Aaron grabbed Lara's hands and brought them to the top of her head. He used just one of her hands to press her wrists against the door.The woman had no immediate reaction. "If you do not let go of me, I am going to scream"Aaron ran the tip of his nose along the expanse of exposed skin on Lara's throat. And despite hating her own reaction, she got goosebumps.In turn, the man placed one of his hands on the woman's waist, and then whispered: "Yes, I bet you are going to scream"Aaron buried his face in the crook of Lara's neck. The smell she gave off was enough to dismantle the man. He slid his nose along her skin, bringing out her already heightened senses. Lara sighed, losing herself more by the second. She tried to free her hands, but the man was countlessly stronger.And when Aaron noticed that lingering shivers ran through the woman's body, he slapped her on the butt. The thin fabric of the robe allowed them both to feel the impact of the touch.She let out a startled but not ent
And so his trip was over.**When Lara woke up, her mind seemed out of tune with the rest of the world. She felt a headache the minute she opened her eyes, and then had to close them.Lara did not remember the night before, and had no idea where she was. The bed beneath him was very soft, and probably very large. The sheets had an exquisite scent, so she assumed the room was a luxury hotel.The beautiful woman decided to open her eyes, although the light that infiltrated the panoramic windows was uncomfortable. She analyzed the landscape that unfolded through the glass and realized that she was on one of the highest floors of the building. Lara stood up with some difficulty, feeling her body soften as her feet touched the floor.The room was impersonal, and the bed took up a large part of it. Lara tried to recognize the details, but nothing made sense in her mind.She remembered being upset after her conversation with Kisha. She remembered traveling with Ana for work and ending up dri
"Think on the bright side. You do not have a woman for life, but you can have one a day" Carter murmured, was ignored and smiled.Aaron decided he would not deal with the mess Joseph made. It was not his obligation to pay attention to those women. He felt claustrophobic when he walked past a woman and she touched him, trying to draw him to her.Aaron turned to his friend, and noticed that he was very pleased with all the available women. "I hope you can handle them all" Granger commented, and received a smile from Joseph in response.Carter did not understand Aaron's personality. He was too closed off for someone who could swim in dollars, for someone who could have whatever he wanted, for someone who could have anyone he wanted.Aaron Granger was unknown even to those who knew him.Aaron walked to one of the apartment's three bedrooms, the closest one. The suite was empty, and he entered it. There was a bed with white sheets, as well as fabric curtains. And despite the mild climate,
"You will rot in a fetid cell, I promise.""Put me in the cell, then" just like the inspector, Aaron knew how to provoke.Granger's blue eyes sparkled with challenge. The way he joked with Spencer whenever he could made the inspector's hatred increase. Aaron knew that the police were far from fully discovering the truth, and he would not be the one to put his cards on the table."Why was Benedict killed?" Spencer asked, leaning forward as he stared at the man before him."Isn't it your job to find out?" Aaron returned it."I have access to a very revealing recording about you. Do you know how close I am to incriminating you?" and then the officer began to bluff, hopeful that he would get something. "This is your last chance to confess the truth, Granger. Because if I have to find out everything that happened that night… I won't be merciful."By now, they were both tired of the chase game. Aaron was fed up with being the villain who ruined someone's day. Spencer was tired of running in
Greyson's lips curled into a smirk, a cruel glint in his eyes. "Kisha and I will spend some time out of the country. In the meantime, work," he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.Lara's fists clenched at her sides, her nails digging into her palms as she fought to keep her composure. She did not trust herself to speak, the weight of Greyson's words pressing down on her like a suffocating blanket. Without a word, she turned on her heel and fled up the stairs, the echo of her racing footsteps the only sound in the tense silence that hung over the house.Lara stepped into her room, weary from the day's events. Kisha entered and closed the door with a decisive click, her expression expectant. "Do you see how much Greyson cares about me? We're going to travel together," Kisha announced, her voice tinged with excitement and a hint of superiority.Even so, Lara walked to her work desk.Lara glanced up briefly, her mind preoccupied with the weight of responsibilities pressing d
Granger poured himself a third shot of tequila, hoping he would not be conscious for much longer. There was a side table next to the window, and he used it as support for the bottle. The man lifted the glass to his lips and drank all the flammable liquid as if it were water. Aaron did not mind getting drunk, as he would spend many hours on a flight and would have enough time to recover."You are at rock bottom," Volkov, a mysterious man, commented.He did not respond, not even looking at the other man in his office. Aaron was standing by the office window, while Volkov was seated on the couch on the other side of the same room. Granger observed people walking along the Strip; free people, bound by the commitments they had to fulfill."Are your businesses in America coming to an end?" Aaron inquired."For now, yes."Aaron nodded in agreement, indicating that he had heard Volkov. He poured another alcoholic shot for himself, not caring about the consequences he would face. That day had