Aaron Gordon Girlfriend Novels & Stories

I didn't want to have anything to do with him, nor do I want to get the label of a mistress. Aaron frowned deeply. “Girlfriend? I don't have a girlfriend, Luna” he affirmed. Annoyance crept into me at his reply. Why was he denying? “You do have a girlfriend, Mr. Aaron. Carolina. You should be with her instead of conversing with me.” My voice was firmer than I had expected. Aaron's jaw ticked, and he seemed to be pissed. “Who told you that?” he asked in a stern tone. I was confused as to why he was behaving that way. I sighed, “Carolina.”

I don't reach for it the first time, but then it beeps again, which eventually forces me to shoot Ava an apologetic look before reaching for it. Cleo has sent a picture of me from another gossip magazine with the headline WHO IS AARON O'SULLIVAN'S NEW FIANCÉE? Accompanied by a bunch of question marks. My throat tightens up as I stare at the close-up shot of me from when Aaron was helping me out of the limo. The angle is all wrong and awkward, and my eyes are partially closed, which makes it look like I was taking a nap while standing instead of blinking like I know I was.

My hands trembled as I picked it up. “Read it. Out loud.” I swallowed. “This agreement states that Blake Monroe will act as Ethan Blackwood’s girlfriend for a duration of three months, in exchange for the sum of thirty million dollars, to be paid upon successful completion of the arrangement.” I dropped the paper. He watched me with that damn smirk. “Well?” I stared at him. “Are you completely out of your f**king mind?”

Joe ask. "I don't know. I never met her." "Hey, get a grip, Chase. The heart is what matters most." Aaron advises him to make all of them nod in agreement. "Hey, guys..I've been planning to propose her tomorrow." Nigel started. "Wow! Another shocking news!" Joe said in a surprise. "Are you serious man?" Aaron ask. He never met with his girlfriend because he said that she works as a stewardess, so it's a bit difficult for them to meet her. Her schedule always pack.

Aaron didn’t even flinch. "Babe, this is Sabine, my sister." His voice softened when he looked at her, something warm passing between them. That softness? It threw me. He’d told me on our first date that he was his mother’s only child. And I knew Caroline had two kids. So Sabine… she wasn’t from his mother’s side. "Sabine, this is Venus, my girlfriend." "Girlfriend? Oh my God, Aaron." Her face lit up like Christmas. "It’s so nice to meet you. My rude brother didn’t even tell me he had a girlfriend." She shot him a mock glare before pulling me into a hug.

How come she knows my name? “Yes,” I answered warily. “And you are?” She stood up gracefully and walked toward me, extending her hand. “Jolene. Aaron’s girlfriend. It's nice to finally meet you.” Girlfriend? My brain froze for a second and I tried to assimilate the word. I didn't realize when I shook her hand automatically, trying to keep my face neutral even though my stomach was twisting. Girlfriend. The word kept echoing in my head. Aaron had never mentioned anyone. Not even once. And here she was, letting herself in with her own key, sitting on the couch like she belonged.

' "Who's Xante with?" Annie poured some water for Aaron. "Here you go, Mister Aaron. Please have some water." "Thanks, Annie." Aaron gracefully accepted the glass of water while answering, "Xante's with my girlfriend." 'Girlfriend'. The word was like a stab in the heart for Annie. She looked at Aaron in disbelief, thinking she heard wrong. However, Aaron did not look at her. Instead, he looked at Corinne with a smile. "They should be here soon. Boss, my girlfriend is very nervous about meeting you, so please be kind to her, yeah? And please don't tell her any embarrassing stories about me."

She was my girlfriend, my love" Aaron started and Grace already felt like she wanted to stop Aaron but he can't seem to open his mouth. "We were together for eight years, yes eight. We got together pretty early, found our happiness in each other and it all happens so fast that we were going to celebrate our eighth Anniversary. Everything was fine, she was happy with me, I was madly in love with her. She also loved me." Aaron shakily breathed. "I was not like this before. I was a happy and ongoing person, so happy that there was not a day when I was not laughing stupidly with her." Aaron had a bitter smile on his face while he was looking into space seemingly reliving his past.

I paused, taken aback by the unexpected turn of the conversation, my mind racing to process the depth of her inquiry A gentle smile played on my lips as I observed the seriousness in Ava's expression, her question about my feelings towards Aaron hanging in the air like a delicate thread. Sensing her inquiry, I shook my head gently, clarity emerging as I sought to convey my thoughts with honesty and transparency. "I don't have romantic feelings for Aaron, Ava. He's a dear friend to me, but our connection is purely platonic. I'm married to Dylan Harmon, and my love belongs to my husband," I explained, the words carrying conviction and loyalty to the bond I shared with Dylan.

His affections, it turned out, had wandered far from the confines of his home. Maite, Aaron’s ex-girlfriend, a woman with a fiery spirit and a penchant for luxury, had become the object of his clandestine affections. Their meetings were a carefully orchestrated ballet of deception, a series of stolen moments in quiet cafes and secluded hotels, carefully masked by a veneer of respectability.