Novel & Cerita Dear Aaron

"What the hell do I need you for? Why are you coming to me over something so trivial?" "This isn't trivial, sir." John stammered. "I'll send you a video so you can decide whether you want to return to the company." A few minutes later, Aaron strode out of the funeral parlor and sped to Reed Tower, his expression hideous. The car had barely stopped when he jumped out. He glowered at the images that played in succession on the electronic screen.

Taking my hand, he slid it over his chest so I could feel his heartbeat. “Thank you,” Aaron said, his expression serious but with a faint crooked smile. “Why are you thanking me?” I asked, raising my eyebrows in shock. “Even if this is just a dream, it was good to see them so happy again and to remember why I fight this war.” His fingers moved to my lips, tracing them gently and pressing lightly. “You intrigue me, little wolf.” I felt my cheeks flush as Aaron’s father called out to him, his voice drawing his attention.

Aaron forced out. "You've been cheating on me all along, haven't you, Taylor, so what makes what I do so bad, huh. I wanted to give you the world, and yet you leave with my son and act as if we haven't spent the last ten years of our lives together. I'm going to ruin you and this company; they will wish they had never allowed you to come back to work for them," Aaron seethed as I heard the zipper of his jeans and some rustling as he worked to free his dick.

he said “I could do that, yeah sure,” I responded half unsure. We went quiet for so long, the atmosphere was very quiet and warm, it was not uncomfortable it was just feeling right, the moment felt right and I liked it. “Aaron do you know the reason why you are here,? He asked his face showing concern. “I have a job here, now have three men I'm f*******g, is there anything else,? I said sarcastically. “I just wanted to be sure you understand why you are here,” and Aaron doesn't forget the reason why you are here, don't fall in love with anyone, be watchful, be very open-minded, and don't trust easily. He said

he repeated. "Oh, yeah, of course... sure, sure... wait... what?" he exclaimed. As he processed his son's words, his mind was buffering. "I intend to quit as the Alpha," he said again. "Uh, Ari, dear, could you please go back to your room first?" Acwulf inquired as he added, "I just want to talk to this Cub for a moment," he added as he dragged his son away. Dillon and I decided to return to the room where Gurion was crying alone.

Since when did Aaron's opinion start carrying this much weight? My jaw tightened. “When is it?” I heard myself ask. Aaron immediately looked up as his eyes widened slightly. “Next Saturday.” His fingers were nervously picking at his nails like he was silently praying I'd say yes. My stomach flipped again. I hated it. “If I'm not too busy that day...” I began slowly. I didn't even finish the sentence. Aaron's face lit up instantly as a wide happy grin spread across his lips. “You'll consider it?” he asked quickly. The excitement in his voice was impossible to miss.

I took a few breaths trying to calm down Me: “Nerd?” Aaron: “Mm?” Me: “You have five seconds to leave this house… or you’ll see a side of me I’m really really not proud of.” Aaron: “Huh?”

Aaron’s eyebrows shot up and he looked away from Cheyenne, not wanting to relive the memory. “I’m sorry. I’ve offended you, haven’t I?” Aaron shook his head aggressively. “No, it’s just,” he sighed, “Long story short, the aggressive ones got to me. Havana got to me in time before I died.” “Oh man. . .” Cheyenne whispered to herself, “I’m so sorry.” Aaron gave her a soft smile and opened her room door. “Go get dressed, Chey. We’re leaving soon.” Cheyenne took in a breath and nodded. She made her way inside but before shutting the door she gave Aaron one last look.

“Don’t be a hypocrite. You told Summer to give her daddy a second chance—so why won’t you? I’m not saying he’s perfect, god knows he’s not. But you’ll keep hurting if you keep this up. And whether you like it or not, Mr. Devil-in-a-Business-Suit deserves a shot. He’s Summer’s father.” She squeezes my hand and heads back to the counter, leaving me alone with my thoughts. Now two people have told me to give him a chance. Could they be right? My reverie shatters when Aaron slides into the booth across from me, his apron and visor gone now, dressed in jeans and a simple white shirt. “You got plans later?” He runs a hand through his hair, and I notice he’s sweating—nervous, maybe? “Nothing I can’

The reminder of the party sent a fresh wave of nerves through him. Aaron leaned in one last time, lips hovering near Leon’s ear. “I’ll pick you up tomorrow. Wear something nice. Or don’t. You look good in anything.” He pulled back slowly, that smirk still firmly in place. “Don’t be late, tutor boy. We’ve got a deal to start fulfilling.” With that, Aaron turned and walked toward the rooftop door, hands in his pockets like he hadn’t just turned Leon’s entire afternoon upside down. He glanced back once, eyes dark with promise.