Aaron Waters Girlfriends Novels & Stories

Before Marianne could celebrate, Anson threw cold water on the situation, "Anyone can wear rings. I could wear matching rings with Aaron on our ring fingers. I've worn wedding rings with countless actresses while filming—that doesn't make any of them my wife." Aaron rolled his eyes. He wished Anson wouldn't drag him into this, thank you very much. Unlike Anson, he wasn't stupid enough to keep arguing. He thought Aria looked familiar. After a few more glances, he realized she resembled Larry Spencer’s wife. The more he looked, the more alarmed he became. Damn, no way. Aria Jackson... wasn't she the woman Larry had just divorced? Aaron's gaze toward Archer grew increasingly strange, while Anso

The 3 PM all-hands meeting was already underway when Audrey Mitchell, the CEO's wife, shoved the door open, her expression cold as ice. She marched straight at me and slammed a photograph onto my laptop keyboard. It was taken in a luxury hotel lobby. A young woman was trying to wrap her arm around Benjamin Mitchell, our CEO, while he held his hands up in a gesture of resistance. "Dylan, is this your girlfriend?" More than a hundred people packed into the conference room, collectively holding their breath. The room went dead silent. Beside me, my intern, Zoe Brooks, slowly pushed back her chair and stood up. She turned to look at me. Her eyes were red. "Dylan, last month in the break r

Aaron said with a desperate groan, his jaw tightening as he tried to find a lie that would fix this. “It’s not what it looks like… yet your naked pictures are literally everywhere?” Tasha mocked, a harsh scoff escaping her lips. “The entire city is looking at photos of you in hotel rooms with cheap girls. I thought you loved me, Aaron? You swore to me that I was the only one.” “Yes! Yes, I loved you! I still love you!” Aaron insisted, taking another small step forward, his hands open in a pleading gesture.

"Uh... Actually-- "Yes! I am his girlfriend. Any problem with that? Baby, I have been looking for you. I missed you so much." Aurie shook her head and smiled even wider. "Nice meeting you. My name's Aurora and I am Liam's best friend. I'm so glad that Liam finally met a beautiful woman that would love him. May I know your name?" "Mira. My name is Mira Westwood." "Nice meeting you, Mira. Maybe we can hang out some other time?"

"Once we've already slept together, do you really think you'll still be able to stop it? Losing my virginity in a luxury ocean-view suite sounds pretty exciting when you think about it." "Naomi, have you no shame at all?" Kiera screamed. Then, a second later, she suddenly laughed. "You really are an idiot. I already know where you two are going. I swear I'll never let you marry into this family." The call disconnected immediately afterward. Looking at the darkened screen, I smiled too. In all of Ebonford, only Aureline Hotel had luxury ocean-view suites. Of course, I let slip on purpose. Just imagining Kiera rushing over there with that smug look on her face made me look forward to tomorrow'

we’re not mates nor are we lovers. Like this burning fire, the tension between us crackles when we need each other — or just each other’s bodies. So, I guess . . . “I’m afraid to tell you, Aaron, but those female warriors were right.” I sigh. He instantly choked on his sandwich. I gave him some water, worried. “What?!” His eyes widened at me. I flash him a light smile, avoiding his gaze. “It’s true. Maybe not a sex slave, but somehow, a fuck friend?” I smile and his eyes rolled back his head, dizzy as he was once again about to pass out.