LOGINDamian’s Pov I take a sip of my whiskey as I watch the girls on stage dancing and touching themselves. They all have incredible bodies and amazing breasts, but none of them hold a candle to Aria. I take another sip, needing to be drunk enough to forget Aria and my brothers. You can shove your money up your ass. The memory of her rejecting me and storming out of my office still stings. “Hey, handsome.” A voice says to me. I don’t look up as I continue drinking. “Not interested.” “Come on,” she says, not giving up. “First drinks on me.” I finally look up. She’s in a tiny bikini that does nothing to cover her. Her tits are practically spilling out of the top. She slides into the booth next to me, placing one hand on my thigh. I grab her wrist, yanking her hand away. “I said no.” Her smile falters. “You sure? You look lonely.” I examine her face one last time. She isn’t bad to look at and will surely help me get my mind off Aria. “How much for a private
ELIAS'S POV The garage smells like oil and cold concrete. I’m on my knees next to my bike, rag in one hand and polish in the other, cleaning the same spot for 20 minutes. The engine is already spotless, but I can’t bring myself to go back upstairs. The sound of them having sex last night still haunts me. My jaw ticks at the memory of what they were up to last night. I don't know why it bugs me so much. It's their life. I stand up and wipe my hands on my jeans. Leaving the bike. I enter the elevator silently and it takes me up. My reflection in the doors looks like shit. Dark circles decorate my under eyes. Due to the lack of sleep. The doors open and I hear them instantly. I can hear Aria laughing and the sound of Luca’s voice teasing her. I walk in anyway. I turn the corner and see Luca has her pinned against the counter. One hand in her hair, the other on her waist. She’s laughing into his mouth but she’s kiss
ARIA'S POV My hands won’t stop shaking as I hold the folder in my arms. I press it so tight to my chest my knuckles are white. I’m standing outside Damian’s office. My hand hovers over the door. Should I knock, or just slide it through the door? I can do this, I can face him. He's just a man. I take a breath and knock. “Come in,” he says in such a cold voice that even through the door I’m getting shivers. I push the door open and walk in. Damian doesn’t look up right away. He’s behind his desk, sleeves rolled up, and tie loosened. “Morning, Mr. Kane,” I say. My voice comes out steady. I’m proud of that. He still doesn’t look up. “Let me know if you need anything else,” I say quickly, already turning. “Aria.” I freeze. “Sit.” Shit, shit, shit. I turn, his eyes slowly drag over me as I sit down. “What do you want?” I ask before he can. His mouth twitches. “Direct. I like that.
ARIA'S POV I walk into the hotel and it feels too nice for what I’m about to do. The receptionist doesn’t even ask who I am. She just smiles and says, “Room 2401, Miss Aria. They’re expecting you.” Of course they are. They paid for me. My bag feels heavier as I walk further inside. I’m doing this for my mom. This is for my mom. I repeat it all the way up in the elevator until it stops sounding like a lie. My hands are shaking when I knock on the door. Noah opens it. He’s already sweaty and shirtless. His eyes soften the second he sees me. “You came.” Luca is behind him on the couch, laptop closed. He stands up too. “Hey.” They both look at me with something tender in their eyes. “Hi,” I say, as my voice cracks. Noah steps aside. “Come in. What would you like to drink, water? Wine?” “Are you hungry? We ordered….” Luca starts. “I’m fine,” I say, cutting them off to avoid the small talk. I drop my bag by the door. My fingers go to the zipper of my dress befor
Dante’s pov The office doors swing open and I storm in all grumpy. I don't say anything to anyone as I march past the hallway. "Morning, Mr. Kane," the receptionist chirps. I don’t even remember her name She leans forward. "You look stressed. I could…” “Don’t.” I cut her off and she blinks repeatedly. “Reschedule my 10 o'clock, and cancel lunch. I don’t want to be disturbed.” I walk past her not waiting for an answer. I walk into the sanctuary of my office and loosen my tie. I catch my reflection in the tinted glass windows. I look like shit. And all this is because of her. I slam open the drawer and pour myself a glass of whiskey even though it’s still very early in the morning. Stupid idiots. That’s exactly what my brothers are. Stupid, reckless, horny idiots who see a pretty girl with big tits and forget we have a company to run. A Ander? A gold digger. That’s all she is. I pace around my office angrily. She came into that house as nothing
Aria’s POV I lay down, anticipating what he’ll do next. He slams again and he grunts. I love the sounds he's making. His hips pick up speed and force, bobbing me around on the bed underneath him as he fucks me hard and deep. I don’t take my eyes from him, my mouth open as I gasp and groan and take it all. “Fuck me,” I hiss. “Yes! Yes!” “You’re tight,” he says. “Really fucking tight. It feels fucking beautiful.” I don’t notice when Noah approaches, nudging Luca’s elbow aside enough to kneel at my head. His cock lands across my lips, and I moan as I open up enough to let him in. “Good girl,” he says as I suck on the end of his cock. One big dick in my pussy and another in my mouth, two pairs of eyes staring at me, two cocks hard for me. They are getting close, their thrusts more dramatic, the bed squeaking and creaking under the pressure. “Gonna come,” Noah growls. “Eat me up, baby, eat me fucking up.” I suck him in and scrape his dick with my teeth and he his







