Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Boss (Venus and Aaron) novel Chapter 62

Chapter 62

VENUS

Aaron led me through the house like he was gliding through a memory-one carefully preserved and painfully untouched. Each hallway echoed with quiet opulence, the air heavy with the scent of polished wood, aged books, and something faintly floral-like a home holding its breath.

“This used to be my grandfather’s room anytime he visited,” he said, nodding toward a room with a door slightly ajar, its shadows untouched by light. “No one goes in there now.”

I didn’t ask why. Some silences are sacred, too brittle to touch.

We passed five-maybe six-guest rooms, a sprawling library that looked like it belonged in a Gothic manor, and a sunroom that still smelled faintly of lavender and dust. Every detail was flawless. The home was alive, yes… but frozen. As though time had chosen this place to stop and never restart.

“Your mom really keeps it together,” I murmured, fingers trailing the curved wooden rail as we ascended the staircase.

“She does,” he said. But something in his voice tightened. Like maybe she kept too much together. Like perfection had a price.

At the end of the hallway, we reached a set of towering double doors-dark mahogany, the surface smooth and gleaming, almost like it had been recently polished.

Aaron pushed them open, and I stepped inside.

Then stopped.

“Your room?” I asked, though the answer was already evident.

“Yeah.”

It was massive. The ceilings soared above us like a cathedral. The walls were painted in a moody charcoal shade that swallowed the light, broken only by framed art that leaned toward minimalism. The curtains were drawn tight, cocooning the room in a dusky, low-lit ambiance.

But it wasn’t cold.

It was immaculate. A curated kind of order. Like someone who didn’t just crave control-but needed it to survive.

“This is…” I turned slowly, taking it all in. “Unexpected.”

He raised a brow, watching me with that unreadable expression he wore like armor. “Why?”

“I don’t know. I guess I imagined something colder. Something you didn’t care about.” I turned back to him, and he hadn’t moved an inch from the door.

“When last were you here?”

“If you’re asking about the room, years. The house? Months. Rosemary does a lot of traveling.” His voice drifted, his gaze sweeping across the room like he was seeing ghosts.

“Oh.”

I stepped further in. Every detail pulled at me. The sharp, clean lines of his desk. The untouched chessboard on a side table. The perfectly arranged books, no dust in sight. There were no personal photos. No clutter. No warmth, but no mess either. Just… silence with structure.

I turned around-and found his gaze still on me.

Aaron Sinclair. A storm disguised in tailored suits. A fever dream I kept trying to wake from… and failing.

I didn’t plan to kiss him.

But maybe I’d wanted to for a long time and refused to admit it.

Maybe it was the intimacy of the space. Or the way the room carried his scent-spice, musk, and something clean. Or maybe it was the quiet way he watched me like I was something delicate in a world he usually crushed.

Whatever it was, I crossed the room.

And kissed him.

No hesitation. No warning.

Just need. Raw and breathless.

Successfully unlocked!

My lips pressed to his-soft, then demanding. Like I was testing a fuse and found it already burning.

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At first, he didn’t move.

And then he did.

His mouth crashed against mine like he’d been waiting for permission. Like restraint had never been an option. His hands gripped my waist, pulled me in so fast, I stumbled into him.

He caught me.

Lifted me.

My breath hitched as he hoisted me onto the desk behind me, his hips sliding between my parted legs, claiming every inch of space like he owned it-like he owned me.

His tongue tangled with mine-deep, deliberate, devastating. I moaned into his mouth, fingers threading into his hair, tugging. He tasted like warmth, like ruin, like everything I wasn’t supposed to want.

His hands slid under my blouse-confident, slow, searching. Not rushed, just sure. Like he knew exactly what would make me shiver.

And I did.

My spine arched. My legs tightened around his hips.

I wanted his breath hot on my skin. I wanted his name gasped between kisses. I wanted more-so much more-I didn’t know where I ended and he began.

Then-

Knock knock.

The sound shattered everything.

We froze.

“Mr. Aaron?” a voice called softly through the door. “Rosemary asked me to tell you lunch is ready.”

Silence.

The kind that hums in your ears.

Aaron exhaled slowly, forehead dropping to mine.

“Thank you,” he called back, voice lower, rougher than before.

We waited until the footsteps faded.

And then it hit me.

Reality.

Hard.

I pulled away, fast. My breath was ragged. My heart thumped like I’d run miles. I scrambled off the table, hands shaking as I adjusted my blouse, as if that could erase what had just happened.

My lips still tingled.

My body still screamed.

And I… hated how much I wanted more.

What the hell was that?

No. I knew what it was.

And I hated that I’d let it happen.

This is just a contract, Venus. It’s paper and time and rules. Not feelings.

Feelings get you hurt.

Feelings get you abandoned.

Feelings are for fools.

It wasn’t feelings, I told myself.

It was lust.

I was sexually starved. That’s all. And from the way he touched me, kissed me, devoured me… he was too.

“I shouldn’t have-” I started, but the words fell flat.

What was the point?

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It already happened.

Aaron adjusted his shirt, lips parted like he wanted to say something… but didn’t. That silence?

That hurt more than any words could have.

I swallowed hard, forced my spine straight. “We should go.”

He nodded once and opened the door.

I walked out first, head high, steps steady.

But inside?

Inside, I was fire and shame and longing all wrapped in silk.

Still burning.

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