All Chapters of 70 Days With The Wrong Billionaire : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

ARIA'S POVAntoine saunters into the entryway just as I’m pulling on my coat, still dressed in yesterday’s clothes and looking like he hasn’t seen a bed. His hair is a mess, but his mood is suspiciously bright.“Aria, where are you rushing off to so early?”I look him up and down. “I could ask you the same thing. You clearly didn’t sleep here.”He grins, unrepentant.“You’re only brave because Uncle Mike isn’t around. Don’t worry, I’ll be the first to report all your bad habits when he gets back. Two nights in a row now.”“Relax, couz.” He throws an arm around my shoulders and steals the bag from my hand. “Not everyone is lucky enough to have their entertainment delivered to the doorstep.” He winks.I roll my eyes and keep walking. Antoine is impossible when Uncle Mike is away. No one else can keep him in line.He follows me all the way to the car, still talking.“Guess who I saw at the club last n

ARIA'S POVPacking back to New York feels like gathering up pieces of my heart and trying to force them back into a box that is too small.I feel frustrated and anxious. And I have no choice than to go back because the days I asked for from Madame Genevieve are almost over and I need to complete my contract with them.For the past few days, the house has been a little tense due to the fact that Noah and I are actually leaving. Every time I catch Mamie’s eye, her gaze softens with that sadness only a parent can hold. She doesn’t say much, but her hands linger on my shoulders a little longer whenever she passes by.But the hardest part is Remy.My sweet boy who doesn’t fully understand the concept of time or distance yet, only that Mommy and Uncle Noah are getting back on a big airplane.He clings to my legs burying his face in my denim jacket."Do you have to go, Mommy?" he mutters, his little voice mu

NOAH'S POV I watch her go, her back swaying effortlessly. Aria has always been graceful. It took her forever to come down. Nearly forty minutes of me pacing, checking on her at some point and she was still in the bathroom. I really shot myself in the leg with this one. I look at the layout of the cinema room one last time. The space is completely transformed. I had the staff haul some stuff replacing them with low string lights and candles in glass. The perimeter is lined with hundreds of red roses, their petals scattered across the floorboards to create a path through the amber-lit room. The chirp breaks the silence—the robotic bird I’d picked up in Tokyo during a tech expo last year triggers, its mechanical throat mimicking a nightingale as it project-reads the word 'Princess' through the surround-sound speakers. It sounds ridiculous, a bit too high-tech for a romantic gesture, but I needed something to guide her in. Aria steps into the light of the doorway, her dark

NOAH'S POV This might as well be the last fucking test. When Aria walked into the hall in that dress—barely-there fabric clinging to every curve, long legs on full display, the neckline a deliberate act of war—I knew the night would be hell. I spent most of it glaring at every man who looked at her too long. Charlie was the only safe one; he was too busy staring at Alexis like she’d hung the moon. Aria kept taking every drink Alexis pushed into her hand. She was on a mission. I felt it in the way she moved, the way she looked at me over the rim of her glass. By the time she dragged me onto the dance floor my control was already fraying. Then she started rolling her hips against me. Her soft ass ground down on my cock with deliberate precision. I nearly came in my trousers right there. She knew exactly what she was doing. When she finally climbed into my lap, dress riding up so her heat pressed directly against the hard line of my dick, soft tits nearly spilling onto my chest, and

ARIA'S POVThen, when I start lifting my hips to meet him, he thrusts in to the hilt in one smooth, powerful stroke. A broken cry tears out of my throat at the same time a groan rips from his chest. “Fuck… so tight. God, you’re squeezing me already.” He stays buried deep, forehead pressed to mine, jaw clenched. The burn fades into a full pressure that somehow isn’t enough. I experimentally roll my hips. Noah lets out a shaky breath and starts to move. “That’s it—move with me. Show me how much you want it.” He begins slow and deep, every thrust deliberate, watching my face the entire time. The moment he sees pleasure overtake the discomfort, something in him snaps. His rhythm turns hard and relentless. The sound of skin meeting skin fills the room. “Fuck yes… take it. You can take it deeper than that.” He hooks one of my legs over his arm, changing the angle so he hits that perfect spot on every stroke. “Right there? Yeah, I can feel you clenching. Come on my cock, Princes