Aria's POV
I stood frozen at the doorway, staring at my suitcases—neatly arranged inside Aiden's master bedroom.
Wait. What?
"You're putting my stuff in your bedroom?" I asked, completely thrown off.
This wasn't part of the deal. We had a contract marriage—separate rooms, separate lives. Last night… well, last night had been a moment of weakness. Or something else entirely.
But I hadn't expected it to change everything overnight.
Aiden looked up from where he was adjusting something in the closet, one brow arching slightly."Where else would my wife's things go?"
The way he said "wife" so casually made something flutter in my chest. Still, I tried to stay grounded.
"I just assumed I'd be in the guest room," I said, my voice quieter now.
He turned to face me fully, his expression unreadable. "After last night, I thought it was obvious."
My cheeks flamed. Images from the night before rushed back—his touch, the way he'd looked at me, how he made me feel like I was the only thing in the world that mattered.
"I—" I opened my mouth, but nothing coherent came out.
Aiden took a step closer, his eyes never leaving mine. "Is something wrong? Are you uncomfortable living here? With me?"
"No, it's not that." I shook my head quickly, trying to find the right words. "It's just… a lot. A month ago, we were strangers signing a contract. Now I'm in your bedroom like we're... real."
He smiled then—slow, unbothered, almost amused. "So you're not planning to take responsibility for your actions?"
I gawked at him. "Excuse me? You were the one who—"
"I was the one who…?" he repeated, stepping even closer, clearly enjoying this.
This version of Aiden—playful, teasing, disarmingly warm—was far more dangerous than the aloof businessman I'd met at the start.
If I stayed close to him much longer, something was bound to happen again. And deep down, I wasn't sure I'd resist it.
Without waiting for his response, I fled the room, my heart hammering wildly in my chest. I made my way to the spacious balcony, gulping in the cool air as I dialed Lillian's number.
She picked up on the second ring. "Well, well, well... calling to share the steamy details of your night with Mr. Gorgeous?"
"Of course not!" I hissed, glancing over my shoulder to make sure Aiden wasn't nearby. "Lillian, he moved all my stuff into his bedroom. He's acting like we're a real couple."
"And that's a problem because...?" Lillian sounded amused. "Don't you like him? I thought that was the whole point."
"Yes, but—" I lowered my voice further. "It's happening so fast. And I don't know what he's thinking. What if to him this is still just a business arrangement with benefits?"
"Honey, when a man who looks like Aiden Carter wants to share his bed with you, you don't question it. You thank whatever deity you believe in and enjoy the ride."
"Lillian!"
"What? I'm just saying what everyone's thinking." She paused. "So what are you going to do?"
I sighed, leaning against the railing. "I don't know."
"Yesterday you were strangers with a contract," she reminded me. "And now you're not. People change, relationships evolve. Maybe just go with it?"
Before I could respond, I felt a presence behind me. Turning around, I found Aiden standing there, dressed in a fresh shirt and tailored pants.
"I'll call you back," I said quickly to Lillian, ending the call.
"Get changed," Aiden said, his tone casual but brooking no argument. "We're going out for dinner."
I blinked at him. "Out? Where?"
He just smiled. "You'll see."
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Author's POV
Compared to the blissful harmony between Aria and Aiden, Sophia and Liam were dealing with a whole other kind of chaos.
After the scandal broke about Sophia and Aiden's hotel encounter, Sophia had been branded a homewrecker online.
Her social media was flooded with hateful comments—over thirty thousand of them, and that was with comments restricted. Without restrictions, it might have reached a hundred thousand.
But that wasn't even the worst of it. As a somewhat famous writer and influencer, she'd secured several endorsement deals.
Now, with her reputation in tatters, those companies were sending termination letters.
Since she was clearly at fault, the brands were demanding triple the original endorsement fees as compensation for breach of contract.
The total damages were already nearing two million dollars.

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