Aiden asked as he dropped me slowly to my feet. “What’s wrong?”I couldn’t answer him because I was in shock. My anger hit me hard and a red film covered my eyes.“Aly?” he said again, his voice full of concern as he turned around to see what had rendered me speechless.I finally managed to close my mouth, but was still unable to tear my eyes from the man who’d sweet-talked me, wined and dined me, kissed and groped me, then finger-fucked me before walking out. Seeing him brought back the rawness of it all—the lies, the deceit, everything.“That’s Barrett,” I whispered harshly.“What?” Aiden asked incredulously as he switched between the two of us.“That man there”—I pointed straight at the man who had the audacity to scowl at me—”that is Barrett fucking Matthews. The man paid to fuck with me.”“That’s Mark Lucas,” Aiden replied, his brows furrowed. “He was on my flight.”“No, he’s not,” I argued, as I moved to the side to get a better look at Barrett.“Alyssa,”
