Flaw (The Flaw Series) by Ryan Ringbloom Read Free Book Online

only for a few minutes because then Josh will be home and he’ll take over. That’s who she’s coming over to see anyway. She wants to meet him so they can talk about him getting a job at Twisted. Please,” Becca pleads, leaving me no choice but to agree.
    “Fine, but Josh has ten minutes. That’s all I’m willing to entertain her for.” I look around the apartment; it’s not that bad. Living with a roommate has forced me into a somewhat neater lifestyle.
    “Thank you. I love you. You’re the best.”
    “Yeah, whatever, I’m the best. Just make sure he gets his ass home.” I hang up the phone and look for my sunglasses. I slide on a pair of mirrored aviators. I’m sure I’ll answer the door and spend ten minutes with a girl who avoids looking at me, all the while wondering why I’m wearing glasses inside. She won’t say anything, though. They never do, but I’ll know she’ll be thinking it. Hopefully the girl won’t show up on time and Josh will be back by then. He can take care of his own shit.
    There’s a knock on the door. Of course, right on time.
    I open the door, ready to begin the ten minute nightmare. In the dimly lit hall to our apartment I’m greeted by the whipping of long brown hair being swung around. A slow motion hair toss. I recognize her instantly, the girl from the shop, the one who tried to earn the label of “the nice one,” the one who was going to let me tattoo her.
    “Hi, I’m Jordyn Sharpe. Are you Aidan?” She extends her hand out for me to shake and I nod my head, shaking her hand. I know she must recognize me from the shop. I’m not one of those faces people tend to forget. “Becca told me she wasn’t going to make it in time and Josh is running late.” Jordyn says, her hair still moving. She shakes her neck to toss the hair back and forth, then reaches up and slides a finger into the silky locks, tucking a strand behind her ear. Beautiful eyes stare right into my concealed ones. “Are you going somewhere?” she asks.
    “No,” I manage to squeeze out.
    “Then why are you wearing sunglasses? We’re inside and it’s dark.”
    I’ve never had someone question me. I know even with the glasses on my scar is still extremely visible. Most people notice it right away and it shuts them right up, immediately feeling bad for the poor disfigured guy with the screwed up face.
    “I feel more comfortable in them,” I say. Aside from the waist length, perfect flowing hair and the big amber eyes so filled with gold specs that they glimmer, her complexion is smooth and flawless. Perfect creamy skin and full round red lips. Polished business-like attire, white button down blouse, the first two buttons undone exposing more smooth skin and a strand of white pearls. She pulls down on her fitted skirt that ends right above the knee and brings two high heeled feet together, clicking her heels.
    “May I sit?” she asks.
    “Of course, please.” I should have offered that right away. “Can I get you something to drink?”
    “No, thank you.” She looks directly at me. Taking a seat in Josh’s leather chair, she sits perfectly poised and straight, her legs crossed at the ankles. With her hands folded neatly in her lap, she gives me a polite smile. “Would you mind taking those glasses off? I find it very distracting to have you wearing them if we’re going to sit here and make small talk.”
    My heart’s racing but it has been since the second I opened the door to this beautiful vision. I’m powerless and slide the glasses from my face. Even though she’s seen it before, I brace myself for her reaction. The drooping eye and the red jagged scar leading out of it. She’ll probably ask me to put them back on any second.
    “Much better,” she says, easing back into the seat. “I feel like I can concentrate on you now and not my reflection.”
    She seems relaxed. I’m anything but.
    “How did your tattoo turn out?” I ask. “Did you get a pretty butterfly?”
    “Oh, so