"What did he say?"
"He wants to kiss me."
"Haven't you guys kissed before?"
The question asked by Sophie seemed to silence Helena and made her speechless. No, it wasn't about the question that hit her hard because she knew the answer very well. Ever. So hot, deep, and intoxicating.
The wildest thing she had ever done with Aaron was the kiss. Sometimes it was just a light kiss that could often turn wild and passionate. However, that was all. Helena and Aaron were trying to maintain their logic and not let it lose to their desire.
Yes, a sliver of memory about it made her quiet. It was too embarrassing for her to admit that it wasn't for once the hot kiss that happened, even to her best friend.
"Seeing your reaction, it's clear that you do it often," Sophie guessed while nodding her head in understanding.
Sophie is Helena's best friend. They had been friends for almost ten years. And although in recent years they rarely saw each other i
- I'll cook spaghetti for dinner. -The message came when Aaron was busy with reports of one of his grandfather's subsidiaries under his control. From Helena. Who else? He had to check many times to make sure that the sender was indeed Helena.That words managed to create a broad smile on his face. It had been a long time since he had exchanged messages with Helena. The woman didn't bother to send him a message and chose her assistant to do it for her. It was also rare because, well, there was nothing they talked about.And the message was like an oasis in the desert, amid the awkwardness between them and Helena's cold attitude Helena. The news was a sign that his wife was starting to soften her heart. They had only been married for ten days. And she had shown the change. What a surprise!He quickly typed his reply while she was in a good mood.- Have you got the ingredients? -Aaron hoped
Helena smiled in satisfaction when she saw Aaron and the vacuum cleaner in his hand. The man kept his promise to help her with the household chores. Not only that day because he often gave a hand. For example, he washed the dishes and the cooking utensils after using them. Especially on the weekend, which was his day off, his chores also increased.Helena had just finished drying clothes. She walked towards the kitchen. Then, she opened the large refrigerator to check their food supply stored there. There was a little left, but at least enough to make several kinds of meals for their lunch and dinner. It might be sufficient for tomorrow. So, not going shopping that day wouldn't be a problem.She took a tiramisu from the refrigerator. It was the dessert she made the day before. She deliberately served in medium-sized glasses to make it easier to eat. Relaxing after work was fun. It could be a form of reward for what she just did, washing and drying clothes.Helen
"Damn it!"The curse slid freely from Helena's lips. Several hours had passed, but her memory was still etched into the most embarrassing incident for her. What else besides her hot kiss with Aaron? For her, there was nothing more embarrassing than that. The way Aaron kissed her and how her body reacted... What a shame! She seemed to be slapping herself for the inconsistency she showed. A month had not passed since their wedding. And look how inconsistent she was. So she was easily swayed by her husband's behavior."Damn it!"Again, Helena gave the same curse. She didn't count how many times the word had been said. Her brain was too busy thinking about it all. More specifically, her stupidity. She should have just let Aaron have wild imaginations about her and the lingerie from the start. Or, she should have pushed him as hard as she could before he could hold her and hypnotize her through his gaze. Or rather, Helena should have maintained her sanity when Aaron
"Didn't you say you were going to order food?" Helena asked after ten minutes of sitting next to Aaron, and the man hadn't done what he said. Yeah, you are not wrong. Finally, she lowered her guard and let his arms wrap around her shoulders from the moment she sat there. And she didn't protest at all. More precisely, she was lazy to do it. She doubted she would win against her husband in a debate that she believed would occur once Helena showed her refusal."Oh, I almost forgot," said Aaron quickly. He then took his phone from the table in front of him. "What do you want to eat?" he asked, starting to scroll his fingers over his black smartphone.Helena looked at him while frowned her eyebrows. "Pizza. You said you'd order it.""Ah, yes. Pizza." Aaron responded as if the idea had been around for a long time. "Are you serious about ordering it?"The frown still lingered on her forehead. Helena looked at him in surprise. It was clear that she was interested
As promised, Aaron accompanied Helena shopping the next day. There was a little debate about the time of their departure, before or after lunch. But later, the two of them agreed to have lunch outside. Then, they could freely shop. They decided to go to The Houston Mall. The first goal was to see the places Aaron had to offer for Helena's cafe. He freed Helena to choose an empty area spread over several floors of the mall. And she took a vacant place on the ground floor. As compared to the cafe that had been established, the place she chose was not that wide. Slightly narrower in size. But, no problem. Helena could use glass walls to give the illusion of a broad and spacious room. In addition, glass walls could spoil the eye with a monotonous view. Well, even though, in the end, they could only see the environment around the mall and human traffic there. But at least, it gave a better sight than being in closed partitions. Helena nodded, satisfied with the pl
Having Rachel as her assistant was the right decision. The woman was a hard worker with perfect and satisfactory results. Therefore, Helene could always rely on her in various situations, including taking care of Helena's Cafe. However, it didn't mean Helena could relax and only received the report from her. Helena kept an eye on everything and gave the necessary directions. They had known each other for five years. At first, Helena refused to hire an assistant. What for? She felt that she could be able to do everything alone. But, George, her eldest brother, insisted. He said the presence of a personal assistant was beneficial. Even though Helena was not interested in joining the family business, her assistant could help her take care of her assets. Correction. It had given to her. While she was engrossed in her hobby, cooking--she was running a blog about food recipes--Rachel could replace her by monitoring her finances. At first, Rachel's work was limited to that.
"I'm glad you're coming," commented Aaron shortly after seeing his wife emerge from behind the door in his room. That woman always looked beautiful. A pastel knee-length dress wrapped her beautifully along with her long hair that she didn't tie. Ah, Helena was beautiful. Always.Helena closed the door behind her, then walked over to the big sofa there. "Of course. I promised you," she replied as she put the handbag, she was carrying on the table.Aaron glanced at his watch. It was exactly fifteen minutes before lunch. "Can you wait a minute? I have to finish this first," he said, referring to the file in his hand.Helena understood that. She nodded and silently let Aaron return to his work. It was the risk of visiting people's offices. She didn't want to interfere with Aaron during his working hours. After all, who was she? She was not Aaron's employee or co-worker. So, it was unethical for her to be selfish and asked him to pay attention to her.Helena f
As a housewife, Helena had quite a lot of free time. She could say that the afternoon was a relaxing time. There wouldn't be Aaron who used any excuse to approach her. She was alone and free to use her time doing whatever she wanted to do.The situation of only living together with Aaron was quite advantageous. Her house chores were not too much, and most importantly, she could relax doing it. There was no obligation for her to be diligent. Aaron would voluntarily help her if she felt lazy. And if the reluctance was so heavy, she could call someone to do her work. It was easy, right?There were many things she could do to fill her spare time. Most often, she used it to look for new recipes. Though she didn't know when to try them. Or another activity that was no less frequent was watching movies, TV series, or whatever interested her, such as what she was doing. She was watching a romantic comedy film in her living room. And alone, of course. There were only fresh frui