Born to Love You

38- Choke

Aru's Pov:

Just then, William walked into the kitchen, and my heart dropped. Of all the times he could choose to come in, it had to be now! Aryan, always ready to seize an opportunity to tease me, smirked and said, "William, you should have some spaghetti that my wife made. You'd love it. Invite Tara next time to devour something as rare as this."

William raised an eyebrow, surprised at the jab, but I could see the hint of a smile on his face. He looked genuinely curious as he glanced at the plate. "I might just take you up on that," he said.

That was my cue. I couldn't let Aryan embarrass me further. I quickly snatched the plate off the counter, my cheeks burning with embarrassment, and sprinted out of the kitchen, intent on avoiding more teasing. Aryan, of course, wasn't going to let me escape that easily.

"Hey! Where do you think you're going?" he called, chasing after me.

I dashed around the house, laughter bubbling up as I could hear him right behind me. I maneuvered around furniture, zigzagging through rooms, but he was relentless. In a moment of playful desperation, I turned to face him, and we both lunged at the same time, colliding with the sofa.

I landed on him, the plate of spaghetti flying out of my hands and landing harmlessly on the floor beside us. Our faces were inches apart, our lips almost brushing against each other. I could feel the heat radiating from his body as my core pressed against his now hardening cock. Time seemed to freeze as we locked eyes, the playful banter momentarily forgotten.

"Uh, I didn't mean to—" I started, but my voice trailed off, caught up in the intensity of the moment. The warmth of his breath mixed with the lingering laughter in the air, creating an intoxicating atmosphere that sent shivers down my spine.

"Seems like you're making a habit of falling on me," he said, a teasing grin spreading across his face, but his eyes held a different kind of fire.

I swallowed hard, the mix of embarrassment and an undeniable thrill coursing through me. "I really didn't mean to!" I blurted, but it came out more like a confession than an apology.

"Sure you didn't," he replied, leaning in closer, our lips almost touching, the tension crackling between us like static electricity.

Just then, a loud clearing of William's throat broke the moment. "Uh, sorry to interrupt, but..." he started, his expression a mix of amusement and discomfort as he stood awkwardly at the doorway.

I scrambled off Aryan, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "No! You weren't interrupting anything!" I exclaimed, trying to recover from the intensity of what just happened.

Aryan, clearly amused by my flustered state. "Yeah, just some cooking tips, right, wife?" he said, my heart skipped a beat at the way he called me his wife his eyes twinkling with mischief as he pushed himself up from the sofa.

William shook his head, a slight awkward smile tugging at his lips. "Right... well, I'll just, uh, leave you two to it," he said, stepping back out of the room, clearly trying to give us a moment alone.

As the door closed, Aryan turned to me with a smirk. "So, what was that about cooking tips?"

"Shut up!" I shot back, my heart racing.

*

A few days had passed, I was done with my exams successfully and I had developed an unexpected bond with William. Despite his cold exterior and stoic demeanor, I had discovered a softer, almost playful side to him—a side I found endearing. He was surprisingly fun to be around, and I cherished our conversations, even when he remained strictly professional about his duties.