? There you go again...? he murmured against my neck, his breath igniting every nerve in my body. ?Playing the innocent mouse, when really, you're a cunning little fox begging for release. ?
Sophie Cruz, a compassionate and skilled physical the...
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(Theme Song of the Chapter: Make Me - Britney Spears ft. G-Eazy)
Sophie◆Cruz
HANGOVERS WERE THE worst, but typically, they were the consequence of a great night before. Last night, however, was the complete opposite of the night out I needed. Aiden Accardi was becoming a literal disease seeping into the bloodstream of my life, polluting it with his nuisance of an existence.
Maybe I was just an unlucky girl, or perhaps I was just naive. Aiden ran this city, especially its nightlife. Was it much of a surprise that a portion of his billion-dollar net worth was invested in multiple clubs across Ocean Drive?
"This should make you feel better," Walter said, handing me some tea.
I sat on one of the stools next to the marble island in the kitchen of the main house. Blowing on the tea, I took a small sip and sighed as the warm liquid eased down my throat.
"I'm assuming you had a night?" Walter questioned, sounding like an old-school father questioning his daughter about her activities.
"You have no idea," I murmured.
My mood soured further as Aiden made his way into the kitchen. His hair was was damp, and he wore a white t-shirt and grey sweats. His eyes found me immediately, and his lips curled into an obnoxious smile. Dark eyes narrowed slightly as he brushed his thumb over his bottom lip.
"Great, you're here," he remarked.
I rolled my eyes. "I was waiting for over 15 minutes. If you want this client relationship to work, I'm going to need you to start respecting my time."
Standing up from the stool, I walked over to him with the papers that had been sitting on the kitchen island, now in my hand. I shoved them into his hands, giving him a forced smile. "Here you go, sir. A signed NDA for your royal highness."
I could hear Walter snicker on the other side of the kitchen, and I watched as Aiden shot him a look.
Aiden responded with a throaty chuckle, but it was far from lighthearted; one could say it was a little dark.
"Upstairs," he ordered, cocking his head towards the foyer.
I went to the foyer and started up the staircase, feeling a mix of irritation and nervousness as I felt Aiden's large build close behind me. Though I was faced away from him, I could feel his eyes on me, his domineering energy as I made my way upstairs.
"Session room," I could hear his voice enter my ears again as I made my way towards the workout room where we had our scheduled sessions.
"I thought I was off..." I commented as we entered the room.
He sat down on one of the cushioned benches, his eyes tracing my body. I stood there, growing a bit self-conscious, feeling exposed under his watchful gaze.
