Tucking a lock behind her ear, I drawl, “Now, what would like to do for the rest of the day?”
***
Opening up to Arya about my struggles was both hard and easy. Summoning the courage to speak being the toughest, and once I started talking, it became easier and easier. There was no ounce of judgment on her pretty face, which eased my nerves.
It was therapeutic and cathartic in the best possible way.
However, there are other sinister and devastating secrets that I’m keeping from her. Like the fact I’m covertly investigating my father’s business dealing. That I hired her as my publicist only for show and my grand plan to take down my father is completely different. The end I envisioned once I won the long overdue battle is one that could obliterate her world and how she views me.
I don’t plan to end it the same way anymore. Nevertheless, she has to know. And I will confess as soon as I secure my position as the CEO at the upcoming board meeting.
Until then, our relationship has to remain a secret.
Of course, Kian would’ve figured out there’s something going on between us after the scene I caused at The Mirage. I can trust him to keep it to himself as well as keep the mouths shut of the other patrons who saw me with Arya.
When we join the club, we sign an NDA that prohibits us from discussing what occurs inside those walls. No one would dare to breach it because the consequences would be dire.
I’m pulled out of my reverie when Arya lays her hand on my thigh.
“It feels like it was yesterday that I was driving to your place to seduce you,” she says from the passenger seat.
I look away from the road to shoot her a filthy smirk. “I should’ve made you wear the coat before we left your place.”
After spending the entire day with her, I asked her to come over to my house and spend the night. If anyone’s presence is going to make it feel like a home, it’s my sunshine angel.
“Too late.” Her husky laugh teases my ears , sinking into my veins.
“I can make you take off your clothes in the car.”
“I’m not getting naked in front of Pihu,” she yelps, making our little kitten startle in her lap. “Or letting you fuck me in front of her.”
“Don’t worry, I don’t plan to.”
“Good.”
I bite back a grin.
Half an hour later, I park outside of my mansion. In my peripheral vision, I catch Arya’s cheeks heating up at the memory of the last time.
My cock thickens in my sweatpants, remembering the wet and tight feel of her throat as I fucked it for the first time.
Unhooking my seatbelt, I get out of the car before the sexual tension makes me snap. Sauntering around the hood, I unlock her door and take Pihu from her. Helping her out with my free hand, I shut the door and move back to pull out her overnight bag from the backseat. Then I lead both my precious girls toward the front doors.
There’s a knot in my stomach as I wonder what she’ll think of my place. If she can tell my shame and smell the alcohol. I start to second guess my decision to bring her here.
The knot tightens, travelling to the top of my throat, the closer we get to the short flight of stairs.
I jolt when she touches my arm. “Babe, stop overthinking.”
I swear my heart stops beating for a second when she calls me babe. It makes me want to puff out my chest and fall to my knees at her feet.
A telltale blush blossoms on her face as it dawns on her that she gave me a nickname. No one’s ever given me one.
Her throat bobs, lips opening and closing, as she starts to take it back.
“Don’t, angel,” I plead. Her expression softens. “I love the sound of it.”
“Okay, babe.” Inching up on her toes, she captures my lips in a soft kiss, then whispers against them, “And I can tell you’re worrying about bringing me here. Please don’t. Nothing’s going to push me away.”
