Alexia's POV
"What the hell is wrong with you?!" I shouted, glaring at Aiden as he drove like a maniac, his knuckles turning white from how tightly he was gripping the wheel.
Why the hell was he angry? I was the one who had been dragged—no, thrown—into his car like I was some misbehaving child. I had a little free time, I wasn't breaking any damn laws, and yet here he was, acting like I had committed some unforgivable sin.
His jaw was clenched so tightly I thought his teeth might shatter. His whole body was rigid, his eyes locked on the road like he was barely restraining himself from going off on me.
"You're seriously not going to answer me?" I scoffed, crossing my arms. "You storm into my day, embarrass me in front of Mike, throw me over your damn shoulder like some caveman, and now you're giving me the silent treatment?"
