“I’m fine, really, but aren’t you supposed to be at work?” I asked.
It was still a work day, and since this was the election period, Wolfe Pack would be busy trying to meet the requests of our many clients this season. Aria needed to be there to ensure things were running smoothly.
“Look, Michael has it under control, trust me,” she replied.
“Alright, so what hotel are we going to?” I asked as I got into her car.
“Hotel? Baby, we’re going to my place,“ she said.
Aria’s place was huge. Well, it was a private condo. The entire house was painted white, and there were portraits of wolves. It was a very expensive-looking house.
“Can you believe it only has 2 rooms?” she informed me. “The kitchen is massive, and so is the sitting room. The bathroom is luxurious. I don't use the other room, though.”
“Are you suggesting I stay in the other room?” I smirked.
“I don't think I made that suggestion,” she said as she opened her bedroom door. “Come in.”
The room was also neat. It wasn't cluttered. In fact, it felt empty compared to the rooms of other women I'd remember being in.
“I like this. How do you handle cleaning?” I said. “You obviously stay here alone.”
“Oh, if it's cleaning, a cleaning company handles it,” she replied. “But I handle my room myself. There are things here I don't want others to see.”
“Interesting, very interesting,” I replied.
My phone chimed. Hunter had texted me a number with the message,
This was the last number I could reach her with. I hope it helps.
I replied,
Thanks, Hunter.
“Just sit tight. I'll fix you some breakfast,” Aria said as she left the room.
Just sitting was a little boring. I walked around her room, taking in the beauty of it.
Then I reached her drawer.
I know I wasn't supposed to touch or look into a girl's drawer; I couldn't help but allow my childish curiosity to play.
I opened the drawer, and there were panties…beautiful panties.
I ran my finger through them, each soft to the touch. I pressed my hand downwards to take in the softness as much as I could.
As my hands sank deeper, I felt something strange. It was oddly shaped and hard to touch.
I separated her underwear and found a dildo and one of those egg vibrators. She had two dildos; judging by their makes, one was the vibrator type, and the other was just a plain one.
This should be fun.
Aria
Preparing breakfast for Nick was going to be my first time cooking for him. Although my subordinates weren't aware that we were dating, it still felt like we had become the perfect couple.
Then again, I couldn't stop but wonder about his past life. If I remember correctly, Tracy did call him her ex-boyfriend. Maybe he just forgot about her?
Should I ask him about it?