Chapter 72 A HUMAN PENIS!
Erica's POV
My eyes snapped open sluggishly. I yawned and sat up in bed, glancing around the room. It was gigantic, with a sleek desk tucked against one wall, a massive wardrobe dominating another, an air conditioner humming quietly, and a plush chair centered in front of a pristine white table.
"Why does the room look so different?" I muttered to myself.
"Little Bee. Are you hungry?" His voice cut through the air, and I froze. Wait... what? I thought, whipping my head toward the sound. Aaron's gaze wasn't on me, it was fixed on the book in his hand.
"Is that a romance novel?" I blurted out. He finally tore his eyes away and met mine.
"You ladies actually read this stuff?" he asked, one brow arching in amusement. A sneer slipped from my lips before I could stop it.
"Read what?" I shot back, and a slow, dangerous smile curled on his lips.
"His cum dropped to the ground, like ice cre-" he started, quoting dramatically.
I threw my hands up. "Stop! I really don't want to hear it." But even as I said it, I felt his eyes narrow, dragging down my body with that intense, possessive heat. I bit my lip hard, fighting the shiver that raced through me.
Then it hit me—like ice water crashing over my skin. Flashbacks flooded back: tangled sheets, heated touches, everything from last night. My hands flew to my chest. "You took advantage of me!" I whispered, accusation burning in my voice. His gaze locked onto mine, unyielding, dark.
"What?"
"You asshole!" I shot up from the bed, ready to launch myself at him, my fists clenched. But I froze mid-step as the memories sharpened—me: ripping his shirt open, my hands roaming greedily over his chest, me: pulling him closer, letting him see everything.
My lips parted in shock. I looked away, heat flooding my cheeks. Aaron rose slowly, stalking toward me like a predator. With his glasses on, he looked dangerously hot—like a nerd who would snap and devour you whole.
"Hungry?" he asked again, his voice low and teasing, ignoring the chaos in my head.
I turned my face away, ready to protest, but my stomach betrayed me with a loud rumble.
"Yes," I admitted stubbornly, crossing my arms.
Aaron's smile deepened, dark and knowing. His hand reached out, his fingers moving gently through my hair, caressing with a softness that felt too intimate, too controlling. I lifted my gaze to his piercing blue eyes, lost for a second in their depths, before snapping away as that infuriating smirk tugged at his lips.
Right then, my phone rang, shattering the tension. I bolted toward it on the table, desperate for the escape.
"Hello!"
"Miss, your friend is back!" Nine announced excitedly.
I paused, racking my brain. Who else was I close to besides Aaron?
"Who?" I asked.
"Aurora, she arrived at the airport today!"
My eyes widened in genuine shock, my hand flying to my mouth. "How? Why?"
"I investigated. She left after your... death. Got picked up by a modeling agency. She's on vacation now, but she messaged you about dinner, just to catch up. And get this: the agency wants to work with you!"
A smile crept onto my lips despite everything. Last time I had seen Aurora was before my death as Celina. She'd been a real friend, the only one who hugged me tight, dragged me onto the dance floor, tutored me through my messes. She even sent piles of gifts to my mom, right up to the anniversary of that fake death.
"Would you still like to meet her?" Nine asked.
"Sure I will. Schedule it!" I said softly, ending the call.
"What news?" Aaron's voice came from behind me, too close.
I froze. I couldn't bring myself to look at him, not after yesterday, not with the way my body still remembered his touch.
Luckily we didn't have sx.
"Nothing much," I muttered, hurrying back toward the bed.
But he was faster. In a blink, he was right behind me, his hands settling on my shoulders—gentle, but firm, like he owned every inch he touched.
"Look at me, Erica," he murmured, his voice soft yet commanding.
I sighed, licked my lips, and turned. My eyes glared straight into his, defiant.
"That's better." His thumb brushed my jaw. "So... did you get the information you wanted?From the man?"
My eyes darkened as the anger surged back.
(FLASHBACK - AT THE RESTAURANT)
"So you snapped a lot of pics, didn't you?" I asked, my voice laced with accusation.
He chuckled low. "Admiring nature, señorita." He shoved a piece of chicken into his mouth, chewing slowly, his eyes never leaving mine.
I looked away, biting my lip to hold back the burst of anger. Worse, I could feel his cock, hard, pressing against me. It infuriated me, that uncontrollable heat, it made me want to smash his head into the table.
"How about we take this outside?" he suggested, his voice dropping.
I snapped my head toward him. "What?"
"I don't want to," I said softly, yawning dramatically for effect. He was too guarded; there was no way I'd pry any secrets out of him here.
I stood to leave, but in that instant, his arms snaked around my waist, gripping tight. I froze, my breath ceased at the possessive hold.
"Come on, just a few drinks. Then you can go," he whispered against my ear.
I hesitated, glancing toward the restroom, Aaron he wouldn't come back.
"Okay," I agreed softly.
The first drink came. Then the second, the third. Everything blurred after that. He kept pushing more, pulling me closer, trying to force a kiss with those rough, insistent lips.
I snapped. My hand cracked across his face.
His eyes flared with raw anger. I grabbed the bottle from the table and smashed it, the glass shattering as the flashback faded.
(FLASHBACK ENDS)
"You caused everything!" I blurted, my chest rising and falling.
Aaron froze. "I did?"
I planted my hands on my hips. "If you'd stayed like you were supposed to, none of that would've happened!" I yelled, fury boiling inside.
"You sat on his thighs, Erica!"
"And?" I stepped closer, grabbing his collar and twisting tight.
"You damn asshole. Who leaves someone they care about alone with a criminal like that?" I spat.
He went still. "Care about?"
The words hung heavy, charged. I froze, realizing what I had let slip.
"Oh, you don't care?" I challenged, my voice trembling with defiance, anything to make sure he doesn't let my words sink in his head.
Aaron's smirk widened, dark yet sinful. "No... I just love your feisty side." His arms wrapped around me again, his fingers parting through my hair with tendernes
"But," he murmured, pulling back just enough to hold my gaze, "I have a gift for you."
He stepped to the desk, retrieving a box wrapped in lavish, decorative ribbons: elegant, teasing, yet I felt my heart jump.
He handed it over. I opened it slowly, the ribbon falling to the ground.
It opened!
"What the fuck?" I breathed, staring down in shock.
A laugh rumbled from Aaron's chest, deep and wicked.
"A fucking penis?"