VENUSI knew it would be tasking to convince her not to go back to that house.But I never expected her to be so harsh about it.I will not cry. I will not cry. I will not cry.I chanted the words in my head all the way home.The door clicked shut behind me.I dropped my purse onto the console, hands shaking harder than I wanted to admit. The hospital air still clung to me—sterile, cold, thick with words I couldn’t un-hear.He’s still my husband.God.I leaned against the door, pressing my forehead to the cool wood. One deep breath. Another.I’d barely made it halfway toward the stairs when a voice sliced through the silence—low, steady, unmistakable.“Nice of you to come home.”I froze.Aaron.He stood in the kitchen. Sleeves rolled up, a crystal glass of something dark and amber in one hand. Leaning back against the counter with infuriating calm, eyes locked on me. Eyes that saw everything.“I—” My voice cracked. “I went to see my mom.”“I know.” He took a slow sip. “And then what?
VENUSI woke up to hell pounding between my temples.My mouth felt like cotton. My stomach roiled every time I moved. And my entire body ached in places I didn’t remember using last night.How do people do this on purpose?I groaned, pressing the heel of my palm into my forehead. The room swam in slow, nauseating circles.Alcoholics must hate themselves.Dain must feel like shit every damn day.Good. Couldn’t happen to a more deserving man.I cracked one eye open. The sunlight knifing through the curtains made me wince.And there it was—on the nightstand.A glass of water with a little note stuck to the side of it:Take me.I fought a smile. That man. Even when furious, even when so close to snapping last night—he’d still been... careful. Gentle.Aaron.Images flickered through my fogged memory—heat, steam, a kiss that shouldn’t have happened. His voice rough in my ear. The way he’d tucked me in, stayed by the bed.God.I sat up slowly, each movement deliberate. Swallowed the aspirin,
VENUS“It’s hot in here.”I kicked off my heels the second we crossed the threshold—well, he got us through the door. I was more stumbling than walking, one arm looped lazily around Aaron’s neck, clinging to him like my last thread of balance.He carried me into the darkened sitting room like I weighed nothing.And maybe to him, I didn’t.That thought sent a silly thrill through my hazy brain.He set me down on the cool velvet couch. The shift from the neon haze of the club to this muted sanctuary was jarring. The world spun a little slower here, but my pulse? Still racing. Skin flushed. Thoughts sticky and slow.Then he was gone.Just like that.Striding out of the room without a word, jacket sliding off those broad shoulders, sleeves shoved to his forearms with practiced ease.And there I was—alone. Buzzing. Trembling. Heat crawling under my skin.I fumbled with the tiny clutch in my lap, my breath uneven. God, it was too hot. My dress felt like a trap, clinging to my body in ways t
VENUS "This is a bad idea." I said it again as we entered the club—if only to soothe my own nerves. But Sabine and Gianna were already weaving through the crowd like seasoned pros, unbothered by my misgivings. "Loosen up, Venus!" Sabine tossed over her shoulder, a wicked grin curving her lips as she dragged Gianna deeper into the chaos. "You need this. We all do." I wasn’t so sure. The place was packed wall to wall. Lights pulsed in dizzy, electric colors that painted the sweat-slicked bodies swaying on the dance floor. The bass pounded through my chest, through my veins, matching the wild thrum of my heart. The air was thick with alcohol, sweat, and heady perfume—a cocktail of bad decisions. And here I was, clutching my tiny purse like a lifeline. I’d managed to evade Aaron’s guards—Sabine’s brilliant idea—but the thought of being out here without them left my stomach twisted in knots. Not because I missed their presence, exactly... but I don't want to run into any papara
VENUS"You’re cooked.""Don’t you think I know? All this pent-up sexual frustration. One of these days, I’m afraid I might climb him like a tree.""Mm-hmm. Sure. Just sexual frustration," Gianna teased, lips curving wickedly."Don’t do that.""Do what?"She knew damn well what. I buried my face in my hands.We were at a restaurant, waiting for Sabine to show up—her idea of a girls’ dinner. I’d been catching Gianna up on last week’s disaster while we waited."You really need to get laid," she said, taking a sip of wine. "You’re going to keep this up for three more years? You’ve barely made it through the first."I peeked at her through my fingers. "That’s not helping, you know.""It’s not meant to help. It’s meant to point out the obvious."I groaned, dropping my hands to the table. The events of last week kept looping through my head like a damn highlight reel—Aaron’s mouth, his grip, that brutal kiss. The taste of strawberries. The sound of mine, rough and dark in his voice.God.I s
VENUS“Venus,” Aaron said calmly. Too calmly.But he didn’t reach for me.No—his hand shot out, iron-fast, latching around Dorian’s wrist, right where it had touched my arm. The grip was brutal—veins straining, knuckles whitening.“You’ve always had an affinity for things that aren’t yours, haven’t you?”Velvet over steel. A tone that promised pain beneath the polish.Dorian’s grin didn’t even falter. That infuriating, cold amusement stayed pinned in place.“She didn’t seem to mind,” he shrugged smug and cruel. A predator enjoying the tease.I glared.“I do.”Aaron didn’t even glance at me. His eyes stayed locked on Dorian’s—glacier meeting fire.“Touch her again,” he murmured—low, lethal—“and you won’t have anything to jerk off with.”A flicker, just the barest crack in Dorian’s grin. Subtle, but there. Enough.Aaron let go, deliberately, like casting off something filthy. A dismissal. A warning.Then he turned to me, gaze burning.“Come.”Not a request. A command.And I moved. Becau