All Chapters of Her Secret, His Obsession : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Aria's POV"I can't believe you did that," Mia exclaims. "Oh no, I had to. I thought I was going to lose my job for fuck sake." I tell her. I just told her about the situation that went down earlier today at my workplace. It's late at night. Being your own boss means you can skip work anytime you want especially when you know you have competent staff that can hold the fort. Hence, we decided to have a spontaneous girls' night because according to Mia, I need one desperately. "So what? You thought calling him out in front of everyone was the best thing to do" She asks. I can't tell if she is impressed or amused. I shrug. "I mean, I panicked and you know how I get. I kind of just lost it and I started spewing things. I had already gone too far before I realized." "Oh, I know, you badass Barbie. It's a wonder how you still let that asshole Adrien get to you." Mia knows my brother. In fact, Mia knows everything there is to know about me. We have been friends since kindergarten, she

Aria's POV With my head buried in a truckload of files and different documents to filter through. I didn't hear the door open until the person spoke. "You have a package," Calista says, turning the box around in her hand back and forth and shaking it as she tries to figure out what could be in it. You can say that Calista and I have become somewhat...close enough to be friends. I throw her a questioning look, I wasn't expecting anything. I didn't order anything either. I don't even have anyone who could send me packages except Mimi and her parents but they would have let me know ahead of time if that were the case. "Who is it from? I'm not expecting anything." I say as I take the box from her. It had no name on it. No address too. The only thing written on the box is my name and somehow, the penmanship looks kind of familiar. Calista shrugs and wiggles her brows at me. "Maybe a secret admirer." "Not likely," I mutter. "Anyway, I just wanted to drop that off. I have got a lot to

Ronan's POVA vice. That's what my grandmother would say if she ever heard of this and I hate to admit this but I would agree with her. Red— how I hate calling her that— is someone I shouldn't be seen with. A man of my class and caliber should not be seen with a stripper. The media will have a field day if they ever get wind of this. I should be worried, she knows my identity now. She will also know how much money she would get should she ever decide to go to the media and leak our 'relationship'. Even though I know that and I know how much of a headache it is to deal with the media, I'm still here. Not because I don't want to stay away, I want to but... I can't. She keeps pulling me in even when she is not trying. I think about her every single time, every second. I think about kissing her, doing unspeakable things to her, and fucking her. The reasonable thing to do would be to take her offer, a one-night stand, but I find that these days, I have started leaning towards doing the

Aria's POV I'm fucked. Literally and figuratively speaking, I'm fucked. I have been sucked in by a web, a complicated web of complicated emotions which is being further complicated by orgasms, mind-blowing ones. I didn't mean to be caught in this kind of sticky yet beautifully dangerous situation. It's crazy really and complicated and crazy and I have had the entire weekend to think about it and figure out what to do about this situation but yeah, I haven't figured shit out. I have always been a good girl. I do what I am asked to do, I never stray from the rules and regulations that are set in place by anyone in authority, or just about anybody. I wasn't my parents' favorite child so I knew to behave myself and not make myself too see for fear of being shouted at or just...ignored completely. I never asked for too much, never cried over a dollhouse like my mates would— I used to get them as presents anyway. Bottom line is, I'm a good girl. Been a good girl all my life, never straye

Aria's POV My flight leaves at two p.m. Mia dropped me at the airport at exactly one p.m. We couldn't be later than that. I had to avoid her running into Ronan. I'm afraid he will be able to connect the dots if that happens. After loads of hugs and kisses and lots of "make sure you have fun but not too much fun" and my reminding her again that this is a work trip, she finally left the airport after making me promise to call her as soon as I land. I wait for about thirty minutes before Ronan shows up, strolling in empty-handed while his driver pushes his luggage behind him. He looks different from the usual Ronan today. He is in something entirely different from what I'm used to seeing. Every time we met, either as Red or as his personal assistant, he was always wearing a tux, dressed to the nines in corporate wear, and mostly in monotone tuxedos. But today, he is wearing a short-sleeved button-down shirt that hangs on him with deliberate oversized ease. The shirt itself has differ