The Hockey Roommate's Filthy Desire novel Chapter 193

Chapter 193

Chapter 193

ARIA’S POV

Brandon ended up staying with us all through the weekend. He completely made himself at home, transforming what could have been a tense, terrifying waiting period into something beautiful.

During those two days, whenever we had a free moment away from the little girl, Brandon showed me exactly how much he desired me. He touched me, held me, and fucked me all through the weekend.

He made me cum over and over again, completely washing away the lingering fears of the custody battle with his heat. Even with the dark cloud of the Vance family hanging over us, his touch made me feel entirely alive

and safe.

But the weekend couldn’t last forever. By the time Monday morning rolled around, reality came knocking, and I had to go back to the office to run my company.

The morning was a sweet, coordinated blur. Brandon took charge of the schedule, stepping into the role of a protector seamlessly. He loaded Amelia into his car, drove her to school, and then drove me straight to my office building.

As we sat in the quiet luxury of his car, my mind kept drifting back to the memories of the past forty-eight hours. My face still tingled, and a warm blush crept up my neck just thinking about how he had woken me up that morning.

I had opened my eyes to the early light, finding him already inside me, moving slow and deep, claiming me before the day had even begun.

Brandon pulled the car up right to the front curb of my office building. He put the vehicle in park, turned his dark eyes toward me, and smiled softly. “What time do you think you’ll finish today, babe?”

“I should be done by early evening,” I said, checking my watch. “By that time, Amelia will already be back from school. The new nanny we hired will be at the house waiting for her, so she’ll be in good hands.”

Brandon nodded, looking pleased with the arrangement. “Good. I’ll come pick you up right after work, then. Don’t leave the building until I’m outside.”

I smiled at his protective nature, leaning across the center console to press a soft kiss against his lips. “Thank you, Brandon. For everything.”

“Always,” he murmured against my mouth.

When I finally stepped out of the car and walked onto the pavement, I felt his eyes on my back. I glanced over my shoulder and saw him watching me from behind the wheel.

True to his protective word, he waited patiently until I safely entered the glass doors of the lobby before he finally pulled away into the morning traffic.

The morning flew by in a rush of paperwork, emails, and budget reviews. It felt good to drown myself in work, even for a few hours. That afternoon, my assistant, Chloe, walked into my private office with a tablet pressed against her chest.

“Miss Aria, you have a luncheon meeting scheduled in thirty minutes,” Chloe reminded me, checking her digital calendar. “It’s with some of the potential board members and investors. They reserved a table at one of the fanciest, most exclusive restaurants in the city.”

I nodded, stretching my aching shoulders. “Right, the expansion lunch. Thanks, Chloe. I’ll head down now.”

I gathered my files, tucked my laptop into my bag, and took the elevator downstairs to the lobby. But the moment I walked out of the main doors toward the street, I instantly spotted a tall, sharp-looking man standing right next to a sleek, luxury black sedan.

The moment the man spotted me, he stepped forward and bowed his head respectfully. “Good afternoon, Miss Aria,” he said, his voice polite and low. “My boss asked me to be your personal driver today. I am here to take you wherever you need to go.”

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Chapter 193

I blinked in confusion, gripping my bag tighter. “Your boss? I’m sorry, who exactly is your boss?”

The driver smiled faintly. “Mr. Brandon, ma’am.”

A soft, warm smile instantly spread across my face. Of course it was Brandon. I felt a rush of sweetness hit my chest. “Oh. Okay, then,” I said, letting him open the heavy passenger door for me.

The moment I sank into the plush leather seat, I pulled out my phone and shot a quick text to Brandon.

You really didn’t have to hire a private driver for me today, Brandon! But thank you.

A few seconds later, my phone buzzed with his reply.

Anthony will take you wherever you need to go today, Aria. All I want is for you and Amelia to be safe. Let him drive you.

My heart melted a little bit more. I typed back a quick message.

Thank you, truly. I’m on my way to the restaurant now.

Anthony drove smoothly through the city, and within fifteen minutes, we pulled up to the entrance of the high- end restaurant. The place was beautiful, filled with white tablecloths, crystal chandeliers, and the city’s wealthy elite whispering over expensive wine.

I was shown to a large private table where the potential board members were already waiting. The meeting commenced smoothly. We went over profit margins, corporate structures, and future goals.

For about an hour, I felt like a confident, successful businesswoman who had everything under control. But then, my eyes accidentally drifted across the crowded dining room.

My breath caught in my throat. Sitting at a lavish table not far from mine was Julian’s mother, surrounded by a group of her wealthy, high-society friends.

They were sipping tea and gossiping, but the exact moment I looked over, the older woman’s eyes locked onto mine. I saw the instant, burning anger and deep hatred flash across her face.

Before I could even look away or try to ignore her, Julian’s mother abruptly set her teacup down, stood up from her chair, and marched straight across the restaurant floor toward my table.

Her heels clicked loudly against the marble, drawing the attention of several nearby diners. She stopped right at the edge of my table, looking down her nose at me with an ugly, judgmental sneer.

“Well, well, well,” Julian’s mother spoke, her voice loud and dripping with pure poison. “If it isn’t the shameless woman who is keeping my grandchild hidden away from me?”

A wave of intense heat rushed up my neck, and pure, suffocating embarrassment flooded my veins. My board members completely stopped talking, their jaws dropping as they stared back and forth between us in shocked silence.

Every eye in the elite restaurant suddenly turned to look at me.

I gripped my hands tightly together under the table, my knuckles turning white. I forced myself to stay calm, refusing to let her see how deeply her words had pierced me.

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