Too Late Mr. White! I'm Married To Your Rival Now novel Chapter 224

Aria's POV

I remembered my plans with Lillian today and tried to get out of bed, but my body protested with every movement. The soreness between my thighs made me flush with memories of last night with Aiden.

"Shit, I need to get going," I muttered, glancing at the clock while swinging my legs over the edge of the bed.

I didn't make it far. Aiden's strong arm snaked around my waist, pulling me back against his hard chest. His morning erection pressed insistently against my ass.

"Where do you think you're going?" he murmured, his voice still rough with sleep. His hand slid down my stomach and between my legs. "You promised me a proper good morning."

"I promised Lillian I'd pick her up," I gasped as his fingers found their target, my body already responding traitorously. "She wants to join me for practice today."

"She can wait five minutes," he growled, already positioning himself behind me.

"Five minutes?" I laughed breathlessly. "That's not very flattering to yourself."

His answer was to thrust inside me, making me cry out. "Fine. Fifteen."

It was closer to thirty minutes later when I finally made it to my car, still feeling him between my thighs and tasting his kisses on my lips. The jet ski practice center was waiting, and I wasn't going to let Aiden Carter—no matter how magnificent in bed—make me late.

I parked my Range Rover in front of Lillian's apartment building and texted her that I'd arrived. The soreness in my muscles made me squirm in my seat, unwanted flashbacks of Aiden's hands on my body flooding my mind. Jesus, I needed to stop obsessing over him. We'd been sleeping together for months now, but lately, it felt different—more intense, more consuming.

Focus on something else. Like today's training session. I only had a week left before the competition on the 17th, and I needed all the practice I could get.

Lillian appeared moments later, sliding into the passenger seat with her designer sunglasses and a travel mug of coffee. She gave me a once-over and smirked.

"So why exactly are you keeping this jet ski competition thing from Aiden?" she asked, buckling her seatbelt. "It's not like it's something bad."

I winced, adjusting the air conditioning. "It's not that I'm deliberately hiding it from him. I just don't know how to bring it up."

Especially after he'd just gifted me a jet ski of my own last week. The thought of telling him I was competing as JJ, the mysterious masked female competitor who'd been making waves in the amateur circuit... God, I couldn't even imagine his face.

Lillian nodded, taking a sip of her coffee. "Fair enough. It would be awkward. But after the competition ends and you reveal your identity, it won't matter anymore. Aiden's coming to watch anyway, right? He'll find out then, and coming clean afterward will feel more natural."

I gripped the steering wheel tighter, not responding. In truth, I had no idea how Aiden would react when he discovered I'd been keeping this from him. Would he be angry? Hurt? Amused?

If he got upset, I'd just have to find a way to make it up to him. My lips curved into a smile remembering exactly how effectively I could apologize to Aiden Carter.

The training facility was over an hour away, and by the time we arrived, it was already past nine. The weather was perfect—sunny with just enough clouds to break up the intensity of the heat.

After warming up, I tested the water temperature, put on my life jacket, and took a slow lap around the course to get a feel for things before practicing my turns. Lillian had joined me here often enough that she knew most of the staff and could entertain herself.

By midday, I was exhausted. I trudged out of the water in my UV protective gear, squinting against the bright sunlight.

"It's scorching out here," I said to Lillian who was lounging under an umbrella. "You want to head back early?"

She shook her head, then suddenly narrowed her eyes at me. "What happened to your lip? It's bruised."

I'd been training all morning and was too tired to immediately process what she meant. "Where?"

Before I could finish, her finger was gently touching my bottom lip. I winced at the unexpected sting.

"Ouch!"

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