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We continue the trip in silence. Mike eventually pulls into the underground parking garage, and we make our way up to Aiden’s. Mike’s a million miles away as he steps inside the elevator.

“Please don’t worry. I won’t say anything,” I whisper the words again as the doors close leaving a worried Mike inside.

Aiden appears out of his bedroom, a towel wrapped around his waist, scrunching his hair using another towel. My mouth drops open, and I inadvertently lick my lips. The sight of his body always makes me want him. Immediately, I clench my thighs together, and he notices when he spots me gawking at him.

“Didn’t hear you come in,” he states while moving toward me.

“Hmm…” is all I manage to get out in my lust-drunk stupor. He’s practically naked, standing right in front of me. I sigh. My stomach flips doing a little dance of contentment.

“You okay?” Aiden asks curiously, then he leans in to kiss me softly.

“Just amazed.”

His head tilts slightly. “Amazed?”

“Yes, amazed… that you’re so unbelievably gorgeous and all mine.”

“I could say the same about you.” He pulls me into an embrace with a grin, the towel he was drying his hair with drops to the floor. His hot flesh against my clothed body radiates through me.

“I see you’ve brought some things with you.” He glances at the bag on the floor.

“Yup,” I say matter-of-factly, not really listening. I only have one thing on my mind. I walk my fingers across the edge of the towel around his abdomen.

He looks down. “Hmm… and what are you up to, Miss Taylor?” I lick my top lip seductively, making him bite his bottom lip. Slowly, my hand skims the towel’s edge, untucking it to reveal his growing cock. Looking up, I see his mouth crease with a seductive half-smile.

The elevator chimes, and both our heads snap toward it. Quickly, Aiden grabs hold of the towel, covering his hard cock. I giggle, not being able to help it as he pulls me to him to cover his erection.

Mike walks out of the elevator, his eyes averted from us. “Sorry to interrupt, sir, but your father is here.”

Aiden exhales gruffly. “Let him up. I’ll go and get into something a little… less revealing.” He lets me go, then walks briskly to his bedroom.

As Mike makes his way to the elevator, I call out, “Is it okay for me to be here?”

“I assume so, Miss Taylor,” he simply replies as the doors enclose Mike back inside.

With a few quick steps, I make my way to the sofa. Those pesky butterflies are back wreaking havoc in my stomach at the thought of seeing Aiden’s father again—and not in a good way. Last time was no damn picnic. Niall intimidates me. Hopefully, this time, the asshole will be in a better mood.

The elevator chimes, and I stand as the doors open. “Mr. O’Connell,” I chime politely in greeting.

He looks me up and down with a clear distaste on his tongue. “You again,” he grunts as he walks to the middle of the living room.

Immediately, I glance at my hands. Strong Jeni all but vanishes. Why do I need his approval so badly? More importantly, why is he so fucking blunt? This man has no manners. At all. I shouldn’t let him get to me, but he’s Aiden’s father, and whether I want to admit it or not, his acceptance of me means something.

“Aiden, where are you?” he shouts, making me jump at the sudden volume of his voice.

“I’m here, Father. There’s no need to yell,” Aiden chides, storming out of his bedroom.

“Why is that here?” His father points in my direction.

Aiden’s face turns red, his nostrils flaring in obvious anger. “Jeni’s with me. She’s my girlfriend. You need to get used to that fact and treat her with some damn respect.”

His father huffs as I sit back on the sofa folding my arms over my chest in defiance but also in self-defense.

“Can’t it go somewhere? I need to talk to you about today,” Niall grunts shocking me.

“Jeni is not an it. Don’t be so ridiculous, Father. Cut it the fuck out!”

“Whatever! Just… go away, little girl.” Niall’s demeanor is one of ridicule. He waves his hands around at me, causing Aiden to exhale abruptly.

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