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
He knelt between her legs, and in that moment, Elena felt like the most powerful woman in the world, for Granger was on his knees before her. And he was, in every possible way.Aaron's fingers traced the delicate fabric of Elena's lace panties and pulled them down her legs. It didn't take long for her to be naked.Having Elena the way he wanted, the way he had dreamed for several days, the way he fantasized in the shower and during lonely nights, Aaron leaned in. His face was positioned between the woman's legs, and Elena placed them over the man's broad shoulders."You have no idea how much I've longed to taste you again, Principessa."The instant his tongue found the woman's moisture, pure moans were heard. That sound was like gasoline for the man's hunger, which was summed up in flames.He couldn't believe that someone could be so beautiful. But she could, even more so without her clothes. Every detail of Elena was important, memorable, praiseworthy. The well-defined curves, wrappe
The next morning, Elena awoke to the sound of noises coming from the apartment's bathroom. It took her a few seconds to acclimate to the surroundings. The brightness of Sin City fell upon her through the large windows.Elena was lying naked on a soft layer of white comforters, slightly warmed and illuminated by the sunlight. Urban sounds were familiar to her, but in that part of the city, they seemed more intense.And when she realized what had happened the night before, she expected to be hit by regret. She waited for all of Damon's words to lash her soul, and for the feeling of guilt to scream in her ears. But it didn't happen. Elena couldn't bring herself to feel bad for what she had done.She knew she was taking more risks than she should, and that if Damon found out, he would make her suffer even more. But that wasn't enough to make her regret having another night with Granger.The beautiful woman lazily opened her eyes, looking around to find something familiar. It didn't tak
Ana's presence stirred a mixture of relief and anxiety within Elena. "Excuse me," Ana's voice cut through the quiet of the office as she stepped inside. "Is everything okay?" Elena's heart skipped a beat at the sound of Ana's voice. She hadn't spoken to her since the tumultuous night at the club. "Yes," Elena replied, her tone composed. "Thank you for covering for me." Ana offered a reassuring smile, her gaze reflecting understanding. "Don't worry. I'm not on Mr. Donovan's side." Though Ana's words were meant to provide solace, they did little to ease Elena's nerves. The reminder of Damon's looming presence cast a shadow over the room, overshadowing any sense of reassurance. "But, Elena?" Ana's voice softened, her concern palpable. "Mr. Donovan just arrived. He's heading up and wants to talk to you." Elena's stomach churned with a mixture of dread and anticipation. The sudden news of Damon's return sent a jolt of anxiety coursing through her veins. "Did he come back from his tri
Elena RoseFord epitomized beauty in every sense. Her long brown locks, set against her porcelain skin, made her appear like a mirage, unlike any other woman. People wondered if she could be as beautiful as she appeared, and indeed she could. It was impossible to look at her just once.Upon arriving at the luxurious The Cosmopolitan, a hotel with an elegant casino facing the Planet Hollywood, the limousine halted in front of the red carpet laid out before the building. The modernist-inspired hotel would host the event organized to honor the last charity auction of the year.The lights blurred Elena's vision. The spotlights aimed at the front of the building gave it the distinctive aura that only a Las Vegas construction could have. Dozens of photographers were also present to capture the guests' arrivals. However, the venue's security ensured they entered safely amidst the crowd. Damon and Elena flashed fake smiles for the photos and proceeded inside.Elena wore a red satin Porsche
Wow. The murmurs around the hall began to increase. This would be the highest bid of the night, and it would certainly go down in the event's history. Damon smiled at Elena's victory because, in his mind, it was his victory. He was willing to make a large donation and set a record, and she helped him. Elena had scored a positive point on her husband's scoreboard. The master of ceremonies waited for a response from Aaron; however, the man merely nodded in the negative. "Going once. Going twice. Going three times. Sold to the lady in red at table five, for the modest sum of one million dollars. Ladies and gentlemen, we have a record holder among us." The hall erupted in applause as the bottle of cognac was sold. Elena's heart pounded at the same intensity as the claps, and she managed only to smile politely. This was a televised event, and some cameras turned to the beautiful girl when she won. The master of ceremonies said a few more things about the bid, and then announced the
"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