All Chapters of Too Late, Mr. White! I'm Married To Your Rival Now: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Aria's POVDelayed for half an hour, I finally arrived home just after ten.  While taking off my shoes, I video-called Aiden.  He answered almost instantly. “Home safe?”  “Just now,” I replied, walking over to the counter to pour myself a glass of water. I took small sips, the cool liquid soothing my parched throat.  Through the screen, I could feel Aiden’s gaze following my lips where they touched the rim of the glass. His Adam's apple bobbed slightly. “Something happen on your way back?”  I glanced up at his face on my phone screen. “It’s just… a minor thing.”  I didn’t want to tell him what had happened earlier.  I didn’t want Aiden to worry too much.  My eyes darted away quickly.  The corner of Aiden’s mouth lifted into a meaningful smile. “What ‘minor thing&rsq

Aria's POVMy body still trembled with aftershocks from our lovemaking as Aiden withdrew from me.The sharp ring of a phone shattered our intimate moment, and he growled in annoyance. Before pulling away completely, he caught my lower lip between his teeth—not hard enough to hurt, but enough to send shivers down my spine.Gazing into those deep dark eyes, my cheeks immediately flushed."My phone," I whispered, suddenly aware of how breathless I sounded.At this hour, it was likely work-related. "Probably Summer," I said, glancing at my phone.Aiden finally released me, leaning back against the couch cushions. I quickly climbed off his lap and walked to the kitchen island to answer the call.It wasn't Summer after all, but another work matter."Could we discuss this over text instead?" I suggested."Of course, of course," the caller replied hastily, clearly realizing they had interrupted something, and quickly hung

Aria's POVMy fingers instinctively reached for the hem of Aiden's shirt, tugging at the soft fabric. His intense gaze dropped to where I touched him, those dark eyes turning into bottomless whirlpools of desire."Yes," he breathed, his Adam's apple bobbing with restraint.Despite the heat flooding my cheeks, the hunger deep within me couldn't be denied. I tentatively slid my hand across his shirt, then wrapped my arms around his taut waist, pulling myself into his chest. His familiar cologne enveloped me—richer, more intoxicating than usual from our proximity. The longing I'd been suppressing surged forward, pulled by that masculine scent."God, I've missed you, Aiden," I murmured, nuzzling against him.He chuckled softly, one large hand cradling the back of my neck as he drew me closer. "What a coincidence. I've missed Mrs. Carter just as much."Without hesitation, I pushed him backward onto the bed, my confidence surging as I stradd

Aria's POVI blinked, jogging over to where Aiden stood.My eyes fell to his collar before traveling downward. "Want me to help with your tie?"Aiden arched an eyebrow, lifting the hand that held his tie. "Thank you, Mrs. Carter," he said with that smile that still made my stomach flutter.I felt my cheeks warm as I took the tie from his hand.I'd always known Aiden was tall, but standing directly in front of him like this really drove the point home. At 5'6", I wasn't short by any means, but I still had to rise on my tiptoes to properly adjust his tie around his neck.This was the second time I'd done this for him. The first time, my nerves had gotten the better of me—my hands had trembled so much that the knot ended up loose and crooked. I'd wanted to fix it, but the warmth of his cedar cologne had made my fingers uncooperative, and I'd given up in embarrassment.Now, though we were much more comfortable with each other, I sti

Aria's POVI gripped my phone tighter as Nana's message popped up: "I'll start making arrangements! Time to clear up all those nasty rumors once and for all!"During my second year after bursting onto the jet ski racing scene, my refusal to show my face had sparked some truly ridiculous gossip in the circuit.The claims that I was "hideously ugly" were actually the tamer insults.The more outrageous rumors suggested I was actually a man who couldn't qualify in the men's division, so I'd switched to the women's competitions to steal the spotlight. According to them, I refused to show my face to avoid the backlash when I was "exposed."Seriously? The organizers obviously verified my gender before allowing me to compete in the women's division. But people who resented my success were numerous, and somehow even these brain-dead accusations found believers.They were so relentless because they knew they could get away with it—I'd never show