Danielle Rose Russell And Aria Shahghasemi Novels & Stories

the Director of NSF, who happened to be Alex’s ex, Aria, was greeting me before I was smiling at her. “Yes, it is stunning. And the WWF magazine was doing everything they can to make sure that the scientific community will learn about it. “I see. And I see you brought your plus one. You never have gone to this kind of event with someone before,” Aria said as she was staring at Ella. I cleared my throat before I was pulling her hand into mine on the table. “Aria, I would like you to meet Ella. Ella this is the director of NSF, Aria—“

" I like her. I think you should marry her.” I almost choked on my wine. The air thickened, as I remembered Damon calling me Mrs Blackwood in his office. Everyone glared at me with looks that could kill, and for some reasons, I really wished I was Mrs Blackwood. “Grandma, that is a serious decision. I have to think about it," Damon replied. She turned to me, smiling brightly. " Hi, I'm Rose Blackwood." “Hi," I smiled nervously, my heart racing too fast. “I'm Aria, Mr Damon's assistant."

She could feel Liam’s fury like a blade at her back, but she schooled her expression, pretending to be unaffected as Camille glided forward, every step a performance. POne woman stared at Aria so hard that she felt it, the woman was seated at a table with a bunch of old men, old powerful men. Why was she staring so hard at Aria? “And I’m proud to say,” Camille continued, voice pitched just high enough to carry, “that Aria will soon be resuming work in the Rothschild company.” The room went still. Murmurs erupted in the wake of her words. The sharks smelled fresh blood. Aria’s pulse kicked hard. She had foiled their plans to completely drag her in the mud, so they immediately jumped on the ne

Alexander made his words. They worked under his command, looking for traces of Aria and Zia. Meanwhile, the others made some team on the field to find their boss's wife. Everything seemed to be so risky now. They need to move fast. Especially when Zia knew that Aria was pregnant. So as Daniel… ….………………………………………… “Madam… Madam….” Aria felt someone shake her shoulder gently. “Hm…” “Madam… Are you okay?” She opened her eyes and a bright light surprised her.

"I like large breed dogs. I don't hate mixed breeds. I'm pure Russian, my accent is too. I can speak English fluently…" Ara's right eyebrow went up. Is he trying to continue the ruined conversation last night? "I am not the type to get fat easily. Not everything that comes out of Danil's mouth is the truth. I just really don't like eating a lot. Swimming is my sport." Ara laid down her own lounge chair. Listening attentively to her patient. "I like anything brown." Her forehead crumpled. "Sixty percent of my new wardrobe is shaded in brown. Is that a coincidence?"

I’ve yet to see the room, but I have faith that all of my staff know what they’re doing. The door swings open, and there stands my girl, or should I say my woman? The sapphire off-the-shoulder dress hugs every single curve on Aria’s body. The hem comes down to mid-thigh, and the black heels that she is wearing make her legs look phenomenal. Her raven locks are down around her shoulders, and her makeup is minimal. She looks sexy and classy all at the same time. “Wow, you look beautiful!” I grab her hand and lift it high, making her spin around slowly. Biting my lower lip when I get a glance at her ass in the dress; my dick is already getting hard.

“Enough.” We both turned to him. He stepped closer, his presence pulling at me like gravity. “Aria is working for Andrea Moretti,” he said evenly. “She’s Andrea’s new stylist.” The name hit me like a splash of cold water. “Andrea Moretti?” As if summoned, Andrea appeared. She was breathtaking, all sharp cheekbones and effortless elegance, her designer gown catching the light as she moved. She slipped her arm through Aleksander’s with the ease of someone who belonged there, her gaze sweeping over me with polite, icy disinterest.

At the end of the corridor, white light spilled in through glass doors. As soon as we stepped outside, a woman stood waiting, her arms full of papers. She was young and round-faced. But her eyes which were sharp at the corners, dulled her softness. She looked at me first, then at Lana sleeping in Francis’s arms. Her voice trembled. “Mr. Murray… who is this?” Francis ignored the question and instead turned to me. “This is my intern assistant, Rose.” I smiled politely. “Hello. I’m Aria, a friend of Mr. Murray.”

Rose giggled, brushing a fallen strand of hair off her face, “It was as pale as a corpse.” For what felt like the hundredth time in the past hour, Aria chuckled, her face was all smiles as she worked while Rose cracked jokes. “Nah, stop lying.” her shoulders loosened, "She wasn’t that pale. To be honest with you, Rose, I was also as nervous as she was.” “You did not show it though.” Rose leaned closer to Aria and added in a whisper that seemed to portray secrets, “I believe she was more nervous than you were. “

They didn’t move and that irritated Darla even more. Darla’s temper went up. “I’m the wife of the chairman!” she screamed. “Why aren’t you listening to me? Do you want to be fired?” Aria folded her arms. Her nose flared up. “No one can throw me out, Darla,” Aria said proudly. “Not even the chairman.” She stepped closer and grabbed Darla’s shoulder. Darla trembled with fear. “I’m the major shareholder of this company,” Aria revealed. “And would you like to see my cabin?”