes before walking out the club and back towards the apartment.