Desired by All and He Threw Away 17

Taylor’s POV 

Aiden ends his call with a single, clipped word. A moment later, my own phone vibrates. 

Aiden: Memorize this. You’ll need it for the press conference. Attached is a document a speech, long and perfectly polished, written in that calculated tone he’s mastered. 

Every sentence written is design to make him look so untouchable. My stomach tightens as i scroll through the lines. The words blur together “Aiden is one of the most driven, dedicated people I’ve ever met. 

He’s passionate about his love ones, about his work, and about making a difference those around him. 

I’m one of those “people,” apparently. 

not just in his company, but in the lives of 

My throat feels dry.I have never stood in front of a press room before let alone one full of cameras flashing like judgmental stars.I take a slow breath forcing myself to stay focus. 

the faint hum of the city leaks through the tall windows and I can almost hear my own pulse in the quiet. 

“You’ve handled worse” I whisper under my breath, though I’m not sure I believe it.On my way down I start studying the script. 

The car ride to the conference feels endless – tinted windows and silence thick with unspoken things.Aiden sits beside me so absorb in his phone i cant help but notice how sharp his jaw is in the light filtering through the glass. 

He doesnt even look nervous. He never does. As i steal a glance at him, trying to read his expression. But he’s all restraint and poise like a perfect storm bottled behind a calm surface. When the car stops, Aiden turns to me briefly. 

“I need to check in with my security team. Go ahead inside – I’ll find you, when Im done.” 

“Inside?” I repeat, my voice smaller than I intend. 

“Yes. You’ll be fine.” Before I can even argue the door clicks open. 

The moment i step into the building, i feel so out of place. The air smells like money and expensive perfume. glass walls gleam under soft gold lights and people walking pass me like im invisible in sleek suits all confidence and in designer heels. 

No one greets me.no one even looks my way. I stand near the entrance scanning faces but I recognize no one – just Aiden’s world of polished professionals and fake smiles.my sneakers squeak faintly against the marble floor. 

Then a woman in a tailored navy suit spots me.Her red lipstick glows under the lights as she narrows her eyes. 

“Excuse me,” she says sharply marching toward me. “This area is restricted.” 

“Oh, Im with Aiden Kincaid” 

She cuts me off with a sneer. rude. “Right. And I’m with the royal family.” she says sarcastically. Her gaze begin to sweeps over my T–shirt and ripped jeans her lip curling. “We don’t allow fans i side. Security!” 

two guards approach almost instantly, big and stone face. “I think here is a misunderstanding,” I try to say but my voice shake as I step back. “Aiden i mean Mr. Kincaid–he brought me with him.” 

The woman laughs, short and cruel. “Sweetheart, Mr. Kincaid doen’t ‘bring‘ anyone. Especially not… whatever this is,” Her eyes trail down my clothes like they’re contagious. “Do us all a favor and take your little groupie act outside before I have you dragged.” 

The guards move closer, one of them reaches for my arm.Panic jols through me heat crawling up my neck. “I’m telling you, i’m 

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“Let her go.” 

Aiden’s voice slices through the air- low, lethal and unmistakabl The woman freezes midstep. the color drains from her face 

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as Aiden starts to approach us with an expression carved from ice. 

“Mr. Kincaid, I–she was-” 

“I said,” his tone hardens, “let her go.” the guards drop their hands immediately. 

The woman stammers “I didn’t realize-” 

Aiden’s gaze doesn’t waver. “You didn’t think. Next time, do that before embarrassing yourself in my building.” her jaw trembles as he turns away,dismissing her without another glance. 

“come with me, “he says to me quietly,not looking back. 

i follow him through a narrow corridor my pulse still racing. the air smells faintly of coffee and cosmetics the prep area for his 

team. 

He opens a door and gestures inside. “You’ll get ready here.” the room starts to hums with soft chatter and clicking brushes.a makeup artist looks up startled when she sees me then glances at Aiden, who just nods once. 

“She iswith me, “he says simply. In minutes, they get to work – hands gentle, movements precise.Brushes sweep across my skin applying cool foundation to smooth away traces of anxiety.A faint scent of rosewater fills the air.someone curls my hair while another dusts shimmer on my eyelids. 

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