Too Late Mr. White! I'm Married To Your Rival Now novel Chapter 127

Aria's POV

"Now," he commanded, staring into my eyes with fierce concentration. "Come for me now."

My body obeyed instantly, clenching around him as waves of pleasure crashed over me. I screamed his name, not caring if the entire building heard me.

Aiden followed seconds later, his rhythm faltering as he released inside me with a hoarse groan.

……

I woke up close to eleven the next morning, my body feeling heavy and thoroughly spent. Rubbing my face with one hand, my stomach growled loudly, reminding me I hadn't eaten since yesterday. Every muscle protested as I tried to get out of bed, memories of the previous night flooding back.

It had been absolutely wild.

After we left the gala, first in the car, then later when we got home. Following our hospital visit, I'd given him oral in the car... The most intense part had been in his penthouse office. We'd gone from the floor-to-ceiling windows to his desk. At one point, I'd climaxed while sitting on his keyboard...

Oh god... his office desk probably still carried traces of yesterday's activities. It was so incredibly erotic.

Eventually, I'd run out of stamina, but he'd still been insatiable. No matter how I'd begged him not to stop, how my nails had raked across his back leaving marks, he wouldn't quit.

After that, my memory grew hazy. We must have made it home, though I couldn't recall the journey. Aiden had carried me back.

"His stamina is absolutely incredible," I muttered, struggling to get out of bed and planning to take a shower.

The bathroom mirror revealed several love bites on my neck and collarbone—visible evidence of Aiden's possessiveness. I traced one with my fingertip, remembering the exquisite moment when his teeth had claimed that spot.

After a long, hot shower that soothed my pleasantly aching body, I made my way downstairs. Our housekeeper, Mrs. Reynolds, had lunch ready.

"Good morning—or should I say good afternoon, Mrs. Carter," she said with a knowing smile. "Mr. Carter called to say he won't be home for lunch. He's in meetings all day."

I nodded, secretly relieved. I needed to do something other than just indulge in sex.

After lunch, I decided to practice piano in the music room.

Author's POV

In the executive office at Carter Tower, Lucas Grant immediately noticed Aiden's unusually good mood. What struck him as particularly odd was that Aiden kept smiling at his keyboard—just an ordinary computer keyboard.

"Sir, the report you requested," Lucas said, placing the folder on the polished desk.

Aiden looked up, his pen pausing mid-signature. "Who was responsible?"

"It appears to have been accidental," Lucas replied, opening the folder. "The wine Mrs. Carter consumed was spiked with an aphrodisiac, but she wasn't the intended target. She picked up the wrong glass."

The investigation revealed that William Reynolds and his associates had arranged the doctored drinks for their own female companions. They'd planned to continue their evening at a hotel and wanted to ensure their dates were appropriately... responsive. The server, afraid of causing trouble, hadn't stopped Aria when she took a glass from the tray.

"The dosage was relatively mild," Lucas continued. "Effects would wear off naturally within a few hours."

Aiden nodded, his expression unreadable as he scanned the report. He'd never truly believed anyone would be bold enough to target his wife in his presence, but his protective instincts demanded certainty.

"Destroy this information," he instructed, sliding the folder back across the desk. "Completely."

Lucas nodded and picked up the folder. As he turned to leave, he caught a brief, satisfied curve at the corner of Aiden's mouth—a rare display of genuine contentment that made everything clear.

As he fed the report into the shredder, Lucas reflected that Mrs. Carter seemed to be the only person capable of softening the ice-cold Aiden Carter.

Aria's POV

I spent the entire afternoon in the piano room, practicing diligently. By the time I finished the last piece, my fingers were aching and completely exhausted.

I glanced at my phone, dreading the thought of checking it. But with so many unread messages piling up, I had no choice. I set the phone on the table and opened the messaging app while massaging my sore fingers.

Summer had texted: "How's your leg recovering? Ready for the performance? The overseas venue, Senas, wants you for their opening ceremony."

Lillian asked: "How did it go? Did Miss Bennett find you today?"

Speaking of which, Claire happened to be next in the message queue.

Claire: "Aria, are you angry with me? I'm so sorry, but could you at least tell me what I did to make you hate me?" [Sad kitty.JPG]

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