Aiden ✔️ NOW PUBLISHED!

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Aiden asked if I wanted to work from home for a few days, he needed to get work done and so did I. We both know we won't be able to keep our hands off of each other if I'm in the office, so we hesitantly parted ways this morning.

I finish all of my paperwork early and decide to spend the rest of the day preparing for a romantic night with him. For dinner, spaghetti bolognese. I made the pasta and the sauce from scratch.

Aiden arrives home after dark, I see a smile cross his face when he sees me in my apron making him dinner. He takes in a large breath, enjoying the aromas of a meal that's been simmering for hours.

He walks over, his long stride making it easy for him. I hold the wooden spoon to his lips to let him taste the sauce. "That is fucking delicious." He moans as he licks his lips to get the red sauce off his mouth. I smile at his compliment. "And you look gorgeous." His right hand lingers on the yellow dress he bought me in Brazil, I knew It would be perfect for tonight. I'm protecting it with an apron, just to be on the safe side but he just snickers at it. "It's cute." He says. I notice his left hand is still placed behind his back; I try to peek around, but he dodges me.

"What is it?" I giggle and he presents me with a single yellow rose. The gesture almost brings me to my knees, it would have if he didn't wrap me in his arms and kiss me fiercely.

My shaking hands grab the rose that sits in a small vase, I look up at him with pure adoration. "You remembered," I said, a tear streaking down my face.

"Of course, you told me when we visited your moms' shop. That story stuck with me." He shrugs casually and looks away, I can tell he isn't used to doing something so thoughtful but with me, he always does.

A kiss on the cheek, "Go get changed, then pour me some red wine." I smile and he nods, "Of course, Ms. Banks. Right on it." He nods and wraps his suit jacket like a butler on his arm before exiting the kitchen.

I place the vase with my single yellow rose on the counter, admiring it while I stir the sauce.

Taking off my apron, I see Aiden walk into the room. I was expecting to see him in his gray sweatpants, we're home after all. But the fact that he dressed up in exactly what I love to see him in for a dinner at home warms my heart.

His dark jeans hang low on his hips, wet black hair is tousled atop his head, and a black t-shirt to finish the perfect trio of Aiden. I did all of this because I have something important to tell him tonight, I want it to be special because he is so special.

Even over the aromatic smells of spaghetti sauce, his heavenly scent overpowers all other smells. My favorite scent in the entire world -Mint with a hint of smoke- arrives in front of me. His charming smile igniting a burning desire inside my body.

His warm fingers trail the length of my collarbone, his eyes landing on the locket necklace. I smile, knowing how much he loves when I wear it. I never take it off, not even to shower anymore.

He leans in closer, "What happened?" He asks himself as he unclasps the lock, I look at it as he twirls it in his palm.

A scratch across the front draws my attention, "Must have happened when I fell." I pout, angry at myself for being so clumsy. "I'm sorry," I say, looking up at him.

He smiles, shaking his head and placing the lock in his pocket. "It's fine, I'll get it repaired."

Grabbing a long-stemmed glass Aiden pulls out a bottle of wine, uncorking it and pouring us two glasses.

Howard sits quietly in the study, avoiding us.

We almost couldn't make it through dinner. Aiden's eyes were all over me as I served him his food. Light conversation over candlelight on the patio makes for an insanely romantic setting. The dark city skyline and the warm glow from the candles had us in a trance. The candlelight flickered against his tan skin, making me melt.

Unable to make it to dessert we rush up the stairs to the rooftop, our rooftop. Aiden gently lays me down beside him, his jade eyes look mesmerizing as he drinks me in.

His warm hands are all over me. I want to tell him how much I love his hands on me, how much I love his warm embrace, how much I love him, but I don't.

"You're mine," I say instead, through ragged breaths.

"As much as you're mine." He replies with a sheepish grin.

I moan as he places a firm hand on my thigh. I smile at him, sinking further into the soft bedding. "This is my favorite part of the apartment. I'm so happy you brought this bed when you moved." He trails kisses along my stomach.

He laughs, lifting his head from my skin. "When I saw the rooftop on this place, I was sold. I knew you'd love it. Plus, I knew the bed I first took you in would fit perfectly up here."

I smile at the memories.

Aiden's long body crawls up towards me, his tongue entering my mouth. His body demanding my attention.

Then he makes love to me. Soft, gentle and full of passion. My fingers dig into his warm skin as he slides into me further. Our bodies tangled in the sheets underneath the city stars. The warm air flowing across his glistening skin.

I bring my lips to his and when his lips touch mine, we both reach our peak. Twisting and moaning, hands tangled in each other's bodies, in each other's hair. In each other's souls.

After, we lay in the twisted sheets. Kissing and cuddling, his phone rings. With a huff, he hits ignore, but it just keeps ringing and ringing.

Finally, he picks it up.

"What's up." He spits into the phone, his short temper evident when it comes to people interrupting his time with me.

I see his face contort as he jumps off the bed. Hastily throwing his pants back on.

In a hurry, he walks over to the edge of the building and peeks his head over the side. I jump up and throw my dress back on. He hangs up the phone and when he turns to me the prior scowl is gone, replaced with a smooth calm expression; but his eyes are hard.

He takes a step towards me, his expression thoughtful. Pulling me in his arms he takes my face in his hands while my arms are wrapped tight around his waist.

"I'm going to tell you something and I need you to not be a stubborn girl." He tilts my chin up to look at him, "I need you to listen." He emphasizes the last word. With the way that his eyes are shining under the moonlight, I can see how serious he is. It's frightening.

With his voice unusually calm he says, "There are some bad men coming."

I gasp, "Let's go." I say, my breath quickening.

He shakes his head, "No time, Emilia."

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