เข้าสู่ระบบMorning light seeped delicately between the curtains, stroking Aria's cheek warmly. This time, she knew where she was. In her own house.. She groaned softly and rolled over, eyes still closed, not wanting to get up. Sunday. It was still the weekend which meant a day with no café, no morning rush, no constant need to be on top of everything. Just … nothing.Yet, for some reason, that feeling of freedom didn't surface as she had hoped. Her body was heavy, her head buzzing from all the little things she hadn't done during the week.She finally pushed herself up, running a hand through her hair and stretching. The apartment was quiet, peaceful, almost suspiciously so. She tilted her head to one side, scanning her bedroom from where she sat on her bed. Sunlight painted patterns on the floor, somehow managing to make her small cozy room look magical.Her phone buzzed on the bedside table, and she instinctively reached for it. Damian. Of course.Damian: Morning. Sleep in?Aria's lips twitche
The sunlight creeping into Damian's room woke Aria before she was ready to open her eyes. It wasn't harsh or anything, just this warm, lazy glow slipping between the curtains to sit on her eyelids like it owned the place. And for a moment, she thought she was waking up at home… until she felt the weight around her waist.It was so heavy that she opened her eyes in panic because her brain couldn't register what it was. She looked down to see the cause of the weight on her waist.And there it was.His arm. Damian's arm.He was still asleep behind her, his breathing slow and steady, his chest rising softly against her back. The sight alone felt like a blanket of calmness.It was the calmest she'd been all week. No tightness in her chest…no pacing thoughts…no checking her phone every two minutes to see if Mila texted.And honestly, she just wanted to stay like this for a bit. Maybe more than a bit.She didn't move, afraid to wake him up. But of course the universe had other plans because D
Damian was standing not too far away from Aria as she took the call. He couldn't help but hear the contents of her call. He tilted his head a little, trying to make sense of the voice message.“Heyyy...What was that about? Is everything alright?” he asked quietly, placing a hand on her shoulder.She didn’t even answer immediately. Her stomach was still in knots and it felt like her heart was beating somewhere in her throat. She shook her head, finally , dragging a hand over her face.“It’s Mila,” she let out a big sigh, closing her eyes for a moment. “She hasn’t been home all day. Since yesterday even. She’s not taking my calls. She didn’t text. Nothing. When I left her at the café yesterday, she never mentioned anything to me. It just doesn't feel...right.”She didn’t even realize her voice was shaking until he reached for her hand.“Hey,” he murmured, squeezing her fingers. “Take a deep breath. She’s fine. Let’s not jump into conclusion. No need to panic.”“I’m not panicking,” she a
I don't want you to stop...Those words were all Damian needed to break whatever restraint he thought he had. He kissed her, hard. The moment Aria’s lips parted, Damian didn’t hesitate. He deepened the kiss, slow, deliberate, letting the heat between them build like fire licking around a candle. His hands traced the curve of her back, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. She melted into him, the confusion, anger, and heartache of the past days dissolving into the intensity of this single moment.They moved instinctively, shedding their clothes so fast it was as if it burned them. He unzipped her dress, slipping the straps down her smooth arm. The dress pooled at her feet. Her delicate fingers moved with precision, undoing the buttons on his shirt. Exposing his bare chest and well defined abs. Her eyes fell on his delicious v line spotting a happy trail that led straight down to an obvious tent in his pants.Breathless gasps and quiet whispers filled the small
"I need to explain"The desperation oozed from Damian's words.Aria just...stared at him. At first she was in shock that he was waiting for her at her doorstep.How long was he waiting here?Did he leave Emily immediately she left and came here? Or did he stay with her a while before coming here?Why was she even thinking about all that?The last question snapping her back to reality. She tore her gaze from him and tried sidestepping him to get into her house. From where she stood, she could see that no light were on in the house.So that meant either Mila wasn't home or she had already gone to bed. The former seeming more likely since Damian was stuck outside. The last time he came over in a frenzy like this, Mila had let him in.Aria opened her bag searching for her house keys as she walked up the stairs to her door, completely ignoring a frantic Damian."Aria, are you listening to me? Just hear me out."Aria found her keys just then. Now she was at the door with her back turned to
Aria stood frozen, pulse roaring in her ears, her mind stuck between disbelief and a sharp, aching confusion she couldn’t immediately name. Damian’s voice cut through the noise...low, startled, urgent.For a moment, Aria wasn't even sure where she was.“Aria...”Damian calling out to her snapped her back to reality.But just as he was about to take another step towards her, before he could have a chance to explained himself, Mr Richard stepped forward blocking him.He felt the tension between them. They all did.He lifted a hand as though he was stopping traffic, his body angling slightly in front of Aria...not blocking her completely, but enough to halt Damian in his steps. Whether it was protection or a some other ulterior motive, she wasn’t sure.“I believe everyone her can agree with me that she doesn't want to talk to you right now,” Richard said calmly, but with a cool edge that sliced through the air.Damian’s jaw clenched. His eyes flicked briefly to Richard, then back to Aria







