The smile on her face slowly disappeared. “How did…”
“Mrs. Williams, is your sister Hannah Parker here?” I asked.
“Well…I don’t know…what you’re talking about,” she defended and tried to close the door.
“Let him in, Sharon,” a voice called. “He already knows.”
Mrs. Williams nodded and opened the door, letting me in.
I walked to the sitting room and found Hannah Parker, Georgetown’s most powerful woman, wife of the founder of Parker Corp and mother of two, cooped on the sofa, knitting a scarf.
“Ah, of course, it would be you,” she said. “Looks like there really isn’t anyone you can’t find.”
“Please, surely you jest madam, my skills have surely gone rusty,” I said.
“I doubt that,” she chuckled.
“Madam, I want to apologize for the role I had to play involving the accident of your son,” I apologized. “But I assure you, as you have seen, Nick is alive and hearty.”
“Alive, but he doesn’t know who I am,” she said. There was a hint of sadness in her voice.
“It’s not like that anymore, madam,” I said. “Nick has completely regained all his memories.”
“Tell me you’re not kidding.” She dropped the scarf she was knitting.
“I swear it’s the truth, and right now, he needs to take over from Blake,” I explained. “I believe if we head to Georgetown now, we can get the shareholders on our side and have Blake step down.”
“Where is Nick now?” she asked.
I know I saw Nick at the Wolfe Pack building, but I was working against time. I wasn’t aware when Blake tried to start his wooing attempt against Aria, and with her mother on his side, it might not take much time before Aria was forced to stay with him.
“He’s in Georgetown,” I said.
“He went there? Even with Blake there?” She got up and walked past me. “Did you bring a car?”
“Yes, I did, ma’am,” I said as I followed her.
“We’re going to Georgetown,” she said. “Momma’s coming back.”
I had done my part. All that was left was for Nick to do his.
Aria
We continued to kiss, and I slowly took off his shirt. I rubbed my hands across his chest just the way he liked it, and he responded in kind.
He lifted my shirt and kissed my stomach delicately, almost like he treated me like a delicate flower.
It had been a while since I was treated that way, but for some odd reason, I wanted him to be more thorough with me.
I turned around and pulled down my panties, allowing him to see my neatly trimmed pussy and smooth ass.
“You know, no matter how many times I lost my memory,” he said. “I don’t think I would ever forget how beautiful your body is.”
“Why thank you, Mr. Smooth Talker, now get to eating,” I said as I wiggled my butt.
He grabbed my ass and brought it closer to his face. His hot breath slowly coming in contact with my body was thrilling.
As he placed his tongue, there was the pleasurable effect…but something was missing…the jolt. The thingy that always made me arch my back in pleasure whenever he ate me out.