Chapter 117: An unfailial son...
Outside the hotel suite, the situation was a stark contrast to the peace and tranquility Vera was enjoying inside.
~Earlier~
After returning to the mansion and finding Vera absent, Aaron was furious. His fists clenched and unclenched as he paced the room restlessly. He had called her multiple times, demanding she return home, but his calls went unanswered. Frustrated, he even reached out to the Louis family, hoping to confirm if Vera had returned there. But the answer was negative.
A deep sense of unease settled over him. He hated not knowing where she was, especially now that Davis was back in the picture. The thought of Vera and Davis rekindling anything no matter how impossible it seemed sent a surge of anger coursing through him.
Unable to stay still, he grabbed his car keys and stormed out of the Allen estate. He needed a distraction, something to dull the frustration gnawing at him. He needed to check out where she might have ended up.
Aaron sped through the city traffic, heading straight to his usual retreat, a place he has reserved for himself since he became the COO of the grouo—a five-star presidential suite at Upland Hotels and Suites.
The moment he stepped inside, he yanked his tie off, tossing it carelessly onto the couch. His suit jacket followed, landing in a crumpled heap. His shoes hit the floor with a heavy thud as he pulled them off in frustration.
Grabbing his phone, he dialed a familiar number. "Come over," he ordered, his tone clipped. He ended the call without waiting for a response.
Twenty minutes later, the door handle turned, and the door swung open. Aaron didn’t need to look up to know who it was. He stood and reached out, his hand capturing the young woman’s wrist, pulling her against his chest.
"Easy," she murmured, her voice sultry as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "Are you that anxious?" She smirked with teasing him.
Her teasing only fueled his frustration. Their lips met in a heated frenzy, hands roaming, breaths mingling. Slowly, she peeled away her clothing, her every movement deliberate, seduction laced into every action.