Aria's POV
Aiden was leaving for a business trip today, and I felt a wave of relief wash over me. After several days of awkwardly avoiding him around the house, I could finally relax. The thought of having the entire mansion to myself seemed liberating.
However, by the second night after his departure, the empty house felt strangely hollow. The silence was deafening. Even my usual bedtime mobile games couldn't hold my attention; I just sat there staring at the screen.
When Lillian's message finally snapped me out of my trance, I realized I'd been spacing out completely.
Lillian: Hey gorgeous, free this weekend?
I blinked, suddenly realizing it was already Friday. Where had the time gone?
Without thinking, my fingers typed: When is Aiden coming back?
The moment I hit send, I regretted it.
Lillian: !!! Don't tell me you're actually missing him?
Lillian: I mean, I get it, but admitting it to me? This is a whole new level, Aria!
Seeing my accidental confession, I wanted to crawl into a hole: ...Maybe I can explain?
Lillian: [Smug.JPG] You can try explaining in person tomorrow. 12 PM, that steakhouse on the fifth floor of Carter Plaza. Don't be late!
I cringed: Fine!
Lillian: Alright, I'll let you get back to fantasizing about your husband. I'm going to flirt with some virtual men in my game!
After chatting with Lillian for a while, I finally dragged myself to take a pre-bedtime shower. That night, perhaps because he'd been on my mind, I dreamed of Aiden.
In the dream, we were in his office—the same place where we'd had that intense encounter before he left. He sat behind his imposing desk, looking at me with that sharp gaze that always made my knees weak.
"Did you miss me?" he asked, his voice low and controlled.
"No," I lied.
His eyebrow arched in that maddening way. "Really?" The disbelief in his tone was obvious.
Before I could respond, he was in front of me, his hands cupping my face. Our mouths crashed together with an urgency that left me breathless. His kiss was demanding, his tongue seeking mine with practiced skill.
I felt the edge of his desk pressing against my thighs as he lifted me onto it, sweeping papers aside. His mouth never left mine as he pushed my skirt up around my waist.
"I know when you're lying," he growled against my lips, his fingers sliding beneath my panties to find me already wet for him.
Tonight was different. I switched it on, the low humming filling the quiet bedroom as I pressed it against myself. I closed my eyes, imagining it was Aiden's touch, Aiden's mouth.
"Ah, Aiden... yes..."
"Oh... daddy, right there..."
"Aiden!!!" I cried out his name as the vibrations sent waves of pleasure through me.
In the empty house, no one could hear me arch off the bed as the tension finally exploded in a powerful release, leaving me gasping.
Afterwards, as I lay there breathing heavily, my phone suddenly chimed with a message notification. With trembling fingers, I reached for it, my heart racing when I saw Aiden's name on the screen.
Oh God! Why was my phone showing an active call?
Had I accidentally dialed him when I reached for the vibrator??
He must have heard everything.
My face burned with mortification. What was I supposed to say?

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