The Hockey Roommate's Filthy Desire novel Chapter 91

Chapter 91

Chapter 91

ARIA’S POV

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The day of the engagement party arrived faster than I expected, and somehow, I still wasn’t ready for it.

I sat quietly in the private jet, my fingers resting lightly on my lap as I stared out the window, watching the clouds stretch endlessly beneath us. Everything about this felt surreal.

The jet. The destination. The man sitting across from me like this was just another ordinary day.

Brandon.

He hadn’t given me a choice. Not really. The moment he said he needed me there, that was it. No room for negotiation. No space to refuse.

And now here I was, thousands of feet in the air, heading straight back to a city I had no intention of ever returning to.

A city filled with memories I would rather forget.

A quiet sigh slipped past my lips as unease settled deeper in my chest. I just hoped….hoped I wouldn’t run into anyone I knew.

Because I wasn’t ready for that. Not yet.

The subtle hum of the jet filled the silence between us. Brandon was seated comfortably, going through something on his tablet like none of this required any thought from him.

Like bringing me into this situation was effortless.

I shifted slightly in my seat, pressing my lips together as a wave of discomfort rolled through me. It started out faintly. Barely noticeable.

Then it grew. My stomach turned uneasily, my head beginning to feel light. Oh no. I swallowed hard, my fingers tightening slightly against the armrest. Not now.

Not here.

“Brandon…” My voice came out softer than I intended.

He looked up immediately. “What is it?”

“I don’t feel…” I paused, pressing my lips together as another wave hit me harder this time. “…good.”

His expression changed instantly. Focused. Alert.

“Motion sickness?” he asked.

I nodded weakly, already regretting every decision that led me onto this jet. Without another word, he stood

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and closed the distance between us. “Lie down,” he said.

“I’m fine.” I tried to argue, though my voice lacked conviction.

“You’re not.” he replied simply.

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Before I could protest further, he guided me gently, positioning me so I was lying across the seat. Then, without hesitation, he sat down and adjusted slightly.

“Here.” he murmured. And just like that, my head was resting on his thighs. I stilled.

The position felt too close. Too intimate. My breath hitched slightly as I became suddenly aware of everything, the warmth beneath my cheek, the steadiness of him, the faint scent of his cologne.

“I-this is fine.” I said quickly, attempting to sit up..

His hand pressed lightly against my shoulder, stopping me. “Stay,” he said, calm but firm.

I hesitated. But another wave of dizziness hit me, and this time, I didn’t argue. Instead, I let myself relax.

His hand moved to rest lightly against my arm, not restrictive, just there. Grounding.

“Close your eyes,” he added quietly. And for some reason, I did.

The steady rhythm of the jet, combined with the unexpected comfort of the position, slowly eased the nausea twisting in my stomach.

But it didn’t ease my thoughts. Because lying there, so close to him, I couldn’t ignore the strange mix of emotions building inside me.

Confusion. Awareness. Something softer that I didn’t want to acknowledge.

This wasn’t supposed to feel safe. And yet, it did. I hated that. By the time we landed, the dizziness had faded, but the exhaustion remained.

Everything felt heavier than usual. My body, my thoughts, even my steps as we exited the jet.

The city greeted us like it always did-loud, alive, and painfully familiar.

I wrapped my arms lightly around myself, as if that would somehow shield me from everything waiting here.

“We’ll head to my family house,” Brandon said as we approached the car.

“No.”

The word came out immediately. He paused, turning to look at me. “I’m not going there,” I added, more firmly this time.

His gaze lingered on me, studying, “Why?”

I exhaled slowly. “Because I know what that means,” I said. “Your family. Your circle. People like that…” I shook

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my head slightly. “I don’t want to be discussed. Not again.”

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Not after everything. Not after the scandal. Not after the whispers. A brief silence passed between us before he nodded once. “Fine.”

Relief flickered through me. “We’ll get a hotel.”

The hotel was everything I expected-luxurious, pristine, and far too composed for the mess in my head.

But even that came with complications. “There are no suites available,” the receptionist explained politely.

I blinked, tiredness settling deeper into my bones. “None?”

“I’m afraid not. Only a standard room.”

I turned slightly toward Brandon, already expecting him to suggest something else. He didn’t. “We’ll take it,” he said.

I frowned faintly. “It’s just one room.”

“I’m aware.”

Something in his tone told me he wasn’t open to arguing about it. And honestly, I didn’t have the energy to

try.

By the time we got to the room, I was completely drained. “Freshen up,” he said. “You need rest.”

I nodded quietly and made my way to the bathroom.

The moment the door closed behind me, I exhaled deeply, leaning against it for a second before moving toward the mirror.

Slowly, I peeled off my clothes. And then I paused.

My reflection stared back at me. Different. My hand moved instinctively to my stomach, resting there as I took in the slight but undeniable curve.

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