Semua Bab Aria's Choice: Bab 91 - Bab 100

His room is already decorated with candles and rose petals everywhere. Champagne sits in a bucket of ice, with two glasses on standby. The room’s scent alone screams romance, and then taking in the sight before me, it has my heartbeat quickening. He’s really thought of this part, and he’s made it special, even without knowing whether I’d forgive him or not. He kicks the door closed with his foot and then carries me over to the bed. Slowly, he lets me down, so I’m standing before him. No words come out of his mouth as he brushes a few stray hairs away from my eyes while gazing into their depths for a moment. His head dips at a slow place until his lips brush across mine gently at first, but as soon as I open for him, he pulls me against him and deepens the kiss. I feel the zipper on the back of my dress come down, and then the dress drops to my hips. I’m not wearing a bra underneath because the dress hadn’t called for one, so I stand here, my chest exposed, rubbing against Knox’

I’m on the third dress and it’s still not the right one. I know they all like skimpy, but I have to put my foot down when it comes to looking like an escort for the Gala. I won’t even show the guys this dress because like the other two dresses, they gave me that burning look, as though they are going to pounce at any moment. “Sweetness, why are you not showing us this last one?” Jory calls through the curtain. I sigh, “Because I look like a hooker and it’s out of the question.” “I think we should have the last say in this.” He muses. “No, I think I’m good. I will show you the next one.” I state and then go to unzip the dress, but it seems to be stuck. Great, just what I didn’t need, now I will have to show them the dress because I need their help. “Um, could you come in and help me with the zipper, it’s stuck.” Next thing I know all three of them are crowding into the small room. Their eyes go straight to the dress and bulge out, “Um, we are buying this one, but n

It is the day of the Gala, and I am nervous; I have never been to anything like this. I have catered at a formal party before but have never been a guest. My only job is to shower and dress when the time comes. Knox has a hairdresser coming to the house to help me get ready later, so at least I do not have to worry about that. “Knock, knock, may I come in?” I leave my closet to see Jory standing in the doorway with a food tray. “Of course, come in. You can set the tray over by the bed. I pick a piece of bacon up and take a bite, "You did not have to bring me breakfast, Jory.”. “Well, I was hoping you were still in bed. I was planning on crawling under the covers and joining you.” His smile lights up his face as he winks. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I stand on my toes to reach his lips. His arms go around my waist, and he pulls me in close, and kisses me back. This man may be a man whore, but he definitely nails it in the kissing department. With lips as soft as r

JORY Fuck, between the way Aria looks tonight and the kiss from Merk, I'm a walking fucking hard-on. Watching Aria work her charm on all our clients, old and new, is such a pleasant sight. She really has a knack for this sort of thing. Of course, she hasn't let go of Knox's arm the whole night, and as much as I want to go to her and sweep her into my arms, I can't just yet. We do not want the clients to get the wrong idea just yet, so we decided to hold off on Merk and me showing our affection towards Knox's wife here at the party. We can dance with her once the music starts, but even then, we must watch our hands. "What is it about her?" The nasally voice comes from beside me, and I have to roll my eyes, "What does she have that I don't?" Sighing and then pinching the bridge of my nose, I respond as nicely as possible, "You are not her, Kristy, and you will never be her." I lift my glass with the amber liquid to my lips, "We were over long before she came along, so don

Trigger Warning (SA) My head pounds as I try to open my eyes, but when I go to place my hand over it, I find that I cannot do so. My stomach rolls, and I try to turn to the side as the contents in my stomach come up, but the best I can do is turn my head because my arms seem to be pinned to my sides. With my head throbbing, I vomit down the side of whatever I’m lying on. I groan as I try to remember what the hell happened. Slowly, it starts to come back to me, and when I am finally able to open my eyes, I find that I’m in a dimly lit room with white walls and cabinets with glass fronts. It looks like an examination room, and I’m strapped to a table. “What the hell?” I say out loud as I try to wiggle out of the restraints. A voice comes over a speaker, causing the throbbing in my head to become worse, “There is no sense in struggling, my dear. I secured you myself; I can’t have you getting away before I conduct my exam, now, can I?” “W-Who are you? Where am I?” I st