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Hours later, Tyler dropped Aria off at home.They lingered on the sidewalk in front of the apartment building with her bags already out of the trunk.He tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and kissed her, slow and lingering.“Text me when you’re settled, okay?”She nodded. “I will.”He hugged her tightly as his scent filled her nostrils… and her brain.Aria felt the love in his arms, but she also felt he had become a bit more guarded.Then, he stepped back. “Bye.”She waved and watched the car pull away before turning and heading upstairs, completely exhausted and wrung out, both physically and emotionally.As soon as she stepped inside, she padded to her room, dropped her bag by the door, and collapsed face‑first on the bed.Her door cracked open.“Heyy…” Lena’s voice floated brightly. “You’re back!” Aria rolled onto her back. “Yeahhh…”Lena came in and flopped onto the bed beside her. “So, tell me everything. Was it amazing? Did you two eat each other alive or just the loc

After Jason sent the text, he stepped out of his study room and almost walked straight into Victoria.“What—” he muttered. “What are you doing?”She lifted the small clutch in her hand. “I…uh, I was coming to tell you I’m heading out.”That made him blink.“You were… going to tell me?”Usually, she always left without announcements.Half the time, he knew her schedule from social media.“Yes. Is that such a foreign concept?”He looked down, involuntarily, at her stomach.Even though she’d told it was a surrogate carrying the baby as she’d used a sperm bank, the news still felt unreal.She had explained it was the ‘final push’ needed to seal his seat in the University’s board.He had understood it then, but he was still upset that she hadn’t informed him beforehand and had to announce it in front of everyone like that.The media would automatically assume the baby was his. Everyone would.He glanced down at her outfit. “Am I supposed to go with you?”His tone was flat.“No,” she said,

Her breath caught, but her hands were already on the buttons of her blouse.He watched her undress like it was his favorite show.His gaze locked on every inch of skin she revealed.When it hung open, she tugged it off her shoulders and let it drop with her coat.“Skirt.”She unzipped slowly and pushed it down her thighs.His eyes raked over her body, bare legs, panties, bra, and up to her flushed cheeks, like he was cataloging what belonged to him.Because she did.“Turn around.”She obeyed without hesitation.Then, Jason pushed off from the bed and moved over to her.She shivered as his hands slid from her waist up to the clasp of her bra, unhooking it with practiced ease.The straps fell, freeing her breasts to the cool air. He palmed them and pulled her back against his chest.A moan escaped her lips as his thumb circled her nipples until they peaked hard, and he pinched one roughly, twisting it just enough to send a jolt straight to her core.Aria felt his cock press into her low

**ONE DAY BEFORE FRANCE TRIP**The bedroom looked like a boutique had exploded on it.Dresses, jeans, tops, shoes, chargers, adapters—everything was in chaotic piles while Aria’s half‑zipped suitcase gaped open on the floor.She sat cross‑legged in the middle, holding up a black dress in one hand and a pair of mom jeans in the other.“I’m thinking this for nighttime walks,” Lena snatched the black dress from her. “You need something that says I belong here.”Mia grabbed the jeans.“And this for morning markets,” she added. “You know, for when you’re pretending not to be jet‑lagged and buying croissants like a local.”Jade was on the floor by the suitcase, rolling tops into tight little logs.“You guys are overpacking her,” she complained. “Her luggage allowance is not your Pinterest board.”Aria laughed. “I literally have two pairs of jeans and some tops.”“And four dresses,” Lena pointed out.“Four necessary dresses,” Mia corrected. “One for touristy stuff, one for a fancy dinner, on

Eight hours later, Paris looked unreal through the plane’s tiny window.Aria gasped as the clouds gave way to buildings and roads, then a flash of the Seine and a gray‑blue sky that looked like every movie she’d ever seen about this city.She disembarked with the rest of the passengers, excitedly glancing about, a contrast from the tired faces around her.At baggage claim, she caught a glimpse of Jason at the far end of the carousel.His gaze passed right over her, cool and detached.Once outside, they shared one quick look across the curb, then each slid into different taxis.“Hotel Lumière, s’il vous plaît,” she told the driver carefully as she read off the address from Jason’s text.At the back of the taxi, she peered out the window.Her jaw remained on the floor as she snapped the cream-colored buildings with wrought‑iron balconies, narrow streets spilling into wide boulevards.Scooters weaved between cars, and café tables were occupied by people who looked chic with beret caps.B