Too Late Mr. White! I'm Married To Your Rival Now novel Chapter 122

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Claire's POV

I can practically hear her unspoken thought: You're practically worshipping her!

But being a good friend, she softens her tone. "You should just invite her out more often. Come on, it's your birthday! Don't look so glum."

I force a smile, but then something occurs to me. "Wait, why would Aria suddenly leave? Did something happen?"

My friend rolls her eyes, clearly exasperated by how the entire evening has revolved around Aria Jones.

I know what she's thinking - anyone would assume Aria saved my life or something.

Well, she did.

I suppose my friend has rationalized that I see Aria as my guardian angel from that night. I've always been terrified of water, and when I suddenly fell in... the desperation I felt was overwhelming. If a man had saved me, I probably would've pledged my life to him!

This thought seems to ease my friend's jealousy a bit. "I heard Julia and Emma went up to her and said some unpleasant things."

The moment those words register, I feel myself explode with anger. "Didn't I specifically say Aria was my honored guest? How dare they harass her at my event!"

I'm absolutely furious!

Without another word, I race downstairs in my heels, immediately instructing security to escort Julia and Emma out of the banquet hall.

When confronted, they have the audacity to look offended. "Miss Bennett, what are you doing?"

I glare at them coldly. "You have the nerve to ask? This is my event, and my honored guest. Did you really think you could treat her like that and get away with it?"

Everyone immediately understands this is about Aria.

Julia and Emma's faces freeze when I call them "insignificant nobodies." They want to protest but don't dare.

Compared to my family, they truly are nothing.

Besides, I had made it clear in my social media posts that Aria was my special guest.

While I hadn't explicitly forbidden anyone from bothering her, anyone with half a brain could understand what I meant.

Julia and Emma probably think they didn't do anything wrong - just asked a few nosy questions.

But I don't care about their excuses. I have security escort them out immediately.

Several guests pull out their phones, taking photos and videos to share with friends. Tonight's party has certainly become more interesting than anticipated.

After dealing with those two, I immediately grab my phone to send Aria an apologetic message.

Just as I finish typing, a more pressing thought occurs to me.

Aiden wouldn't actually make me run naked in public, would he?

Aria's POV:

The traffic light turned red, and the car slowly came to a stop.

As I glanced at Aiden again, he turned his head toward me at the same moment. Our eyes met, and for two seconds my mind went completely blank, the tips of my ears burning red.

His dark eyes moved slightly. "Like what you see?"

My face flushed with heat. "...Very much."

Why else would I have been staring at him the entire ride?

An intense heat was building inside me, spreading through my body like wildfire. The fruity cocktail Claire had given me must have contained alcohol after all, and now it was coursing through my veins, making every inch of me burn with desire.

Without thinking, I reached over and placed my hand on Aiden's thigh. His muscles tensed beneath my touch.

"Aria..." His voice was strained, a warning.

But I couldn't stop myself. My hand slid upward, over the expensive fabric of his pants, until I reached his crotch. I could feel him hardening beneath my palm.

"What are you doing?" he asked, his breathing becoming heavier.

"I need you," I whispered, squeezing him gently through his pants. "Right now."

Aiden cursed under his breath. "The light's about to turn green."

"I don't care," I said, my fingers finding his zipper and pulling it down. "I can't wait."

His cock was already hard when I freed it from his underwear. I stroked him slowly, feeling him throb in my hand. The power I had over him in this moment was intoxicating.

"Fuck, Aria," he groaned. "Not here... we're in traffic."

But instead of listening, I unbuckled my seatbelt and leaned over the center console. Without hesitation, I took him into my mouth, savoring the taste of him on my tongue.