Symphony Of Control

Seven

CHAPTER SEVEN

Aria’s POV

The cold and damp air hit me like a silk scarf— totally different from what I was used to.

As we walked out of the airport, I saw the driver holding up a sign with my name on it— I rolled my eyes. Can my parents ever be normal?

I turned to Kendrick. “Where are you headed?”

“I think it's called Hotel De Varnes.”

I froze.

“That's… where I'm going too”

He raised a brow. “Small world.”

Yeah, small world when my parents actually owned the damn place.

“You should join me…” I suggested.

“You sure I won't be a bother?”

“Come on, what are we? Strangers?”

He smirked.

We met the driver, a stiff tall man in a dark suit. He loaded our bags as we settled into the plush leather seats.

My eyes fixed on the window as we drove— the city passed by, a blur of lights and shadows. I felt Kendrick move beside me.

“Aria,” he called in a low yet commanding time. “Give me your hand.”

I turned, confused but I still obeyed, placing my hand on his lap. He didn't waste a second to pull my fingers to his hard-on, bulging against his pants.

“Don't make a sound, or you'll regret it.” He growled.

I inhaled sharply, eyes turning to the driver who just stared straight ahead— totally oblivious.

Kendrick unzipped his pants slightly as he guided my hand inside. His c**k sprang out, thick and hot. I hesitated but not for long before closing my fingers around him.

“Good girl,” he murmured, throwing his head back.

I began stroking him— slow at first but friction wasn't making it easy.

“Spit on it.” He whispered and I did before continuing easily— I soon quickened my pace.

I could feel the heat radiating from him— he leaned back, eyes closed and jaw clenched.

“Harder,” he breathed. “f**k, Aria harder.”

I obeyed as my hand worked furiously. The car seemed to have closed around us— the air smelled of thick lust.

“You like that, don't you?” he said, his voice a rough rasp. “Being my dirty little secret.”

I bit my lip trying to fight back a moan. “Yes,” I managed to whisper.

He shifted and the next thing I felt was his fingers slipping under my skirt. He found my c**t through my panties—

“And you're wet, aren't you?” He whispered. “So f*****g wet for me.”

He began to rub slow circles at the first— then he inserted two fingers in my p***y.

“Oh…” I gasped.

“Shh…” his eyes turned to the driver who was still oblivious.

I couldn't help but giggle.

My body trembled with ecstacy flowing through my veins— I became unstable with the handjob I was giving him.

I wanted to hold his hand and grind myself against him, but I was forced to stay still— if the driver should notice this then my parents would hear of it too which I didn't want.

“Almost there, baby?” He taunted

“Kendrick,” I gasped, my mask of self-control slipping away.

His fingers dug deeper and a hold of pleasure s**t through me. I forced my eyes shut as I hit my lips harder— I felt a metallic liquid, that's when I realized I'd injured my lip.

“Let it go, Aria,” he urged. “Let me hear you.”

I couldn't hold back any longer as a moan escaped my lips— soft at first but it soon became louder and more desperate.

“f**k,” I groaned, my body convulsing.

I came hard into his hand as the aftershocks rippled through me. Kendrick didn't stop, his fingers still worked, milking every last drop of pleasure from me.

He finally pulled his hand away and he zipped himself up. I sat there, panting— trying to regain my composure.

“That was…intense,” I managed to say.

“Have I ever been below intense?” He smirked.

The driver pulled up in front of the hotel, Hotel De Varnes boldly written in gold letters above the entrance. The Grand lobby shimmered with chandeliers— Kendrick stepped to the reception first.

“I'm Kendrick Walter, I should have a reservation.”

The receptionist smiled politely.

“Ah yes, Mr. Walter. You'll be in the presidential suite— same as Miss Aria.”

Kendrick turned to me slowly.

“Wait… what?” I batted my lashes

“I— I didn't know I was sharing a suite,” I said quickly. “This must be some kind of mistake.”

“No miss,” the receptionist said. “Your parents made the arrangement.”

I glanced at Kendrick— Does he know my parents?

“Let’s get you settled.” The receptionist said. Two staff members came to get our luggages.

We rode the elevator in silence— a lot was going through my mind. There's no way my parents already know about my adventures with Kendrick… right?

The suite was insane— a luxurious living room, balcony with a nice view of the city, and two massive bedrooms opposite each other.

The staff kept our bags in the rooms, leaving us behind.

“Well,” Kendrick said. “This is… unexpected.”

“Tell me about it,” I muttered, heading for my assigned bedroom.

I felt nervous— this's new. Me and Kendrick in a suite— this was different from our normal school meetings, we're f*****g sharing a suit right now which meant until this vacation or whatever it's called is over, we'll keep seeing each other morning and night.

The thought of what could possibly happen between us made me hot.

***

I'd only managed to take my bath when my phone rang— it's my mother.

“Aria darling! Did you arrive safely?”

“Yes… the suite is amazing.” I said, flatly.

“Did you meet your roommate?”

I choked. “My… roommate?”

“Yes, Kendrick Walter… your professor. I heard he's such a brilliant young man— your father and I are so excited to finally meet him.”

My head spun. “You… you know him?”

“Not really but we'll get to know him soon. We'll be coming over tomorrow morning to discuss everything with you both.”

“Bye!”

She hung up before I could even say another word. My parents, Kendrick, what the actual f**k would they want to discuss with us?

I found Kendrick on the balcony with a glass of champagne in his hand— His wide shirtless back turned to me.

“My parents called,” I said as I went to stand beside him.

He turned, expression unreadable.

“They know you— they claimed to be your business partners.”

He frowned. “That's… news to me. I only reviewed a message from the dean to come to Paris to meet a potential partner. I had no idea who it was.”

“They want to speak with both of us tomorrow. Kendrick, what if they'd found out about us…” a wave of panic hit me.

He stepped closer, his hand finding my waist. “Hey,” he murmured with a low soothing voice.

“It's going to be okay— whatever happens, we'll figure it out.”

I wanted to believe him, but fear crawled at me. What if my parents know everything? They're pretty hard to handle.

After dinner, we found purses by the suite's rooftop pool, the water shimmered under the moonlight. We sipped Champagne, silence stretching between us.

“So,” I broke the silence.

“You really had no idea who you were meeting?”

“None,” he confirmed.

“My parents can be pretty toxic”

He smiled and reached out. “I'm sure I can match their level of toxicity.”

The fear didn't wash off, but it lessened. I felt a surge of something else— desire wash through me.

“Come on,” I whispered, pulling him towards the hot tub.

The water was scalding hot, easing all the tension I felt. We sank as the bubbles swirled around us.

I leaned back, closing my eyes.

“Aria,” he called, his voice husky.

I opened my eyes to find him watching me with that intense gaze. He reached out, tracing my jawline with his finger tip.

“You're beautiful,” he breathed.

I shook, the heat of the water mixed with the heat of his touch.

“Kendrick…”

He edged closer, his lips captured mine in a battle for dominance. Fast, hard and demanding— I moaned, opening my mouth and finally surrendering as my tongue met his.

We kissed for what seemed like eternity the world around us faded and the water seemed to have become ten times hotter. He pulled away, eyes dark with lust.

“I want you, now

.” He said, voice rough.

“Then go ahead, I won't stop you.” I whispered back

He reached for the tie of my swimsuit, slowly untying it. The fabric fell into the water leaving my boobs bare—

“Fuck.”