Orion’s POV
After countless debates, relentless pleading, and a fair bit of arm-twisting, I finally caved.
I let Aria look for a part-time job.
Of course, it came with an extensive list of conditions—no night shifts, no bars or clubs, and nothing too physically demanding. Aria immediately agreed, which honestly surprised me. I had expected her to fight me on at least some of it, but she just nodded along, probably just happy that I’d relented.
But, honestly? The whole idea of her working still didn’t sit well with me.
She didn’t need to work. We weren’t struggling for money—far from it. She drove a goddamn sports car, for crying out loud. What part of that screamed ‘I need a part-time job’?
Yet, she was stubborn, and I was exhausted.
I watched her climb into her car, her eyes gleami
