The next day, when Lily woke up, Aidan Lucas hadn't left yet.
She sat up in bed, the blanket slid off, revealing her fair skin covered in love bites.
The man was tying his tie and turned around when he heard her.
He just saw the woman, bleary-eyed and confused as she sat up from the bed.
A satisfied interest flashed through the cold depths of his eyes.
His woman, no matter when, always beautiful enough to take one's breath away.
Especially after seeing the marks of his affection scattered over her body.
He found her so beautiful that he wanted to press her back down onto the bed and love her fiercely a few more times.
Aidan Lucas sat on the edge of the bed and pulled the woman, who had clearly not slept well being bullied by him all night, into his arms.
"Sleep a bit more, it's still early," he coaxed her gently, a rare softness in his voice.
But Lily had been forced to agree to something last night, and now, any way she looked at him, she felt aggrieved.
