It took more than an hour for Alan and Norton to stop drooling over my newest toy. I had to admit that the equipment that Aren gave me was beyond amazing. The number of new possibilities this stuff could create for me was astonishing. I couldn't even begin to imagine how much this computer cost... Of course, it was a little bit like giving a full tank of gasoline and matches to an arsonist, but I would never release my evil powers upon someone who didn't deserve it. Pressured by the boys' excitement, the thought of thanking Aren for granting me this extraordinary gift engraved deeply in my head. For certain, I couldn't present him with anything that had a similar value, and since my freak friends had already seen this computer, there was no way that they would let me reject it. If I were to thank him, I needed to be either creative or practical, or better yet, both. There was also another issue that stayed on my mind: when did he order this laptop? Aren was an influential man, so I c
Aren's entire focus was on me, his eyes sending pleasant chills down my spine. His onyx irises were piercing right through me with unbearable strength. His body, wrapped in a dark-grey suit and white shirt, created a view more dangerous than ever. Our closeness and his scent forced my heart into a wild race. Since my instinctive reaction was meant to create space between our bodies, the palms of my hands unknowingly froze against his firm chest."If you touch mine, then can I touch yours?" he smirked."No!" I exclaimed, taking my naughty hands off of him.His arms were still around me, keeping me on his lap and tightening the grip around me. "Just kiss me and I will let you go," he teased.I smirked and leaned over his cheek, but he noticed it and turned his head before my lips touched him."I want a kiss that has actual worth," he said daringly.I couldn't say that placing a deeply passionate kiss on those plush lips of his would have been a sacrifice. The man whose face was inches a
I couldn't explain how I felt when Aren admitted that he had almost lost control while kissing me. He surely indulged my vanity, making me feel attractive and desirable, but his words also scared me because I wanted at least one of us to be sane and rational, and I know I wasn't. It was time to face it: the physical attraction between us was mutual. After drinking ten glasses of cold enough to freeze my brain water, I decided to take a cool shower. Aren's words kept spinning inside my head. My heart hammered against my chest no matter how badly I tried to regain my composure. This was pure insanity. I had never wanted anyone as much as I wanted this man. Each time he was around, I became overpowered by my primal, most basic instincts. Perhaps it would have been easier to cope with this craving if I wasn't so mentally damaged… I would love to be able to keep my emotions and physical pleasure separate. I knew many women that found it so natural. They could meet someone, sleep with him,
The blood drained from my face, turning it paler than pale. Aren had a fiancée?! A real, uncontracted fiancée?! If Aren and Miranda had been engaged, then why did they break up?! I was confused. I didn't even know how to behave in front of her right now…"Oh," I voiced out, giving her a blank stare.She burst into laughter, slightly slapping my shoulder. "Hey! I didn't mean to freak you out; I'm just teasing you!"I guess Miranda found her own words amusing, but I still didn't get the joke. "So... were you, or weren't you Aren's fiancée?" I asked, both flustered and annoyed."I was... for about six hours... until we sobered up." She chuckled before shooting me a beaming grin. "But you... you are in a real relationship with him. I must admit that it fascinates me."I felt even more baffled. "Wait… so what is YOUR relationship with Aren?""We're friends… nothing more than friends," she stated firmly."So what was it about that thing with Aren's ear?" I frowned.She smirked. "I'll tell y
My heart started to race. A tickling sensation filled me, rushing down my stomach and making me squeeze my thighs. A flush that surfaced on my cheeks was impossible to miss, just as much as the uncontrollable smile that curled my lips."Oh, my!" Miranda snickered, playfully covering her mouth with her hand. "You are head over heels for him, aren't you?"A peal of hysteric laughter escaped my throat. "What are you talking about?! I'm not in—""You cannot fool me, honey. I'm aware that Aren might have rushed your engagement because of the condition his grandfather set for him, but the fact that you didn't refuse him means a lot…" She grinned, waggling her eyebrows."I… I… had my reasons," I mumbled, avoiding her gaze.This was getting truly awkward. I couldn't tell Aren's friend that I was forbidden to have any romantic feelings toward him. Explaining the reason why Aren and I were engaged was even more complicated.Miranda sighed. "You signed the contract, didn't you?"I gasped. My eye
His stare at me was an unmistakable order to submit to him. It sent my heart into a wild race. I wanted him so badly that my whole body inwardly whimpered, begging him to let me feel his lips on my skin again. Surprisingly, he didn't push any further. He just held me in his embrace with his eyes locked on me. "T-thank you..." I mumbled, placing my trembling hands on Aren's chest and trying to push him away. He smirked and stepped back, releasing me before I would lose the last ounce of control I had. I exhaled in relief when he walked to the kitchen to get a glass of water. "Hope you're hungry. I ordered steaks and a salad from Coeur de Romarin. As I remembered, you enjoyed it last time," he said, shrugging out his suit jacket. "Um... yes… I'll gladly eat it again…" I muttered, still a bit dazed from his kiss. He chuckled and took a few steps toward me. "I'm going to change. I'll be back before the food gets here. Pick a wine from the fringe, OK?" He placed a soft kiss on my foreh
I couldn't sleep that night. My heart raced and I felt restless. The next day was supposed to be my grand test of whether or not I would act well as Aren's fiancée. I could say that I wanted to do my job well because Aren was paying for my Grandma's medical treatment, but it was more than that. Fake relationship or not, I wanted to do well in front of his family. Was it weird?Yes, I was aware that I cared about him, probably much more than I should. The things he did, aside from teasing me, made the little chrysalises in my stomach turn into pesky butterflies. It was terrifying how quickly he could win me over. I was starting to treat him as an exception to my stereotypical image of a wealthy man. Of course, there was still the matter of mutual trust. Because my previous relationship damaged me, I needed full disclosure even though I knew that it could have been an unreasonable demand. Everyone had their own secrets and the right not to talk about things that were difficult for them
I glanced nervously at Aren while panic rose within me, but then I saw a flash of a smile on Aren's face. He wasn't displeased. On the contrary, his expression showed confidence and satisfaction."We would like you to be at our wedding, Grandfather. Of course, I'll send you an official invitation," Aren stated, slightly nodding toward the still stunned Augustus."You're in quite a rush with the wedding." The old man tried to cover his grimace with a nervous laugh. "I bet you merely know each other. Why marry so soon?"Aren glared at Augustus before turning his eyes my way. "When you meet the right person, you know it the second you meet." He smiled at me warmly, sending pleasant shivers down my spine. "The moment I saw Cora, I knew that I would spend the rest of my life with her."My heart fluttered even though I told myself that it was just his act. Did I want it to be true? Or was it because I had never felt appreciated in my real relationship as much as I did in my fake one?August