جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 80

Aria’s POV The bathroom, which was once cool and spacious, now feels hot and overcrowded. The air is thicker and heavier. And it’s just the two of us in here. But maybe that’s exactly where the problem lies. It’s dangerous. I shouldn’t be here, alone, with him. I know that. The logical thing would be to push him away and leave but as usual, my brain turns into mush whenever he is near and I just can’t bring myself to do shit. “Miss Winslow.” He mumbles. His hold on my hand tightens and I force myself to look up and meet his eyes. Those dark, bottomless eyes. His eyes are burning with a mixture of anger, desire, need, and maybe a little bit of hatred. The swirl of emotions in his eyes chokes me. “What do you want from me?” I choke out. “What are you even doing here?” I ask him. His eyes flash. “I got invited.” He answers calmly, his voice smooth. “What are you doing here?” He asks. “With him?” He adds reluctantly, almost as if it pained him to ask but he couldn’t help himself.

Aria’s POV I try to ignore it. I try really hard to ignore it. Pretend like it is not there. Like I can’t hear it at all but it’s relentless. I wake up to the sound of my phone vibrating on my bedside table every fucking second. I got home really late yesterday, scratch that, it was already a new day when I got home. I was completely and utterly knackered. I have never stood for that long before, I exhausted my social battery completely. I barely managed to remove my dress and makeup before I jumped in bed. I didn’t even do my nighttime skincare routine and I… My phone starts going off again, disrupting my train of thought and my precious sleep. “Can you just shut the hell up!” I exclaim with a tortured groan. For a second, it feels like it heard my order and actually shut the hell up but then it goes off again. Another buzz, then another, and I finally give up on my sleep. With a defeated groan, I reach out blindly, my eyes tightly shut, and grab my phone from the bedside t

Aria’s POV I don’t remember what happened after she mentioned his name but what I do know is that I waited long enough for the meeting to be over. I listened attentively to what they had to say. She tried her best to convince me that Ronan did not completely influence their decision to make me the ambassador but I wasn’t hearing it again. I can’t be convinced. It is already too late. And I let myself bask in the anger growing inside of me. He had no right. No fucking right. He had no right to do this to me. This was supposed to be about me. This moment was supposed to be mine, everything was supposed to be about me. It’s my first brand deal for crying out loud. But he just had to ruin it. He just had to make it about him. He had to take that one moment away from me. I slam the door to my apartment and ignore my phone, which has been ringing off the hook since the event. I haven’t made any official post about the ambassadorship but everyone has kind of figured it out. My presence

Aria’s POVIt is warm in here. A little too warm. But it’s nice, it’s just the right temperature, not too hot and not too warm. I turn and try to snuggle deeper into my duvet. I end up pressing my cheeks into the familiar smell of Ronan’s cologne— clean, woody with a faint hint of vanilla and cinnamon. If this is a dream, I don’t want to wake up from it. Not yet. Just a little longer. I let out a soft whine and burrow deeper into his chest, his chest vibrates against my cheek, and his arm, which was draped on my waist tightens and pulls me closer to him. My breath catches. This is not a dream. It is not a dream. A small smile spreads on my cheeks as I recall the events of last night, I still feel a bit sore between my legs. If I close my eyes and allow myself to think about it very well, I will be able to remember every small detail. I press myself closer to him, I can feel every inch of his body on mine, his morning wood pressing against my stomach. I didn’t plan for thi

Ronan’s POV I have never been more afraid than I was today. One minute she was standing tall and the next minute she was on the floor, gasping for breath with her eyes tightly shut. I have never seen her that way before and it made me so scared I almost couldn’t think but I knew I had to be strong and help her snap out of that haze. Then Sebastian dropped another bomb on her. She looked so shocked and aghast that I fear she might have another panic attack. What is so bad about that? Dating me? What is so wrong with that? Why is she so upset about it? I hate to say this but I agree with Sebastian. I don’t like the guy and I think he is an asshole especially when he was talking to her like that but this might actually be the only way to save her image. I can be aggressive about it, make everyone bring down the post, threaten every news outlet and blogs but there is only so much I can do. We are currently trending on every social media platform and everyone is talking about it. I