All Chapters of Her Secret, His Obsession : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Aria’s POV Meeting my fake boyfriend’s parents for the first time was a somewhat awkward experience. Meeting them for the second time, though, is quite terrifying. Because now they know, they know we faked it the first time and as if that is not enough, they know that I had been deceiving their son. Ronan has tried his hardest to reassure me that his family doesn’t care about what I did. He says his grandma adores me even. I don’t believe that. If I were them, I would hate myself for lying and deceiving their son and making a mockery of him to the public. So yes, my theory is they secretly hate me but they have made Ronan believe that they don’t and so they have invited me to their house for dinner, so they can let me know directly what they think about the stunt I pulled. Maybe even have me arrested. Ronan’s hand falls on mine and gently squeezes my hand before trying to separate them. “Any harder and you are going to cut off blood flow to your hand completely.” He says, befo

Aria’s POV Today is the launch day. My first official work day as the brand ambassador of Lumiere Global. I barely slept the entire week from planning and daydreaming about what it’s going to be like. It’s crazy because I didn’t even have to do much planning. I have everything laid out for me already. And when I say everything, I mean everything, from my outfit to my heels, to my hair and makeup, and the cute little clutch—my favorite part of my look. It’s so pretty and tiny, and my phone won’t even fit in it, but that is the point. Everything has been planned out by the brand. I have three outfits for the day. First on the list is breakfast with the team, where I get to meet every member of the team who made this collection possible and I also get to meet some of the models. Then we have the main event in the afternoon which is basically media, fittings, interviews, content shoots, meet and greets, and the works. Then it’s straight to a dinner party where we just get to unwind an

Aria’s POV “I missed you.” He grunts against my neck. I have kind of lost count of the number of times he has said those three words tonight. He has been chanting them like prayers. My thumb flutters over his jaw, gently lifting his face from its hiding place in my neck. “I know,” I say softly with a small smile. I could feel it in his words, in the way he is holding me so tight as if I might disappear into thin air. He bends down and kisses the smile off my lips. Mouth molding, our tongues tangle, his hands roam my body and my legs tighten around his waist, gently rocking against his hard on as he takes my lips between his teeth. The sound of the television playing in the background. The couch is a little too small to fit both of us but it will have to do for now. His hands cup my ass through my shorts and squeeze roughly. “What do you want, baby? Tell me what you want.” His voice is low and rough, filled with a deep-seated need. I know what he is asking. What he is referring

Aria’s POV “So why are we going shopping all of a sudden?” I ask Mia for what might actually be the tenth time this afternoon. Predictably, she rolls her eyes at me and lets out a tired sigh. “Because I need new things. My clothes don’t fit anymore and I promised to get you whatever you want as compensation.” She says. “Now stop asking me questions.” I sigh and silently look out the window. It’s been like five days since Ronan got back from his business trip. We have been together every single day since then—not every time, but at least we met every day. He would randomly show up at my shoot sessions with gifts, or I would go to his office, or we would meet for lunch and dinner, and we would text each other all day long. What started as a fake relationship might not actually be fake anymore. I mean, we don’t even put on a show when we are in public, it just comes naturally. Yes, random people still take pictures of us when they see us and post them on the internet but the lines ha

Aria’s POV I feel hot. A little too hot. I drift awake slowly. There is no alarm or anything, no bright lights either but there is a warmth. There is a steady weight behind me. Ronan’s arms are wrapped around me so tightly and firmly, it is almost as if he fears I might disappear. My face is buried in his chest and his arms are wrapped around my shoulder and waist, fingers resting just above my navel. I blink and try to move out of his arms but he tightens his hold on me and mumbles incoherently.I manage to move my face away from his chest and look up at the high white ceilings—the event of last night replays in my head. If I weren’t there, if I weren’t living it, if it weren’t my reality, I would say yesterday was a dream. It feels like a dream. The house. “This place is…mine.” He said. “It’s yours. It’s ours.” The way Ronan asked me to be his girlfriend, his soft voice, the look in his eyes that told me he meant every word. I wish I had that moment on videotape but my mem