70 DAYS WITH THE WRONG BILLIONAIRE

I HOPE YOU ARE ROLLING IN YOUR GRAVE

ARIA'S POV

MATURE CONTENT AHEAD

His lips close over mine.

His tongue slides into my mouth, claiming me with a raw, demanding fervor that leaves me breathless.

He makes a low sound against my mouth. Satisfied. Like he has been waiting for this.

His hand leaves the door and slides to my waist, pulling me flush against him, and I feel him.

His body is hard, hot, and overwhelming, all my heat rising beneath the touch of his hand sliding under my top, sliding up my skin.

"Noah," I gasp, but he doesn't stop.

One of his hands finds my breast, squeezing hard through my top, and I arch into his touch, a moan slipping past my lips.

His hand slides down my back, pulling me flush against his body. I can feel him—hard, demanding, right there against my stomach.

"f**k, you're sensitive," he mutters against my mouth. "You feel that? You feel how much I want you?"

"Yes," I whisper. "Yes."

"Say it," he demands, his lips trailing down my neck, his teeth grazing my skin. "Admit you want me too."

"I…I want you," I admit, my voice breaking.

"Good girl." One of his hands palming my butt. "My good girl."

I shiver against him. His good girl. God, I love hearing him call me that.

"You're mine, Aria. Every inch of you. Every breath. Every thought. You belong to me. And no one else."

He kisses me again, harder this time, his tongue sliding deep into my mouth as his hand works my breast, thumb flicking over my n****e through my bra. I moan loudly, my head falling back against the door.

"f**k," he curses against my neck. "You're so wet for me. I can feel it."

My face burns. "Noah—"

"Shh, princess." He lifts me, my legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. "You don't get to talk. Just feel."

He carries me to the small couch in the corner, laying me down, his body covering mine.

"Look at me," he commands, his voice vibrating in my stomach as he sucks one of my n*****s into his mouth.

I open my dazed eyes. His are dark, hungry, and possessive.

"You're mine," he says again, slower this time. "Say it."

"I'm yours, Noah," I whisper, every single coherent thought I have dissolved.

"Again."

"I'm yours," I say, louder this time.

"Good," he says, smiling with satisfaction as his hand slides between my legs, and I gasp as his fingers find my opening.

"f**k, you're soaking wet," he growls. "For me. All for me."

"Yes," I breathe. "Yes, Noah. All for you."

I am so horny. So itchy. I need him to do something about it.

He curls his fingers inside me, and I cry out in relief, my hips moving against his hand.

I don't understand what I am doing. I just need to feel relief.

"That's it," he murmurs, his eyes filled with lust. "Take it. Take all of me."

I move with his hands, and I can't keep the sounds from my lips as he increases the pace.

I am so hot and I can feel the big orgasm building. It is unlike anything I have ever felt, not like I have anything to compare it with.

"c*m for me, princess," he growls.

"Soak my fingers. Let me feel you fall apart on my hand. I want every heat of that pretty little p***y on me."

I scream his name loudly as I shatter in his hands.

END OF MATURE CONTENT

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THIRD PERSON POV

Carolina paces the quiet hospital corridor, casting a sharp glance toward the room where her husband rests.

She stays outside. She does not want him hearing this call—not yet. Pulling out her phone, she dials her daughter.

"Mom," Lora’s voice bursts through the line, heavy with exasperation. "I'll visit him when my schedule clears. Right now, I'm gunning for a role in a major studio blockbuster.

This project is a multi-million-dollar production, and securing this part is vital for my brand and industry visibility. It's the what I need to elevate my public profile. How many times do I have to lay this out for you?"

Carolina does not get a chance to speak until Lora finally stops.

She snorts softly. “Do you think I’m calling because of your dad? You should still try to visit him. He’ll be discharged soon.”

She looks around the corridor, checking to see if anyone is listening. Then she lowers her voice, her lips tightening with disgust. "I saw her," she whispers.

"Who?" Lora’s voice sounds distant over the line, muffled by background noise on her end.

"Aria. I saw her," Carolina repeats, raising her voice just enough to be clear.

“What?” Lora sounds startled. “Where?”

“In this hospital. Strutting around like she owns the place.”

Carolina leans against the wall, her mouth tightening with disgust. “She’s attached herself to some older man now. Some sugar daddy, I’m sure. That girl has no shame. She never changes.”

A nurse passes with a cart. Carolina waits until she is gone, then lowers her voice even more.

“Can you believe she ignored me?” she whispers. “That brat. Who does she think she is?”

Her face hardens. “She inherit her mother’s insufferable pride. Always lifting her chin like she was above everyone else. As if she was some kind of saint.”

Brianna always held her head in the clouds, acting like some celestial being. And look how that ended.

I took her man, her home, and her life.

Now her precious daughter is exiled, selling herself to an old man who could be her father.

“I hope you are rolling over in your grave, Brianna.”

Carolina freezes. She only then realizes she has spoken the last part aloud.

For a moment, she feels exposed.

Fortunately, Lora is completely zoomed out, trapped in her own mind, terrified of how Jamie will react if he crosses paths with Aria.

For the past four years, Lora and Jamie's relationship has been anything but smooth sailing.

Jamie tried to break things off multiple times. And every single time, Lora held him down by dangling the industry connections and career opportunities he would lose if he left her.

She hates it. She cannot understand why Aria still holds such power in their life.

Aria has nothing to her name except that hauntingly bewitching face—a face Jamie cannot seem to forget, no matter how hard Lora tries to fill the empty space in his life.

Lora always assumed they would project the perfect, love-struck image she used to see between Jamie and Aria.

Instead, her reality is an exhausting cycle of manipulation, using public relations and industry perks to force him to stay.

If only he loved her more, if only he treated her better, she wouldn't have had to degrade herself to…

"Lo? Lora, can you hear me?" Carolina’s sharp tone jolts Lora back to reality. "Are you even listening to me?"

Carolina cuts herself off, lowering her voice again as another nurse wheels a tray past.

"Sorry, Mom. I told you, I'm swamped. I had to handle something."

Carolina lets out a long breath of relief.

Good. She thought.

Her daughter hadn't hear her slip-up. Some things are better left as rumors than confirmed truths.

Even if Lora hears whispers from outsiders, it won't be a reality until it comes directly from Carolina's mouth.

On the other end of the line, Lora's breathing is heavy and uneven. "So... where is she now? Why is she at the hospital? Is it because of Dad?"

Carolina’s lip curls. "I have no idea where the b***h went. You should have seen how she ordered her guard dog to chase me away. Unbelievable.

She pauses and then continues, “She isn't here for your father. The girl has same stupid pride as her mother. She won't come for him."

Silence stretches between mother and daughter. The same burning question consumes them both: Why is she back after four years?

"How are you and Jamie doing?" Carolina’s voice finally slices through the quiet.

"We're fine, Mom," Lora replies, her tone instantly turning rigid.

"Really?" Carolina sounds openly skeptical. "You haven't dropped a podcast episode recently. What's going on? Are you sure everything is fine?"

"Mom!" Lora snaps. "We are good. We've just been so busy. Jamie is occupied with his company, and I am consumed with these auditions too."

"What could possibly be more important than prioritizing his fiancée?" Carolina’s voice rises.

Two doctors walk past, shooting her a strange look. She flashes them a fake smile before dropping her volume.

"I still don't see what you find in him. He is financially unstable, nowhere near the standard your grandfather would select for you. Steven Gerrard is a far superior match, yet you insisted on—"

"Mom, drop it. Jamie is doing very well now. Besides, you weren't complaining when I stole him from Aria. He is my fiancé, and I need you to stop this. You need to start treating him with respect. He notices your attitude, and you are only creating problems for me."

Carolina’s jaw tightens at her daughter’s reprimand. "Fine," she says coldly. "Finish your little movie. But do not forget your father is lying in a hospital bed. And bring him."

Lora’s voice strains. "I won't."

"You need to visit before Genny finds out you haven't come see her son."

At the mention of the name, Lora lets out a weary sigh. "Genny is still alive?"

Carolina huffs. "That woman will outlive all of us out of spite. If she catches wind that you didn't show up, she will cause public scenes, and I do not have the patience for her drama."

That gets a short laugh out of Lora, and Carolina feels herself relax a little.

Then Lora speaks again, her voice calmer now, but edgy.

“Mom?”

“Yes?”

“If Aria is really back…”

Carolina waits as Lora takes a slow, deliberate breath.

"Then I need to see her myself." Lora says, her voice turning to ice.

No matter what brought Aria back after four years, Lora will not let her reclaim Jamie.

She will not let Aria destroy the empire she sacrificed her dignity to build.