Mr Billionaire's Heart

CHAPTER 12 AGAIN

While I was scrutinizing the man, it hit me like a ton of bricks that he had extraordinary usefulness. He seemed to be as old as Aaron, and he rocked a killer Armani suit. His dark locks and mesmerizing ocean blue eyes definitely added to his charm, although not quite reaching Aaron's level.
I expressed my thanks, my eyes shining with sincerity. "Anything for a spectacular woman," he replied with a grin.
"Allow me to introduce myself. I am Isaac Raccio, the Chief of Raccio Communications and Collaboration," he declared, flashing a smile my way. "I am Eternity Grang... I mean, Knight," I corrected myself. He gently took my hand and pecked it.

"Ahh, so you are Aaron Knight's lovely wife," he stated, addressing me. He shifted in his seat, continuing, "Your name is absolutely delightful, my dear lady."

"Such a charming handle you've got there!" I exclaimed with a grin.
"Thank you once again for saving the day," I expressed my gratitude, relieved that he had been quick to provide me with a tissue. Without his assistance, my stylish outfit would have been stained by a stubborn chocolate mark. The situation could have been quite mortifying.
"Don't mention it," he replied, "I consider it an honor to help a woman as splendid as yourself." I bit my tongue, sensing that he was teasing me.
I suddenly felt a presence next to me, and I couldn't help but wonder what mischief was brewing.

I let out a sigh of relief as I saw Aaron standing behind me, shooting a fierce glare at Isaac.
"Well, well, if it isn't Mr. Knight himself! It's been too long since our paths last crossed," Isaac exclaimed, prompting an eye roll from me.
"And congratulations on snagging such a lovely wife and taking over your dad's business," Isaac continued, attempting to flatter his old acquaintance. Aaron's response? Utterly unimpressed.
"Excuse us, please," Aaron interjected, swiftly seizing my hand and pulling me away from Isaac's grip.

"The man was completely clueless," I exclaimed to Aaron as we watched him make a hasty exit. "What's his deal?"
"Don't let his friendly demeanor fool you," Aaron replied, giving me a stern look. "I'm telling you, stay away from that guy."
"But he seemed perfectly fine to me," I said innocently, only to be met with a disbelieving stare from Aaron.
"You have no idea what he's really like," Aaron sighed. "Trust me, you're better off without him."
I nodded in understanding. Ah, the joys of male bonding.

"Dear friends and esteemed guests, please join me in giving a resounding round of applause to the shining stars of the evening, the distinguished Mr. and Mrs. Knight! Their love radiates like a beacon, captivating all who witness their bond. Now, let us honor them with a splendid dance round. So, don your finest dancing shoes and delight in the celebration of the blissful union of these two lovebirds."
As the applause thundered around us, a wave of elation washed over me. Every eye in the room was fixed on Aaron and me, yet I felt only the weight of his hand in mine. Together, we glided to the heart of the dance floor, eager anticipation pulsing through our veins as we awaited the first notes of the music to whisk us away.

As the familiar melody of Elvis Presley's 'Can't Help Falling in Love' filled the room, we couldn't help but start swaying to the music. Our bodies moved in perfect harmony, syncing up effortlessly. Aaron's hand on my waist sent my heart into a frenzy, and as we embraced, I knew this moment was one for the books. We danced the night away, completely lost in each other's arms, perfectly in sync with the rhythm of our love.

The chemistry crackling between us was so intense, I could practically feel my skin glistening with sweat as we moved together flawlessly. Our synchronized breaths were ragged and labored with every dance step leaving us breathless. When Aaron brushed his soft lips against my ear, a spark ignited in me, sending tingles down my spine.
"Aaron," I murmured, my hands linked behind his back, my stomach fluttering with excitement.
Locking eyes, his breath mingling with mine, his intense gaze begging for a kiss.