Chapter 17 (Becky's POV)
I was starting to believe that I am hallucinating or I woke up in another universe.
Maybe I was still sleeping and today didn't even happen yet.
Because otherwise, I had no idea where Aron came from.
We all know about that logic. Before sex you help each other with clothes but after you are on your own.
But no, he helped me get dressed after we were done and carried me to the kitchen, where he was now heating our dinner.
So excuse me if I was a bit shocked.
He prepared everything while I was still trying to get over the shock and maybe get my legs back into working.
Things like that just don't happen in real life.
But I guess I was being proved wrong at every turn we took tonight.
Dinner still smelled amazing and as soon as Aron sat down beside me we dug in.
I'd say we worked up our appetite pretty well.
We ate our dinner in silence and Aron took both our empty plates into the sink.
"Don't you dare wash the dishes! I will do it later or tomorrow morning."
He turned my way with a soft smile playing on his lips.
"But that sounds unfair to me since you cooked."
I was ready to object when he stopped my words with his hand on my mouth.
"Nope. Heating dinner is not the same as cooking. So I will do the dishes and you get that sexy ass of yours into the living room and find a good movie we can watch ok?"
His hand was still cowering my mouth so I could only nod my head at him.
"Good girl."
He removed his hand and at the same time, his lips found mine.
I have no idea what it was about this man, but I just couldn't get enough of him.
So our kiss soon turned into a full-on steamy make-out session.
Which was completely ok in my book.
But it seems like Aron wouldn't forget about dirty dishes that easily.
"You really know how to tempt me, but I will do the dishes one way or another. If I have to make sure you can't feel your legs again before I do the dishes I will do it willingly."
At his words, a whimper escaped me. I couldn't help it.
His words turned me on as no one else did before him.
A smirk crossed his lips.
Damn this man. He knew exactly what he was doing to me and my hormones.
"Be a good girl and do as I said."
This time he only pecked my lips, turned me around, and slapped me on the ass which made me gasp.
Not from the pain, but from the pleasure that shoots right to my core in seconds.
I hurried to the living room before I would embark myself even more with my horny traitorous hormones.
Ah, sue me.
You would feel the same if you had the kind of sex I did an hour ago.
I was on the sofa going through the movie collection on my tv when my eyes began to feel heavy.
I was trying to stay awake, but I could feel it was a losing battle.
And before I knew it, I was out.
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I woke up feeling something heavy pressing against my stomach.
What the….?
I slowly opened my eyes and the first thing I realized was that I was in my bedroom.
And that heavy thing on my stomach was Aron's arm.
He stayed the night.
I was sure once he would find me sleeping he would leave or at least sleep in the guest room or Mason's room like he did the previous night.
But no.
Instead of what I expected, he seemed to carry me to my bedroom and slept with me the whole night.
Even though we didn't do anything else but sleep.
I was not used to this kind of man.
Usually, if there wasn't sex involved they simply took off.
But Aron proved to me with every passing second that he was different.
I tried to wiggle from under his arm without waking him up, but as soon as I moved he tightened his grip around my waist.
"Where do you think you're going?"
His voice was husky from sleep and it made my insides tighten at hearing it.
"Um, to make breakfast?"
It was meant to be a statement but instead, it came out as a question.
His eyes were still closed and a soft chuckle escaped his lips.
"I already know what I want for breakfast."
"Just tell me and I'll make it for you. After all, you didn't have to carry me in my bedroom last night so I kind of owe you."
At that, his eyes popped open and I was under him in just a few moments.
His eyes were practically glowing with anger and lust at the same time.
"Let's make one thing clear. You owe me nothing. You cooked us dinner and because I couldn't keep my hands off you, it got cold. We managed to take care of that and had an amazing dinner. I carried you to your bedroom because a woman like you deserves to sleep in a bed, not on the couch and I did it because I wanted, not because I had to."
I was so shocked by everything that I only managed to nod my head at him.
A smirk spread across his lips before he continued.
"Now about my breakfast. You see, it does not require any kind of cooking and you don't even have to move from bed."
I was confused at first.
What kind of breakfast could I have in my bedroom?
I never kept any food in this room.
The bedroom was meant for sleeping, not eating.
But then he started trailing kisses down my breasts and my stomach and to my surprise I realized I was still naked.
As I was busy processing everything, his lips found their target.
He sucked my clit into his mouth and suddenly it all became clear.
He wanted me for breakfast.
And he won't hear a single complaint about it from me.
As long as he kept delivering those fantastic orgasms I was totally on board.
And with Aron, it seemed I was only starting to get first glimpses at how a woman should -be treated.
One thing was for sure though.
Once he would be done with me, I would be ruined for any other man.