All Chapters of OWNED BY FOUR BILLIONAIRES : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

ARIA'S POV God. God, God, God. All air leaves my lungs at once. I can feel.. the cool air on skin that should not be getting cool air. I can’t believe I just flashed them. I flashed both Damian and Noah with my bare pussy. Can this day get any worse? My face is on fire, scratch that my whole body is on fire. I jerk up so fast my knees crack. I twist away from Noah's hand on my ass like he burned me. "I'm so sorry, I.. need to.." I turn and bolt for the door. I’m only three steps away when he calls. "ARIA." Damian's voice stops me dead in my tracks. I freeze with my hand on the doorknob. "Turn around," he says. I don't. "Ms. Sinclair. Look at me." The "Ms. Sinclair" does it. I turn slowly. My eyes are glued to the carpet and the scattered pens on the floor. I’m trying my best to look at anywhere but their faces. Damian is still behind his desk. He hasn't moved. But his eyes are dragging over me, slowly, and I can feel it. Noah is standing now

ARIA’S POV The penthouse is dead quiet when I walk in. There’s no sign of anyone being present. Just silence. I drop my bag on the marble counter with shaky hands. “Hello?” I call out. My voice echoes, but no one responds. I notice there’s a folded note on the island with a stupid smiley face drawn on it in blue pen. *Went to grab food. Back soon. — Luca* I smile, silly Luca, maybe he left with Elias as well. Well, I guess I’m alone then, since Damian and Noah said they’d stay back to “handle a few things.” They wouldn’t tell me what, but I have a hunch it had something to do with Mr Kane's visit. I toe off my heels and let out a breath. God, what a day. I’m exhausted utterly exhausted. I sink into the couch and close my eyes for maybe thirty seconds. Just thirty. *thud* I sit straight up instantly. Did something hit the floor? But the house is empty, who could’ve done that? “Hello?” I say again. Softer this time. Then I hear the sound again, accompani

ARIA’S POV The smell of lavender and lilies takes over the entire room. I’m standing in front of my mirror, doing my eyeliner with a hand that won’t stop shaking. The house is usually quiet around this time, Damian and Luca are probably dead to the world. Noah... He usually sleeps until 9, and Elias is probably awake somewhere in the house. He’s a night owl Which means if I’m quick, I can get to the hospital, see Mom for an hour, and be back before anyone notices I was gone. I tug on a plain sweater and jeans, and I slip my key card into my pocket, taking one last look in the mirror. “You got this,” I whisper. I move through the dark hallway quietly and stealthily. The marble floor is cold under my bare feet. I’m almost at the elevator when… “Aria.” I freeze. Noah's voice comes from the kitchen doorway. Shit. I turn around slowly and paste on a smile. He’s standing by the counter with a mug in his hand. His eyes look very tired, like he barely slept.

ARIA’S POV* “We have a visitor,” I say. Three sets of eyes snap to me. “Who?” Luca asks. His voice is already tight. I shift my bag on my shoulder. The strap digs into me. I’ve been running on three hours of sleep and hospital coffee and I don’t have the energy for whatever this is. “Reception said his name is Mr. Kane,” I tell them. “Richard Kane.” The name hits the room like a gunshot. I can tell their father is a sore subject for them. Then Damian moves fast. He’s on his feet before I can blink, and the chair scrapes back so hard it almost tips. “Is he in the house?” he asks. “I… I don’t know,” I stammer. “He’s in the lobby. Security called up. They said he insisted on ‘family business’ and that he’s your father so…” “Did you let him in?” Luca cuts in. He’s already standing too. His fists are clenched at his sides. “No,” I say quickly. “I just came to tell you. I didn’t know if he was supposed to…” “Jesus Christ,” Damian mutters under his

Aria’s pov I wake up to darkness. The house is so quiet. The kind of quiet that makes you aware of every breath. Luca's arm is heavy across my waist while Noah's foot is tangled with mine. I stretch slowly, trying to get out of his hold. And then my ass brushes against something hard. I freeze. Oh no. Did I just rub against Lucas's hard cock. God this was a stupid idea. I guess sleeping in a bed with four attractive men wasn't the smartest idea on my part. I try to shift but the fuse has already been lit. It took just one touch and now I'm all wet. I shouldn't. I really shouldn't, but I shift again. Just a little. His cock jerks against me and a quiet groan escapes me before I can stop it. God. I'm so pent up. I can't get any sleep and now this. I’m not going to survive this without a release. But how? Then an idea strikes me. I could, sneak out and grab my vibrator hidden in my drawer. I'll just need ten minutes and I'll be back. Yeah. That's a good