The CEO's Rejected Wife And Secret Heir novel Chapter 97

Chapter 97: Chapter 97:

Aria pov

I left before he could respond, before the tears could fall, before I admitted that yes, I had enjoyed it. Enjoyed making him want me. Enjoyed the power of knowing I could still affect him that way.

But I was also terrified. Because if I could still make him lose control with a simple touch, what did that mean for my carefully constructed walls?

Twenty minutes later, I emerged from my room dressed for the day. Black pants, silk blouse, heels. Ready to face the world. Damien was waiting in the hallway.

"Noah’s watching cartoons." He gestured to the living room. "Can we talk?"

"I have work—l"

"Please." The word stopped me. "Five minutes."

I crossed my arms. "Fine, five minutes."

He led me to his study, closing the door behind us. The moment it clicked shut, I whirled on him.

"Last night" he began.

"Was you playing games with me," I cut him off, my voice shaking with anger. "You beg me to come home, you put your hands all over me, you kiss my neck, you grab my ass, you work me up until I’m practically begging—and then you just stop? Tell me to go to bed like I’m a child?"

"I was trying to."

"To what? Prove you have control? Show me you can make me want you whenever you feel like it?" I stepped closer, jabbing my finger at his chest. "Congratulations. Point made. You can still turn me on, you win."

"That’s not what I was doing." He caught my hand. "Aria, I stopped because"

"Because you wanted to humiliate me?" My voice cracked. "Make me feel like I was throwing myself at you? Like I was desperate?"

"No!" His grip tightened. "God, no. I stopped because I didn’t want you to wake up this morning and regret it. Didn’t want you to hate me more because I took advantage when you weren’t ready."

"Don’t." I yanked my hand away. "Don’t pretend you were being noble. If you were being noble, you wouldn’t have started anything in the first place."

"You’re right." The admission surprised me. "I shouldn’t have touched you. Shouldn’t have pushed but Aria—" His eyes blazed. "When you came home last night, when you stood there looking at me like that, I couldn’t help myself. I’ve been dreaming about touching you again for weeks."

"So you decided to tease me instead?" I laughed bitterly. "To see how far you could push before pulling away? Very mature, Damien."

"I pulled away because I was about to lose control!" His voice rose to match mine. "Because five more seconds and I would have had you against that wall, and damn the consequences. And you deserved better than that. Better than me taking what I want."

"Don’t tell me what I deserve!" I shoved at his chest. "Don’t act like you know what I want or need! You lost that right years ago!"

"I know I did!" He grabbed my arms, holding me in place. "I know I have no right to touch you, to want you, to even look at you. But I can’t help it. You’re all I think about. All I want."

"Stop." Tears spilled over. "Just stop." 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

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