Melissa found Aiden intriguing and really wanted to meet him again, to hear his story and maybe get to know him better past what his mouth tastes like and what it feels to have him inside her. She smiled to herself, it was a pitiful smile of disappointment.

Today was supposed to be her wedding day. Her fiancè was mysteriously kidnapped yesterday and her stance or becoming the CEO of her father’s company is at stake. But here she was, thinking about how good a random stranger she met at the club’s mouth taste. She felt disgusted and pathetic.

She was on the wrong, yet she didn’t regret it with Aiden.

She wanted to meet him again, granted. But that might never happen, so she might as well focus on finding her fiancè before the next week ends or she might as well say goodbye to her inheritance. And that’s all she thought about as she set her car to drive, and drove back to her mansion.

Sometime around 1am, Aiden had woken up and saw that he was still in Melissa’s driver’s seat and M