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ARIA POV “Adrian, before taking me around, why don’t you just drop me at Aria’s school? Then we can tour together when she’s done.” Ethan said it with that same smug little smirk plastered on his face, like he had just suggested the most brilliant idea in the world. Like he already owned the day. Like he already owned me. I stared at him in pure shock and disgust, my mouth opening but no words coming out. The audacity. The sheer, unbelievable nerve. He wanted my Adrian, to drop him off at my school so they could “tour together” afterwards?The car suddenly felt too small. I could feel Adrian’s eyes on me in the rearview mirror, dark and burning, even though his face stayed perfectly blank. His knuckles were white on the steering wheel. Ethan leaned back, completely relaxed, arm still draped casually along the back of my seat like we were old friends. “What do you think, Aria? It’ll be fun. You can show me all the cool spots around campus and introduce me to your friends. I’ll e

ADRIAN POV I know I shouldn’t be jealous. I know she’s nothing more than a pawn in this game. After everything my men uncovered today. Aria Bennett should be nothing but a tool for me to use. A means to an end it all for Victor fucking Bennett. A pretty weakness I can exploit to bring her father down. I’ve done this before. I’ve played this game a hundred times. Never get attached, never let anyone close, never mix business with whatever this is between us. But fuck, seeing Ethan flirt with her in my car today felt like someone had poured acid straight into my veins. That smug bastard leaning in too close, calling her “roomie,” talking about hidden spots and personal tours like he already had a claim on her. The way his arm rested behind her seat. The way he looked at her was like she was already his. I wanted to stop the car, drag him out, and put a bullet between his eyes right there on the side of the road. I’ve now added Ethan Hayes to my personal list of people who

ARIA POV I was still shaking.My legs felt like jelly, my thighs slick and sticky with a mixture of my own cum and Adrian’s. My dress was bunched up around my waist, panties tangled uselessly around one ankle, and my chest heaved with every ragged breath I tried to catch my breath. The couch creaked softly beneath me as I slumped against it, completely spent.Adrian was still hovering over me, his cock softening inside me, while he pressed his forehead to mine. His breathing was just as heavy as mine. For a long moment, neither of us moved. The only sounds in the small room were our uneven breaths and the faint wet sound as he finally pulled out of me slowly.I whimpered at the loss, my pussy clenching around nothing, already missing the fullness of him. A thick trail of his cum leaked out of me, sliding down my inner thighs in a warm, messy flow. I could feel it dripping onto the couch, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t even think straight.Adrian’s hand cupped my cheek gently, his thu

AUTHOR POINT OF VIEW “How the hell did the shipment disappear?” Mr Bennett’s voice thundered through the office, in a way that made it far more dangerous than any reckless outburst. The four men standing in front of him remained completely still, their shoulders stiff, their hands locked behind their backs. Yet the tension rolling off them was unmistakable, thick enough to choke on, because every single one of them understood exactly what kind of man they were standing before, and more importantly, what happened to people who failed him.Victor Bennett was not known for forgiving mistakes.He was known for erasing them.Slowly, he rose from his chair, the soft scrape of it could be heard against the marble floor echoing louder than it should have in the suffocating silence. HIS towering presence immediately shifted the balance in the room, forcing the men to straighten even further as his gaze swept over them one by one. “I asked a question,” he said again, his tone a bit softer

ARIA POVIt had been two days since I last saw Adrian, and I couldn’t deny that I missed him.He had taken a sick leave from my dad, something I only found out when I asked one of the maids where the usual black car was. All my attempts to reach him felt futile. His number wasn’t going through, and every message I sent sat there, undelivered, as he had vanished into thin air.I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling, my phone clutched tightly in my hand. The screen was still open to our last conversation, that single commanding text from him telling me to meet him at the driver’s quarters. I had read it at least fifty times since then, my thumb hovering over the keyboard, wanting to type something, anything, but knowing it wouldn’t deliver.The ache between my legs had faded a bit, but the memory of him remains with me. The way he had fucked me against the wall, the way he had made me scream his name, the way he had filled me until I was dripping with him. I pressed my thighs together,