AIDEN'S POV I stared at her impatiently the whole time she talked, then sent her back where she came from. Even though I didn’t like either of my sisters in law, they clearly had no idea what was really going on in my marriage. That was good. It meant Aurora had kept quiet. Sure, Henry, Daniel, and Devon knew the truth. I told them during poker night but they were on my side. Aurora jumped off Henry’s desk and put the red lollipop back in her mouth. “All right, hubby. Make it quick.” I took her to my office, then walked into the private room where the walls weren’t glass, so no one could see us and shut the door behind us then gave her a stern look. “What are you doing here?” “Having lunch with friends.” She pulled the lollipop from her mouth. The smell of watermelon filled the air, making my dick twitch. “Having a good day, hubs?” “Not really.” “Yeah, I saw the protest on the news.” She scrunched her little nose, the one I hoped our future kids would get. “That bill
AIDEN'S POV She made sense. That worried me because I was usually the logical one in every conversation. "You’re here now," I said. I wasn’t in the mood for sex,but I supposed we have to get it over with at some point.She smiled, licking her lollipop. Her lips were soft and tempting. "We’re not having sex in your bathroom. I respect myself more than that." "Are you sure?" I asked, half teasing, half serious. "So far, you’ve acted like a bride I ordered online. Bending over the sink wouldn’t be surprising." She laughed. She actually laughed then flipped her hair over one shoulder, turned around and said. "Goodbye, husband." She walked to the door seductively. Her walk was full of confidence and she knew exactly what she was doing. Nothing was shy or innocent about her now. I wasn’t used to women leaving before I told them they could. It annoyed me. Usually, my money and power kept them around. Watching her leave felt like she was taking something from me. "Aurora," I growl
AURORA'S POV My first problem? I didn’t know how to cook. My second problem? I actually believed making Aiden a homemade meal (which would probably taste awful) might change something between us. But my biggest and most urgent problem? I was pretty sure I was setting my husband’s kitchen on fire. Maybe this was karma punishing me for playing dirty. Once it was clear that Dear Husband wasn’t going to make the first move to see me, I decided to show up at his office and get a dinner date out of him. I was desperate to build a connection, while he was determined to keep his distance. It felt like having a sugar daddy who didn’t want to sleep with me. I got all the gifts, but not the man. The problem was, I wanted the man. The fancy shoes were nice, but not nice enough to make me scream their names in bed. I’d asked that it would be at his place because I wanted to be in his world, break down his walls, and force my way into his life. Plus , being married to someone who di
AURORA'S POV "I wasn’t. I wanted to impress you." "Maybe I wanted to poison you," I said, narrowing my eyes. Aiden's lips twitched, almost smiling. "The only person you could poison is yourself, like you did a few years ago. And even then, you messed it up." "Hey, I did a good job. It’s not my fault you saved me." "I still regret it." He playfully shoved me. I stepped back, keeping my eyes on him. "Listen, you tried cooking, and it was a disaster. I have a poker game soon, so we’ll have to skip the first course and go straight to the main event." "You planned a poker game tonight?" My eyes widened. He stepped closer, and I instinctively moved back. He was cornering me, trapping me while I struggled to think straight. "You weren’t hoping we’d cuddle and watch a romantic movie, were you, Flower Girl?" He gave me a mocking smile. I wanted to tell him to go to hell, but before I could, my back hit the kitchen island. Aiden grabbed my waist, lifted me, and placed me on the cold
AURORA’S POVHe moved closer, standing between my legs, still fully dressed and suddenly, the air felt tense, and I could feel the hair on my arms stand up with excitement.I leaned back on my arms, biting my lip. He pulled down his sweatpants, his eyes focused on something behind my head. He was trying not to be involved when it happened, avoiding touching or looking at me. He took his cock out of his underwear and I saw that he was hard, with a drop of cum on the tip.At least now I knew the problem wasn't that he wasn’t attracted to me. He positioned his cock toward my pussy, his face looking like someone about to face a hard fate, then slid all the way in at once, filling me completely. His eyes rolled, and he looked up at the ceiling as he tried not to make a sound.I wasn’t just wet, I was dripping because I was so aroused that I grabbed his face, turning it so he'd look at me. His nose flared, and his lips pressed tightly together. He didn’t move inside me. We both knew it felt
AURORA'S POV Feeling completely Embarrassed, I tied the back of my dress, put on my jacket and underwear, and left the kitchen to find my husband. During my tour, I observed that his house was really big, with curved halls, many doors, and stairs leading to the second floor. This was only my second time inside, and I had never gotten a real tour. I saw Peter by the door, talking to a man in khaki pants and a blue hoodie with a company name on it. They were going to the kitchen. Feeling like I was sneaking around, I quietly walked up the curved stairs before Peter saw me. The second floor was big and tall, like a church. Aiden’s house, like his parents’, was more old-fashioned and fancy than the modern homes you see on TV shows. I walked through the rooms, opening each door a little until I reached a pair of double doors, probably his room. I put my hand on the wood, not wanting to go in, but not wanting to leave without knowing what had just happened. This was important. We just
AURORA'S POV Henry: I hope you know that your husband is a jerk. Me: Trust me, You don't need to tell me because I already know. Henry: All polar bears are left-handed. Bet you didn’t know that. Henry: Also, related to that, your husband is a jerk who looks at his phone every five seconds. Are you two texting? Me: No. Henry: Weird. He always logs off during poker nights. Me: Can you do me a favor? Henry: What kind? I’m a married man. I know Kill is far from my perfection, so you missed out. Me: A: delusional. And B: not even if you were the last man alive. Henry: What’s the favor? Me: Watch him. Make sure he’s okay. Henry: And you care because? Me: He’s my husband. Henry: I thought it was just for show. Me: You’re wrong. Henry: Other than the phone thing, he seems like the same old Aiden to me. Smoking, drinking guy who just needs a hug and some good sex. Me: Night. Henry: Of course, silly. Aiden seemed fine in less than an hour. That was strange and worrying. But
AIDEN'S POV I stayed away from my wife for the rest of the week. That didn’t stop her from sending me daily messages about her dead aunt hiding in clouds every time the sky was clear. Her texts, like my prayers for a normal wife, stayed unanswered. She asked to meet a few times, even though I never replied. The idea of seeing her made me sick, so I ignored it until I felt calmer. But after seven days, my body still refused to settle down. At night, I couldn’t stop thinking about her under me. Realistically speaking , meeting her only once a week could still get her pregnant in a few months. To be safe, I made a chart of her possible ovulating days and decided to change the days I saw her each week to make sure I didn’t miss any chance but next time we met, I had to do a better job of controlling myself. I never meant to lose control the first time we had sex. But when I saw her naked breasts moving with each thrust and her lips open in pleasure, I lost all control like a
AIDEN'S POV She turned pale under her makeup and stepped back, almost falling. I reached out, grabbed her arm, and helped her stand. And still maintained the polite smile on my face to onlookers. "That’s what I thought. If you tell anyone that my wife visited her old grandmother in law, I’ll make sure everyone in America finds out your husband cheats on you. Have a good night, Mrs. Landon." "Aurora will sleep at my house tonight. No need to stop at her apartment," I told my driver as we got into the back of the car. Aurora took off her high heels with a happy sigh then leaned her head against the cool leather seat, too tired to talk about what just happened. She had danced with every important man at the party tonight. She was passed from one man to another, like a shiny toy. Everyone wanted to see the woman who had won over The Villain. Since most people had stopped trying to talk to me, Flower Girl was the next best thing. "Looks like you’re starting to like me," she said,
AIDEN'S POV If Aurora felt weird, she didn’t show it. She put her hand in Herold’s. I had to try really hard not to jump in and pull her away from him.It was just a dance. And maybe it was good practice because one day, I’d have to see her with someone else. That would happen in a few years, after she gave me kids and finally gave up on me and my cold heart.We’d end up like my parents. Polite strangers, staying together only because of deals, shared stuff, and what people expected.Now I was stuck alone with horse faced Morgana and her annoying twins. Morgana leaned on the bar with a sly smile and lipstick that didn’t look right.“She’s sweet,” she said.“She’s fine,” I answered.I should have looked away from Aurora in Herold’s arms, but I couldn’t. Watching them made me feel strange. My head started to hurt. Mrs. Landon’s eyes lit up with interest.“That’s not a great thing to say about a wife you can’t stop staring at. How’s married life so far?”I looked at her face. No wonder
AIDEN'S POV One reason I really liked Aurora was because she had very good manners. She stood up, gave a friendly smile, and held out her hand to my enemy, even though she didn’t have to. “Aurora King. Nice to meet you.” “Herold Landon, and this is my wife, Morgana. I think you’ve already met my sons, Tinder and Tree.” “They made quite an entrance.” Aurora laughed and gently brushed Tinder’s wet hair out of his face. Don’t touch his kid. “I’m bored. Can you play with me, princess?” Tinder pulled on my wife’s dress, still wet from the champagne he made her spill. I wasn’t jealous of a five-year-old. I really wasn’t. Even if the way my wife looked at him made me annoyed. “This place is boring, huh?”. She then winked at him like they shared a secret. “ So, let’s go find something fun and exciting to do.” “No, thank you. We still need to say hi to some people.” Morgana pulled her kids closer. She was having a hard time keeping them still. She looked plain, especially next to my
AIDEN'S POV “You held my hand the whole drive, since you took the contract from me.” I looked down and quickly pulled away from her. “Didn’t notice.” “You look good when you’re flustered.” “I swear, Aurora, I’ll send you to your precious Namibia if you don’t stop annoying me.” “So now I annoy you all the time.” Her blue eyes sparkled. “That’s one feeling. Twenty-six more to go!” There are twenty-seven feelings? That seemed impossible. No wonder most people were completely useless. The driver opened the back door. I got out first, holding my wife’s delicate hand as the cameras flashed, wanting more of the woman who chose to be with The Villain. I put my wife behind me and walked past the cameras, using my body to block the bright flashes so she wouldn’t trip and embarrass me. It was showtime. The charity ball reminded me why I didn’t like being around people. At least not outside the bedroom. A heavy cloud of perfume filled the air above perfectly styled hair. The marble fl
AIDEN'S POV She tried to challenge me with deep thoughts, which made her cute enough to want. But honestly, I didn’t need much reason to want her. I often thought about what her pussy tasted like. After the card game on the ranch, I licked my fingers, and her scent alone made me incredibly turned on. “It’s okay if you don’t want to take any chances,” she said, about to put the contract back in her bag. “There’s no such thing as a soul,” I said flatly. “In that case, I’d like to buy yours,” she said. “How did it end on that TV show?” I leaned back and twirled my cigar. “Billions?” She looked puzzled. “The girl who thinks like you signed the contract, showing she really didn’t believe in her soul.” “Amateur mistake.” I held my cigar with my teeth and used my hands to adjust the necklace around my wife’s neck so the clasp wouldn’t show. “The first rule in business is supply and demand. You put a price on something based on how others see it. My beliefs don’t matter. You think so
AIDEN'S POV Devon: We need to buy some time. Sit down with Landon and make a deal. Me: Wrong number. Devon: You pay me for good advice. My advice is to sign a quiet deal and figure out your long-term plan after you handle this problem. Me: The only thing Landon will get from me is something that’ll send him to surgery. He hurt me once. This time, I’d be the one hurting him. Devon: I get that you hate him, Aiden, but we were young. Give him some money, make him feel good, and move on with your life. You could lose your CEO job, a lot of money, and face jail time if you mess with this trial. Me: He was a monster who made me a better monster. Now we are both dangerous. Let’s see who can cause more damage. I threw my phone on the leather seat and looked out the window of the car. Herold wasn’t going to stop until he saw me lose everything. It wasn’t about money. It never was for me. It was about being a better CEO than my father, because he was better than his father. A long ti
AURORA'S POV Aiden picked up his new cards just as I reached my peak. I grabbed his thick wrist under the table, guiding his hand to where I needed it most and began riding his hand in a wave like motion. My climax hit deep. All my muscles got tight, I stopped breathing, and my mouth opened and I orgasmed as if a strong earthquake ran through my whole body “Are you sure you're okay, Aurora? You look like you're in pain,” Ariella asked gently while my eyes were still shut. I blinked, feeling dazed and pleased. “Just another cramp. Sorry.” I Knew my cheeks were red due to my blushing. Aiden threw a card into the pile, then picked another, looking calm and uninterested. He slowly moved his hand away from between my legs, pulling my panties back into place. He wiped my wetness on my thigh and fixed my dress to hide the evidence. “I think I need to walk a bit. Stretch my legs.” I stood up quickly. “Anyone want something from the kitchen?” “Cognac,” Aiden said, still focused on his
AURORA'S POV Thirty minutes later, everyone was focused on the game. Sandy, the most competitive woman, kept wiping her forehead every time she drew a card. Annabelle didn’t join the conversation, keeping her focus on the game. My husband sat in his chair, looking bored and relaxed, occasionally saying something about the stock market, which Henry and Devon talked about for a long time. “So, you want a divorce?” Aiden’s deep voice made me feel it in my body. He picked up the conversation we had earlier when I asked him to let me go if he was going to keep ignoring me. “If I’m just going to spend my life chasing you, begging you to sleep with me, then yes, I want a divorce. You should’ve never married me if you don’t find me attractive.” “I do find you attractive but the problem is I find you too attractive.” He said then frowned at the card he drew, acting like it was just business. “I’m confused,” I said even though I was anything but. I just wanted him to say something nice. B
AURORA'S POV Aiden was stacking his chips slowly, not even looking at her. I didn’t even know how to play poker, so both of them were being silly. “I swear to God, Aiden” “Leave it alone.” My husband looked up from his chips. “Her ex boyfriend once lost everything she owned in a poker game. Think she wants to remember that, genius?” Nobody said anything after that. He picked up the cards Henry gave him and shook his head. “Yeah. That’s what I thought.” “If I were her, I’d still play, just to annoy you,” my sister Annabelle said. The fire in her tone was gone. Everyone else at the table was playing except Ariella and me. “That’s the difference. You’re not her. That’s why she’s married to a billionaire, and you run a club with dancers,” Aiden said flatly, his sharp eyes focused on his cards. “Madame Mayhem is classy. Burlesque is not the same as stripping, jerk.” Annabelle blew a raspberry at him. “I like burlesque,” Devon groaned and shifted in his seat. “You’d lik