Aria Pov
Breakfast ended with the soft clink of cups being set down and Victoria’s bright announcement that it was time to leave for the office.
I stood when they did, careful not to move too quickly. The lingering soreness between my legs had settled into a quiet, constant reminder, and every step still carried a faint echo of the night before. Alexander held the door for Victoria first, then waited with the same polite distance for me to pass. I kept my eyes on the floor until I was past him.
The car was already waiting at the curb—a dark, expensive sedan with tinted windows. Alexander opened the rear door for Victoria. She slid in with a pleased little smile, already pulling her phone from her bag. I followed, taking the seat beside her. Alexander closed the door, walked around, an
