All Chapters of Her Secret, His Obsession : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Aria’s POV “I am sorry, what?” I ask, shocked beyond shocked. Shocked doesn’t even begin to cover how I feel right now. Pregnant? “I said I am pregnant, Ari.” She repeats. The roles are reversed and she is the one squeezing my hands now. “Yeah, I heard you. I heard you the first time but…” I trail. “But like…how? How did this happen?” I ask. She rolls her eyes at me like she can’t believe I was asking that kind of question. “I don’t know. It kind of just jumped on me while I was working.” She answers sarcastically. Oh, she is going to be a mean preggy. I shoot her a glare. “You know what I mean, Mimi. Stop being a smartass.” I retort. “You are not dating anyone. At least none that I know of…” She sighs and nods. “Yes, I am not dating anyone.” She replies. “Okay. So? How?” I ask. “Please tell me you know the father,” I say. She smacks my hand away from hers. “What do you take me for?” “I don’t know, Mimi, you tell me. I mean, I didn’t even know you were having sex with some

Aria’s POV SEE ME! TODAY! NOW! ASAP! I got that message from Sebastian this morning. All in capital letters and tons of exclamation marks. Tells me this is something serious. I try to think, try to think about what this ‘meeting’ can be about but I can’t seem to come up with shit. Must be something I did. If he is already yelling at me over the phone, then it has to be something serious. I roll over in my bed, and a smile spreads across my face when I spot the flowers Ronan got me, sitting pretty on my bedside table. Half dead. But still pretty. I tried to keep them alive, I mean they are in a vase filled with water right now but…yeah, they are dying faster than I want them to. I get out of bed and head for the bathroom, I take my bath and just carry out my usual morning routine in the bathroom before coming back to my room to do my skincare routine. Ten minutes, four layers of skincare products, and a glistening skin later, I finished with my routine. I grab my favorite pair o

Aria’s POV “So? How do I look?” I ask Mia. She is sitting in the living room in a big ass white shirt and a pair of fuzzy socks. Her hair is a mess, piled on her head and tied in a small bun that is so messy that half of it falls down her face. She has a bucket of strawberry ice cream between her thighs while an episode of Love Island plays on the television. She is having fun. And I low-key wish I could change into my own casual outfit like that and hang out with her on the couch. The bowl of ice cream sure looks more appealing than pretending I don’t have cameras waiting to take pictures of me. “You look like a delight. Absolutely stunning. I am not sure Ronan would be able to keep his hands off you tonight.” She replies. I agree with the first part. I look stunning, even I know that. The little black dress looks great on me. I checked and I saw that it is one of Lumiere’s unreleased dresses. It is a cute little black dress, the material is comfortable and soft but there is sti

Ronan’s POV I wake up from the most restful night of sleep I have ever gotten in a while. It takes a while for me to reorient myself and I look down to find Aria beneath me, sleeping soundly. She has her arms wrapped around me and my entire body is on top of hers. I can’t help the satisfied smile that spreads on my face at the sight of her. Long black hair spread out on my white sheet, her flushed skin and swollen lips, and the little bruising scattered around her chest. Her scent fills my nose and my entire room; I am sure my sheets will smell like her for days. I don’t mind it, at all. I might actually wish I woke up to this view every day. She is still glowing from the four orgasms she had last night and if this were a scene in a cartoon or an animation, my chest would be pushed out in pride right now. After I made her orgasm at the restaurant last night under the guise of helping her relax when in reality, I couldn’t keep my hands off her. She looked so fucking good sitting r

Ronan’s POV I said I would take care of it and I did. I had to. I saw the look on my sweet girl's face and the tears that welled up. I hated seeing her cry, it took all of my self-control not to snap and break the mother fucking reporters neck. Maybe I would snap my neck first because I knowingly or unknowingly put her in that position. I was so nervous and mad at myself for making her cry, I hated it. It made me…uncomfortable and it made my chest ache in the most painful way. I am not sure how I managed to keep my cool and just mutter nonsense in her ear until she stopped but I knew then and there that I had to make it go away. So while she was in the bathroom, I made calls. The first person I made the call to was the owner of that particular broadcasting company. We have history. That’s one thing about the Trafford company, we have history with everyone. So I made the phone call and made him pull it down. Then I called Catherine, I was sure she had already seen the news, and sur