Chapter 25

Aria's POV I stared at Aiden, my mind blank at his promise. What could I possibly say? My body still hummed with pleasure, my thoughts scattered like leaves in a storm. Thankfully, the car rolled to a smooth stop before I needed to formulate a response. "We've arrived at the estate, Mr. Carter," the driver announced through the intercom. I exhaled in relief, quickly smoothing down my dress and running fingers through my disheveled hair. Aiden adjusted his clothing with practiced ease, not a single hint of what had transpired visible on his composed face. How did he do that? He exited first, extending his hand to help me out. Without thinking, I slipped my arm through his, seeking stability as much as keeping up appearances. The warmth of his muscular arm beneath my fingers reminded me of what those hands were capable of just minutes ago, sending a fresh wave of heat through my body. When I finally looked up, I froze in awe. The Carter estate wasn't just a house—it was a monument to gen