Chapter 12 C*CK AND FVCK!
“That’s enough tears,” I muttered softly, wiping my face dry and forcing a bright smile.
“Take this to Emily,” I said, rummaging through my cupboard until I found the invitation card. “And visit Vivi, make sure she gets her treatment before tomorrow’s gala. She’s important.”
“Oh, and one more thing,” I added, glancing back. “Drop by Lorenz and get Emily the latest unreleased gown. Something that dazzles.”
Jolie’s smile widened. “Sure thing, Miss Billionaire.” She chuckled, taking the cards and heading for the door. But just as she reached it, she paused.
“Miss, it’s okay to cry once in a while,” she said softly without turning around. “It doesn’t mean you’re weak. It means you’ve been strong for too long.” Then she walked out, leaving her words lingering in the room.
A small smile tugged at my lips. Jolie deserved more than a salary raise, she deserved a crown for enduring me. I’d tried countless times to convince her to move on to a higher place, but she never did.
I sighed, tilting my head back to stare at the ceiling before walking toward the transparent glass-wall. Below, Jolie was getting into her car. I smiled faintly.
Then i froze.
Aaron.
He stood by his car, staring up at me—those sharp eyes meeting mine through the glass. My chest tightened as he picked up his phone.
Seconds later, my office line rang.
I exhaled sharply, snatching up the receiver. “Hello?”
“Are you free?” His deep voice slid through the line like velvet and steel. “I owe you an apology meal.”
A smile crept onto my lips. “Sure.”
To me, Aaron would always be that boy—my emotional support bunny, her oldest friend. A dinner wasn’t just a meal; it was a reunion, its been ten years apart, ten freaking years of silence.
I grabbed my phone and rushed to the elevator, my heart racing like a child seeing her lost doll again. I didn’t even notice how excited I looked.
When I stepped out, Aaron was already there, leaning casually against his car, long legs crossed, arms folded. The years had changed him. His nerdy awkwardness had been replaced with something darker… smoother.
“Hello,” I greeted, forcing composure into my tone.
He simply gestured toward the passenger seat. I scoffed under my breath. He didn’t open the door for me like he used to. Someone got arrogant.
The drive was quiet—too quiet. The air between us thick with unsaid things and tension sharp enough to cut.
We arrived at Gonzalo’s Chef Dine, a five-star luxury restaurant that even top actresses fought to book. Only billionaires could eat here!
I raised a brow. “Are you trying to win me over?” I teased lightly.
Aaron’s lips curved into something between a smirk and a sneer. “Don’t flatter yourself. Have you looked in the mirror lately?”
The nerve. My ears burned red in angerà as he walked ahead.....confident, untouchable.
“Where did all that nerdiness go?” I muttered, following him and forcing a calm smile.
We sat down.
“Why did you bring me he—”
“I’ll have the Wagyu steak with truffle glaze, and a glass of Merlot,” he interrupted, ordering smoothly without even looking my way.
I blinked, then exhaled. “I’ll have the lobster risotto, thanks,” I said to the waiter before reaching for the wine bottle.
I took a sip—bad idea. His gaze was already on me, sharp, unreadable.
“So,” I said, breaking the silence. “What’s this unexpected dinner about?”
Aaron leaned forward slightly, voice low. “How do you know so much about Celina?”
Straight to the point.
I groaned softly, setting the glass down. “Can you not be so obsessed with that topic? It’s not like Celina ever saw you as a love interest.”
The look that crossed his face made the air chill.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t—”
“Don’t apologize,” he cut in, voice edged in danger. “You’ll only make me want to snap your neck. One more word and I might.”
My pulse spiked. For a split second, I believed him. Ten years, and this was the first time I felt speechless around Aaron.
He leaned back, eyes burning through me. “Answer me. Yes or no.”
I smirked, forcing nonchalance. “I can’t be tamed.”
He chuckled darkly. “How do you know him?”
“Him? You mean Carter?”
His grin widened, sharp and knowing. “You know too much. No outsider should even know that name.”
I froze. Sht. I’d said too much. I reached for the wine again, taking a nervous sip.
What the hell was in this? My head buzzed. I wasn’t even tipsy-prone, but I could already feel the alcohol curling through me.
“Oh, look—the waiter’s back,” I said too quickly, focusing on the food.
He didn’t drop it. “You didn’t attend E-Lite Academy, so how do you know Carter? Or Celina. You know she’s dead, right?”
I dropped my fork. “Did you bring me here to interrogate me?” I shot back. “No wonder Celina didn’t like you.....no girl would.”
He smirked. “Who said I care for female attention?”
I blinked. “Wait… are you gay?”
His fork hit the plate with a sharp clang. His eyes lifted to mine, and I almost regretted the question. Almost.
“Then why buy out the entire restaurant for just us?” I teased. “For a moment, I thought you liked me.” I leaned closer, lowering my voice playfully. “Your secret’s safe with me.”
He moved faster than I could blink—his hand gripping my cheek, forcing my eyes to his.
“Of course I rub my dck against another man’s,” he murmured roughly, voice low and dangerous. “I suck his ck, I fck him shoving my ck into his ass, and I make him moan until he begs.”
The image hit my mind before I could stop it. “Ahhh—ugh!” I screamed internally, shaking my head.
“Enough!” I snapped, jerking away, my heart pounding.
“How does a guy like you even end up gay?” I muttered, flustered.
He chuckled. “You really think I’m gay?” His smile turned wicked. “Okay.”
Aaron stood, sliding his hands into his pockets and glancing down at me with that infuriating arrogance.
“What are you doing? I’m not done—”
He ignored me, tossing a few crisp bills on the table before walking out.
“Narcissist,” I hissed under my breath, hurrying after him.
I wasn’t looking where I was going and slammed right into his chest. “Ah!” I groaned, rubbing my forehead.
“You asshole! You’ve changed! If Celina could see you—”
He cut me off with a grin that could melt or kill. “You want to know if I’m gay?” he asked, stepping closer, his voice a dangerous whisper. “Then let’s go to a hotel. I’ll show you what I can do.”
My brain short-circuited.
“My dck’s big,” he added smoothly, leaning down near my ear. “You might not even handle it. So don’t cry later.”
My jaw dropped. “Oh really?” I shot back, eyes flashing. “Fine. Let’s go. I want to see how big your cck really is.”
The challenge hung between us—thick, electric, and daring.
Aaron smirked, slow and knowing. “Careful what you wish for, sweetheart.”
And I swallowed hard, realizing I might’ve just entered a game I wasn’t ready to lose.