Chapter 105
Aiden’s POV
I dropped my smile and strode over to her in three quick steps, crouching down beside her. “Did you hurt yourself p>
Aria didn’t answer, just stayed curled up in that vulnerable position on the stairs.
Her silence made my blood run cold. My mind immediately went to her right leg- the one that had barely healed from her previous injury. If she’d damaged it again, the consequences could be permanent.
“We’re going to the hospital,” I said firmly, reaching to scoop her up.
The doctors had warned me her bones hadn’t fully healed. Another injury could mean she’d walk with a limp for the rest of her life-something I wouldn’t allow to happen on my watch.
With the awkward way she was huddled on the stairs, lifting her would be tricky. One wrong move and we’d both tumble down. I frowned, gently trying to pry her arms from around herself.
“Let’s get you checked out. Be good now p>
She finally lifted her head, those expressive eyes meeting mine. “I’m so embarrassed p>
Relief washed through me—if she was worried about embarrassment, the injury couldn’t be that serious. I allowed myself a small smile as I gazed down at her flushed face.
“What’s there to be embarrassed about? I’m the only one who saw p>
My comment only made her cheeks burn brighter.
“Can’t you just go away, Aiden?” she mumbled, refusing to look at me.
God, she was adorable. How could someone so graceful and accomplished at the piano transform into this endearing, awkward creature around me? The contrast was fascinating.
“If you stay crouched like that, you’ll get dizzy when you stand,” I warned her. “And since you’re on the stairs… can you guarantee you won’t fall? Is your pride worth risking your safety p>
She bit her lip in that way that always made my cock twitch. Finally abandoning her defensive posture, she looked up at me with those wide, innocent eyes. “Aiden, do you think I’m like a clumsy penguin p>
“Not at all p>
I watched her visible relief, waiting just long enough before adding: “More like a fumbling little bunny p>
The indignation that flashed across her face was priceless. Christ, she was cute when she pouted. I wanted to devour that full bottom lip she was worrying between her teeth.
She attempted to stand then, and I rose with her, noticing immediately how she swayed.
“Dizzy?” I steadied her with my hands on her waist, drawing her against me.
Her body pressed against mine, warm and soft in all the right places. I could feel every delicate curve through the thin fabric of her clothing. Her scent—that intoxicating mix of vanilla and something uniquely her-filled my nostrils as she leaned heavily against me.
After several seconds, her eyes cleared, but I didn’t loosen my hold. Why would I, when having her this close felt so damn good?
“Better now?” I murmured, deliberately lowering my voice to that register I knew affected her.
She nodded but didn’t pull away. “Yes… thank you p>
My hands slid from her waist to the small of her back, one continuing downward to cup her perfect ass. “This is what happens when you run away from me, bunny,” I whispered against her ear. “You hurt yourself p>
She shivered against me. “Aiden p>
“You know what I was thinking when I saw you checking me out earlier?” I pressed my hardening cock against her hip, making sure she felt exactly what effect she had on me. “Can’t stop thinking about bending you over the sofa p>
Her breath hitched. “W-what p>
“I’d push that pretty dress up around
your waist,” continued, my lips brushing her earlobe. “Pull those panties to the side and fuck you until the only music in that room would be the sounds you make when you, come on my cock p>
Her pulse visibly quickened at her throat. Those expressive eyes darkened with desire, her lips parting slightly.
“Tell me you haven’t thought about it,” I challenged, gripping her ass tighter, pulling her more firmly against my growing erection.
“I… I need to practice,” she stammered, pushing suddenly against my chest. “The piano. I need to practice the piano p>
I released her, but not before letting
my thumb brush across her lower lip. “Run along then, little bunny. But remember be listening to every note you play, imagining all the other sounds I could draw from you instead p>
“You’re such a naughty man p>
She practically fled up the stairs, and I watched her go, enjoying the view and the knowledge that she’d be thinking of me-of us—with every note she played.
Aria’s POV
I rushed upstairs with my heart threatening to hammer straight out of my chest. My face burned so hot I had to press my palms against my cheeks just to cool them down.
God, what was that man doing to me? The way he’d looked at me on those stairs— like he wanted to consume me whole-made my body ache in places I’d been trying desperately to ignore.
After several deep breaths, I finally felt composed enough to sit at the piano. I placed my trembling fingers on the cool keys and began playing Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony-the “Fate” symphony. How appropriate.
With each powerful note, I tried to push away the memory of Aiden’s hard body pressed against mine, the feel of his hands gripping my ass, his hot breath against my ear as he described exactly what he wanted to do to me.
“I’d push that pretty dress up around your waist. Pull those panties to the side and fuck you until the only music in that room would be the sounds you make when you come on my cock p>
My fingers faltered on the keys as his words echoed in my mind. Damn him. I started again, forcing myself to concentrate.
Three hours later, my fingers were cramping from the intense practice session, but at least I’d managed to
redirect my thoughts from thosen &
of th
dangerous territories. I massaged my sore fingers while checking my phone, finding several messages from Lillian.
Lillian: Someone caught photos of you and Mr. CEO last night. They’re GORGEOUS! [Image1.jpg] [Image2.jpg]
The messages had been sent two hours ago. I downloaded the photos and when I opened them, my face instantly heated again.
Lillian wasn’t exaggerating the photos were breathtaking.
The first captured the moment I’d run to Aiden in the rain, showing him in his black
suit holding an umbrella with one hand while his other arm circled my waist.
His head was bent toward mine, eyes locked with mine as I gazed up at him. My dress billowed around me, creating an almost cinematic effect.
Though it was just a frozen moment, there was undeniable movement and emotion captured within it.
The second photo showed our retreating figures—Aiden’s arm still around my waist as we walked away together through the downpour.
Both images had a dark, moody quality—the cold rain and black night creating a dramatic backdrop.
Yet somehow, against that cold darkness, our connection seemed to radiate warmth. There was a story there—our story-visible for anyone who looked closely
enough.
I set the photo as my screensaver. It was the only picture of us together, and honestly… it just looked good.
Knock knock.
The sudden sound at my door startled me so badly I dropped my phone with a
clatter.