Too Late Mr. White! I'm Married To Your Rival Now novel Chapter 188

Aria's POV

Aiden made a move to continue our intimate encounter, his hands roaming with hungry intent across my skin. My body screamed yes while my mind waged war with itself.

I wanted him—god, how I wanted him—but my body needed recovery time.

"I need to rest," I whispered against his neck, my voice betraying how torn I felt.

To his credit, Aiden didn't push. He simply nodded, placing a gentle kiss on my forehead before stepping back. "Play something for me then," he suggested, nodding toward the piano across the room.

I made my way to the grand piano, my cheeks burning at the memory of what we'd just done. Sitting at the bench, my fingers hovered uncertainly over the keys. For nearly five minutes, I played random notes that barely resembled music, my mind replaying every touch, every kiss.

"Get it together, Aria," I muttered, slapping my cheeks lightly.

The midday sun streamed through the windows, casting the room in a golden glow. With no air conditioning running, a gentle breeze lifted the white curtains. I closed my eyes and finally allowed myself to sink into the music, my fingers dancing across the keys with purpose now.

I'd completely lost track of time when my phone buzzed and fell to the floor, startling me out of my trance. I leaned down to retrieve it, surprised to see that nearly three hours had passed. The screen showed an unknown number tagged as "Delivery."

"Weird," I mumbled, furrowing my brow. "I haven't ordered anything."

For a moment, I wondered if Claire had sent me something again—last time it was that gorgeous dress and handbag. I answered cautiously, "Hello?"

"Hi, is this Miss Jones? You have a package waiting. I'm about to arrive at your door. Could you come down to sign for it?"

"Oh! Sure, I'll be right down."

I closed the piano lid and headed downstairs, not seeing Aiden anywhere. Assuming he was in his study, I went straight to the front door.

The delivery guy arrived moments later with a decent-sized package. After signing for it, I shook the box gently but heard no revealing sounds. My phone buzzed with a text from Lillian.

*Did you get the package yet?*

I groaned. Of course it was from her. I texted back: *What exactly did you send me?*

Lillian: *Something fabulous! Open it and see if you like it!* 😏

That winking emoji gave me a bad feeling.

As I approached the front door, Aiden emerged from the direction of the pool. His bathrobe hung loosely on his frame, water dripping from his hair with each step.

"Package?" he asked, eyebrow raised.

I nodded, taking in his damp appearance. "From Lillian."

"I'm going to change. We'll head out for dinner afterward," he said, water pooling at his feet.

"Sounds good." I wasn't exactly looking forward to cooking anyway.

While Aiden went upstairs, I settled on the couch and found scissors to open Lillian's mysterious gift. The packaging was impressive—a black box with subtle pink accents, clearly high-end.

"What could possibly warrant such fancy packaging?" I wondered, carefully working to open it without damaging the box.

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