The beautiful woman realized that this was relevant information. So he wasn't a man completely immune to everything and everyone. Aaron dealt with lawsuits, and perhaps this was the first time he had talked about them.
"Want to talk more about it?" she inquired.
"Are you going to sell this information too?"
"No. I'll create a tabloid with exclusive news about you," she laughed. "Billionaire Aaron Granger admits to making sexual jokes to his partners and gets sued for it."
He chuckled.
The Lamborghini was parked in front of the mansion where Elena lived. The house was completely dark, exactly as she had left it before leaving. That meant Damon hadn't returned home yet.
The woman av
Elena's eyes widened in shock."Why, Damon?" she asked, her voice trembling.'Fuck Damon''Fuck this marriage'"It's one of my conditions, so you'll know who's in charge here," he replied coldly. Damon watched with a cold detachment, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction at the display of submission before him. To him, it was a demonstration of his dominance, a reminder of who held the power.Her breath caught in her throat as she processed his demand. It was degrading, humiliating. Yet, she knew that resistance would only invite further punishment.With a trembling hand, Elena leaned forward, her lips hovering just above the check, hesitating for a moment before finally compl
It didn't take long for them to get into the groove too, moving as if they were choreographing a dance. It was a beautiful sight. Will and Elena had synchronization, rhythm, connection, passion. She was pure sensuality. He was the perfect embodiment of skill.Their bodies danced, and as they danced, they became more and more immersed in the moment.The dress of the beautiful woman clung to her body. As she danced, the fabric threatened to show more than it should. Her entire anatomy was synchronized; from the delicate hands to the well-defined legs. What she was doing was talented and pleasing to the eyes.To say that the men around her desired her would be an understatement; they idolized her."I need water, babe. If any trouble comes near, tell them we're d
"Aaron," she sighed, tired. "You must have realized by now that my marriage isn't perfect, but still, it's a marriage and it deserves respect," she said. "I can't just act as I please and betray Damon behind his back, like you want me to do." Elena looked up at the sky, searching for the courage to continue. "I did it once, I know! But I paid a high price for it." "Be direct, please," Aaron requested. "I don't accept you as my lover, Aaron. I won't be the married whore who fills your spare moments, and I'm sorry if I made it seem like I would," she said. "So I need to know. Do you truly want me, or do you just want to have an affair? Make up your mind, Aaron." Elena crossed her arms at chest level, as any determined woman would. Aaron closed the distance between them, which wasn't much. At that moment, the man's mind was wandering in Elena's words. He would indeed like to be a cad; to ignore the beautiful woman, to use her when it was convenient, to think of her only in spare mom
"Because..." Elena knew there was no easy answer. She couldn't say she was trapped by Damon. "Because I'm not going to trade Damon for another man. What I had with you was a one-night stand, and it would be best if you understood that," Elena lied. "Now, when I want to have sex with a man, I'll do it with my husband or any other man I find." Elena finally met Aaron's eyes. "Are you sure?" he said coldly. The car arrived, the driver got out, and opened the door for Elena. "I went to the brothel, lied about my name, slept with you, paid you, and left," she said. "Don't look for me again, Mr. Granger. Our affair ended the day it began." It took all of Elena's strength to say that. Then, she got into the car without looking back. ** She closed her eyes tightly, clinging to him and his scent. All the excitement she had felt when Granger was sucking on her came back violently. The sensation was different, strange, but still sinfully good. "I'm going to..." she murmured, throwing h
He carried a bag on his side, and his attire reinforced the stereotype of an experienced cop, not overly concerned with dressing well. On the other hand, Aaron's navy blue suit was a true masterpiece of haute couture. Aaron wasn't just known for having a lot of money. He was known for being extremely influential. If he wore clothes, he made waves in the fashion world. If he drove a car, he made waves in the automotive world. "I imagine you have a recorder in your right pocket," Granger retorted. "Wrong. It's in my left pocket," Spencer sat down in one of the two armchairs in front of the desk, not even waiting for a formal invitation. He had visited that office so many times that he knew it like the back of his hand. "Feel free to sit," Aaron quipped. "You're so polite, Mr. Granger," "I insist. You're such a beloved figure," Aaron remained in the same position, leaning back, tapping his rings against the desk, and staring at the inspector. This would be the most invigorating
In that moment, Aaron embodied a contradiction in motion. He was both the fierce blaze that ignited passions and the icy fortress that shielded him from vulnerability. "Mr. Granger, Mr. Carter," Clint greeted. Aaron took his seat at the head of the table and signaled for the director to begin the meeting. He felt Elena's gaze on him, but he didn't even look in her direction. If Elena wanted to act as if it had been just one damn night, then so be it. "Mr. Granger, the communicators we are developing are small telephone devices that work in isolated areas where the normal telephone signal does not reach. This long-distance communication system will be beneficial for remote rural areas, high mountains, and less developed countries," the director said. "But there's also the anticipation of something bigger. It can also serve to improve communication systems on submarines and airplanes. In other words, we can innovate the aerospace market." Aaron nodded. After Spencer's visit, he w
Elena had been nervous around him before, but next to his body, she felt herself melting. The idea that a man in black, as handsome as a god, had effortlessly won her over, claiming her body as if he had possessed it since forever, didn't seem real. Being faithful to Damon had always been easy for Elena. She had never been attracted to any man, not even her husband. But it was becoming increasingly difficult to remain faithful to her marriage when Damon was becoming more of a jerk and Aaron was becoming more seductive. He squeezed his fingers on her skin, both on her throat and waist, and a sigh close to a moan was her response. Elena surrendered, wishing with all her might that this embrace would never end. "All my principles are shattered with you," she confessed. The man pushed her back until he had her like a prey, trapped between the elevator wall and his strong body. And when he leaned in, pressing the rigid body against the soft one, Elena felt all his magnitude. She clos
She wanted to ignore it and leave, telling herself that the act had been just a moment of irrationality. But beyond the words, the presumptuous tone of voice seemed attractive to her. And, to the surprise of the beautiful woman, Aaron rose from his leather armchair and walked a few steps until he reached her. The height difference between them was favorable. He grabbed Elena's forearm and pulled her towards himself. The impact between their bodies was electrifying, something they weren't prepared to feel. The woman's free hand followed to the man's chest, on pure instinct. His rigid skin cradled her soft palm, like a perfect fit. 'This feels so good' "I came to apologize," the beautiful woman's voice was weak, somewhat whispered. "I like your lies, but I want to know the truth. Why did you ask Will for my address?" They knew what would come next, and nothing could be written in a sacred book. The next contact was caused by Aaron's fingertips sliding across Elena's face. He
"It's okay" He whispered to reassure his daughter, gently rocking the baby in his arms.The girl had an inexplicable connection with her father. Every time he heard the man's voice, he stopped crying, and had been doing so since he was born. In some cases, she even attempted a smile, which always made Aaron melt.A few minutes after changing his daughter's diaper, Aaron was sitting on the armchair next to her crib. He told a story to get the girl to go back to sleep."The princess was the most beautiful girl in the kingdom, and she had never found a prince to marry..." he told her in a low voice while she looked at him with large blue halos. "The princes tried hard to get her attention, but she didn't want them" Aaron paused briefly to observe his daughter's expression, who was welcomed into her father's arms. "There was also a... a toad. Yes, a toad" he tested the term on his lips.While Aaron was presenting a story to his daughter, Elena was in the doorway, leaning against the doorf
"He is sure?" This question, coming from Aaron, actually surprises me."All the certainty in the world" I guarantee.Aaron pulls me onto his lap and his hands rest on my ass as we find ourselves again in an intense kiss.He goes down and runs his nose along the length of my neck, then places a tender kiss on the spot. All the blood in my body ignites and I see my inner goddess more than connected. Aaron trails his kisses down my lap, until he reaches my breasts. I grab his hair and pull him against me. His hot breath hitting my skin wreaks havoc on my self control.I move my hips in slow circles over his considerably large erection. Aaron lets out a muffled moan above me."Elena" my name is a prayer on your lips. Completely dominated by repressed desire, I move my hands down until I find the edge of my pajamas. His hands squeeze my ass tighter as I try to lower the fabric.We remained staring at each other for a few minutes. I rest my forehead against his when I finally pull down his
"Good morning" I respond with a smile.I do not know how to deal with this phase of ours. It feels strange to go back to the way we were, and it also feels wrong to walk away.I get up, even though I want to spend the rest of the day in bed, and walk to the living room.Aaron is sitting on the floor on the shag rug while typing something on his Mac. He appears to be very focused despite the casual setting and sweatpants."Hi" greeting.He stops for a moment and takes me in completely, letting his eyes roam from my feet to my eyes. "Did you sleep well?" It's your first concern."I tried" I shrug. I approach him slowly, not wanting to force our shaken intimacy."Hungry?" He asks. I think the last reasonably acceptable food I ate was yesterday's lunch, still at home."A lot" I answer sincerely. I sit on the sofa, very close to him."I didn't order breakfast before because I thought I would wake up late" he smiles sideways, a little embarrassed. I could say it's almost cute to see him lik
"Elena" Aaron calls. He lifts my chin with his fingertips, analyzing every detail of my face. We both know our situation as a couple, but this moment seems beyond normal. Looking at him after thinking I would be killed is like balm for my scars."I've had all the shit I could handle for one day and now I am in a hospital. When I stop and think about everything that happened, I feel so confused. I just need to rest and maybe forget… everything" I mutter quietly, letting it out.I let the tears flow down my eyes. It's a very heavy load that I've borne alone since I woke up today. I tried to be strong and push through, but with him here, I want to share. I want to forget everything, I feel ready for that.He closes his eyes, as if my pain consumes him."I am sorry" he asks in a whisper. I shake my head positively, several times. "It was my fault, the fault of the enemies I made. You shouldn't be here. I failed to protect you." Aaron says without looking me in the eye.I look for his face
I stagger to my feet, moving away from him. I still think about running, but I wouldn't be faster running than him running. Damon tries to grab my arm once again, but I quickly move away from his touch."Your death won't be quick, I want to savor it" he says. "Don't be useless, Kisha" Damon now addresses the woman who is still on the ground.She looks at him with a bad expression, one of pure hatred and remorse. Kisha gets up and picks up the revolver she dropped on the floor."Build a fire, I need closure for this bitch” he mutters and turns his gaze to me. My stomach turns with the disgust I feel hearing him quote me like that."Stay away from me, you disgusting thing” I whisper.He leans down and grabs the lapels of my coat. My face is close to yours and I can feel your hot alcoholic breath hit my cheek.I turn my face to the side, avoiding his gaze."Look at me, RoseFord" he asks in a firm voice. I do not look at him and, in response, he pulls my coat tighter, bringing my body clo
Perhaps Damon Donovan's death was God's mercy, for if I had laid hands on him, I would have torn him apart, just like Kisha. Any insult seems little to such a son of a bitch.It doesn't take a genius to know that, after Damon's death and Elena's disappearance, Kisha is involved.I open the door and go out, I need air. Breathing is difficult knowing that I do not have my wife with me, that's why I say I prefer her to oxygen, I need her more.I walk back and forth on the sidewalk. When will this hell end? When will I hold my son in my arms and look at my beautiful wife at the same time, without worrying about some maniac after my happiness?I feel the cell phone vibrate again. I answer before I even look at the caller ID."Granger" I say between nervousness and impatience."Aaron" his sweet voice fills my ears.It's her.For a moment, I think it's a hallucination. Am I really hearing your voice? A tired, low and unwelcoming tone, but it's her voice."Elena" I call in a whisper. I hear t
AARON’ POVIn my office."Sir" Welch greets, asking for the floor. With a gesture of my hand, I ask him to continue. I am in my alert mode, any information that gives me the slightest hope is valid. "We still do not have concrete information. All we can do is wait"I walk to the edge of the table and lean over it, spreading my hands across the wood. When Damon Donovan manages to get to Elena all they ask me is to calm down?"Everything that could be done was done, sir. She left her cell phone at EP and we traced her last call, it was to Anastasia" Welch murmurs."And what can be done from this?" I ask. They look at each other for a second and I get my answer in the silence; anything. "Where is the son of a bitch?" I ask, to no one in specific.Wait… wait… to hell with waiting! How the fuck can I sit around and wait for news?"Tracking Damon Donovan's cell phone turned up nothing" Welch mutters. He is sitting in a chair in front of my desk. "But…" he pauses for a second, as if he's get
"You are lying!" I turn to him with all the conviction in the world to defend my friend. I walk a few steps towards him in a moment of shock. This bastard has to be lying. Anastasia would never do that to me… would she? "She’s not like you” I assure you."Ana, please come in" is all he says, sporting a horrifying smile.And then I watch the world fall at my feet as the door is unlocked and opened. Anastasia enters the office as if she were another person, someone completely unknown to me. His posture is low, his gaze is calm, his clothes are not very elaborate and his expression is dead."That look of yours is killing me, darling. No need to feel so bad, I am sure your pathetic marital problems were the height of Anastasia's days.""You son of a bitch! How could you do this to me?" I ask."He didn't do anything that you didn't allow, Elena. But I didn't come here to bring you another family problem, but a solution""Fuck you, Damon. Everything you've done has destabilized me enough. I
The comfortable fabric makes me live in a utopia for a few seconds, until I hear the sound of the doorknob being turned. Flashbacks run through my mind and my first concern is the dot.I position myself sitting, crossing my legs. I turn on the bedside lamp and wait until Aaron enters."Hi” he murmurs. I do not answer, because what I want to say goes far beyond two letters. "It’s okay with you…you two” his tone is low and almost melodic. Aaron walks over to the bed and sits on the edge of the mattress, relatively far away from me."What happened?" Whisper."You fainted and had a bleed, you need to do some tests to get a certain result, but the obstetrician believes that this has to do with everything that has been happening in your life"Your low posture says a lot about your mood. Aaron is extremely tired; sold off."You mean… all the shit I’ve been through” I correct."Elena, please""No, Aaron. Don't ask me please, do not ask me to calm down, do not ask me for time, do not ask me fo