บททั้งหมดของ Her Dirty Little Games: บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

ARIAI tried to tell myself there was nothing to be nervous about.It was just another job.Still, my hands trembled a little as I folded the last of my clothes into the worn duffel bag that had been living under my aunt’s spare bed. This was everything I owned now: a handful of jeans, a few blouses, and the sketchbook that had followed me everywhere since I was fifteen.My aunt called from the kitchen, “You’re sure about this, Aria?”“Yeah,” I said, forcing a smile. “It’s steady work. And I need to save for college.”That part was true. If I wanted to start classes in the fall, I needed every paycheck I could find.But there was another reason my stomach fluttered.Nathan Hayes.The memory of him from yesterday… tall, quiet, with that tired kindness in his eyes, kept replaying in my head.He wasn’t what I’d expected. Most men in his position were distant, curt. But the way he’d looked at his daughter, the way his voice softened when he talked about her… it made something in me relax

ARIA I stared at him, at the way his lips moved with each syllable, and suddenly, heat pooled between my thighs, a wetness that made me shift uncomfortably in the chair.Fuck, what the hell was wrong with me? This man was pouring his heart out about his daughter, about the emptiness in his home, and here I was, getting soaked just from the sound of his voice.My pussy throbbed, aching with a need that had no business being there right now. It was getting so bad I had to cross my legs, pressing my thighs together in a desperate attempt to stop the building pressure. The friction only made it worse, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core.He paused, his eyes narrowing slightly as he noticed my fidgeting. “Aria, are you okay?” he asked, his voice filled with genuine concern, leaning forward.I forced a smile, my cheeks burning hotter than before. “Yeah,” I managed to say, my voice coming out breathier than I intended. “I'm fine. Just... taking it all in.”He nodded slowly, sear

ARIAI finished helping Lila button her little sweater and slipped her backpack over her shoulders. She grinned up at me with that bright, innocent smile. “Maybe Daddy’s still sleeping,” I said lightly, trying to sound casual… nonchalant… unaffected.But Lila nodded without question. “Yeah! Daddy sleeps a lot on Wednesdays.”I forced a smile. “Then we shouldn’t disturb him, okay?”“Okay!” she chirped, grabbing my hand again.And with that, I took her to school.Lila skipped beside me, humming some tune she made up on the spot while I focused on breathing… on calming the storm twisting inside me.He didn’t come downstairs, didn’t say good morning, didn’t even look at me.Maybe he was still asleep. Maybe he’d had a late night. Maybe…God, I hated this. I hated how my mind kept digging for reasons, and excuses.“Aria?” Lila tugged my hand, snapping me out of it.“Yes, baby?”“You’re walking too fast.”“Oh… sorry.” I slowed my pace. “Just thinking.”“What are you thinking about?” she ask

ARIAThe moment the door clicked shut behind him, I let out a breath I didn’t know I’d been holding.A slow smile spread across my face as I brought my fingertip to my lips, my teeth gently pressing against it.Wow.This was really happening. This was actually happening.I couldn’t stop replaying it… the way he looked at me, the way he touched me, the way he said this wasn’t over. My body still hummed from the intensity of it, my heart still pounding so hard.I pushed myself up from the bed, my cheeks warm, my legs still a little unsteady, my top was half-messy… and I was still dripping down there.I adjusted my clothes quickly, smoothing the fabric down my sides, trying to look like a normal human and not someone who had just been pinned to her boss’s bed.I crossed the room and stopped in front of the full-length mirror.The girl staring back at me didn’t look like the nanny who arrived here last night.Her lips were swollen from his kisses, her hair was a little wild. Her eyes look

Sapphire was done for the day.She closed the last report, slid it into her drawer, and rose from her chair with the effortless grace of a woman who owned not just a business, but every room she ever stepped into.Her heels clicked softly as she walked out of her office, lights dimming automatically behind her. Security nodded the moment they saw her. “Goodnight, Ms. Black.”She gave a small nod in response. Her long coat swayed around her legs as she crossed the private underground hallway that led to her car.Not just any car. A black Maserati, shining under the soft gold lights, waiting exactly where her driver had positioned it earlier.Sapphire slid into the leather seat, adjusting her coat, setting her designer bag beside her, and then drove off.Immediately she parked at the penthouse, the concierge straightened immediately.“Good evening, Ms. Black.”She gently smiled back. “Evening.”Inside the elevator, she exhaled lightly, rolling her shoulders back. Her penthouse lights ca