Capítulo 21: Baby, you know what I want. (F)

Ethan stayed in his office, for overtime.

He was frowning in front of his laptop. It doesn't seem right at all. On his calculation, everything should be fine for a week, but why so sudden? He slammed his hand on the table and type fast until he gets into their system. He will be going to kill them one by one if they breach another contract this time. They used the Alvarez company and he will take it back from them so no one could hurt his sister.

He turned off his laptop took it with him and reach his private elevator. He nodded on the security guards and went to his car and drove out of his building. He was passing by from a bar when he saw a petite figure, curly long hair, and a very conservative dress. He turned his car and stopped in front of her.

He clicked to open the window and whistle on her. She turned to him with a frown and the surprised look on her face was enough to tease her.

"Sweetheart, isn't it curfew yet?" She checked on her wristwatch. Then she muttered a few curses. He read her lips and it looks sexy as hell.

He stepped out of his car and walk around to her. He looked weary and tired from a long day. He needed to sleep but he just couldn't. The feeling of restlessness suddenly vanished when he saw her.

"What are you doing here?"

"Well, I just got off of the office."

"Uhm, you okay? Do you want milk? That will help you."

He grinned slowly, and the sexiness on him never fades though he was tired. How can he be so cool in front of her? She thought to herself. Then she snorted.

"Baby, you know what I want. What are you doing in this kind of bar?" he looked around with a frown. The local bar and full of addicts and dirty people.

"I am just here for a little celebration with my team. I am off anyway." She pulled out her phone. "So, uhm…"

"Get in the car," I said softly but with a little demand.

She kept her formality and smiled at him in very businesslike.

"It's fine sir. I'll book an Uber."

"Get in the car." He demanded and open the door for her. She exhales and looked at him skeptically.

"Ethan," She finally called his name.

"Aria." He called back her name. She submissively entered in on his car. He walked around and gave her a card. It is a gold card with a VIP on it. "This is a VIP card in the Elite Bar. You are safer there." She didn't take it.

"What makes you think that I am safer in that bar? Every bar is not safe."

"You are my woman—"

"I never agreed to be your mistress." She retorted. She wanted to rub her chest where her heart is located to comfort it. Thinking of those days that she was treated like a mistress.

"Sweetheart, I never wanted you to be my mistress. But maybe I wanted that—my only mistress. Aria, I never meant for you to feel that way. I was stupid. I focus more on business and make our relationship part of the business."

"Our relationship back then was always a business. It's my mistake that I am not professional enough."

He didn't say anything at all and started driving his car. He knew where she is staying. It's a small apartment just a few square meters enough for a bathroom, bed, and small kitchen. She's independent and she didn't even take the villa that he bought for her.

"Thank you for driving me." She didn't look into his eyes. He scooped her face and lifted it up to him.

"This place doesn't seem safe."

"I have been living here for five months, and everything is fine."

"Hmm." He stared down on her crossbow lips and had the urge to taste it.

"It's late."

"It is indeed late." He stepped closer and she stepped back. He closes the door and locked it. She suddenly can't breathe.

"What are you doing?"

"Do you have some medicine for a headache?"

"I do." She answered casually. He nodded. She immediately fetched the medicine with warm water and gave it to him. He drank it and settle down on her small couch. "I could call your chauffeur—"

"It's fine."

"Ethan, since when did the last time you sleep for 7 hours?" He didn't answer her. She exhales feeling tired and sympathetic toward him. She made a glass of warm milk and gave it to him. "Sleep here. I'll settle the bed."

He removed his coat and next was his shirt and then his pants leaving his boxers. He finished his milk while she was preparing the bed. Well, it wasn't the first time that they share the same bed. But maybe it will be the first time that he will make love to her for a very long time.

After a few moments, she got out wearing a pair of PJs and fresh from a warm shower.

"Take the bed." She said with pillows on her hand. He stood and she flushes seeing him naked well the boxers only cover his important part.

"I am not taking the bed without you." He turned off the lights and picked her up to her twin bed. It was too small for him and but it will be fine with her.

"Ethan!"

"Aria," He muttered and sniffled her sweet scent. "Don't move, okay? My other self, down there isn't as patient as I am. Do you understand me?"

"Hmm."

"Let's sleep or you could choose the other way around. I will still participate though." She nudged him.

"Sleep, you, dummy."

"Aria…"

"Hmm."

"Tomorrow is my sister's engagement party. Let's go together."

"President Alvarez, I think I don't have a right to stand by your side."

"I don't care that much, Aria." He shoved his face on her neck and kisses her lightly. She was stiffened for a while and like her body isn't hers that it snuggle on him.

It was a good long sleep for both of them. She forgot that she has to wake up early to do her laundry and log in to her account for her part-time online job. But the bed was warm and she felt protected and secured on someone's arms. He's sleeping soundlessly with normal breathing. Good thing that he doesn't snore at all.

She wanted to leave the bed but she just couldn't. Aria looked at the man whom she loved back then. The man she shouldn't fall in love with because he was her employer. She was too naïve back then. Never in her life does she felt being pampered by someone… but he does. Though she's not a materialistic person—every beautiful thing that he saw that suited her, he would give it to her willingly. It was flattering for someone but for her, she felt like a doll or worst a mistress.

Who would love someone like her? She's not a girl with a good background. She's not a girl from a decent family at all.

She let him sleep for long and she dragged her lazy body out from bed to make breakfast and do the laundry.

She heard his phone keep on ringing and she picked it up. It was his assistant. It must be an emergency. But as she looked at him who just got a good sleep—she suddenly felt hesitant for a while. She went to bed and he woke up and look at her quizzically.

"Your assistant is calling." He answered it and he frowns.

"Okay, send our lawyers. I want them to pay for it." He hung up and laid back on the bed. "Baby, let's sleep more."

"I will make breakfast."

"Screw breakfast, I wanted to sleep with my doll." She wanted to laugh at him and one thing she knew she was already on the bed, he spread her legs apart, corner her, and lay on top of her.

"Uhh, Ethan? Today is your sister's engagement." She wanted to give excuses to restrain from him.

She felt his tongue grazing on her neck and she gasped from the sudden rush of blood. His fingers expertly open the buttons of her pajama top from the top part to the bottom as he traces kisses on her porcelain skin lightly.