"I..." Yazmine couldn't find her words; this would be the first time he'd seen him angry.
The elevator opened when they reached the floor. Seeing this, Aiden held her again and took her into an empty office. Shutting the door, he faced her.
"So, my answer?" he asked, and she was quiet again.
"What are you afraid of, Yaz?"
"I've been hurt so many times," Yazmine said, locking her gaze on him. "I always date the wrong guy. I don't really know, Aiden, I'm always unlucky with love."
"I can't promise to give you the best, Yazmine, but I promise to give you my best," he said, crossing the distance between them. Aiden held her face gently.
"Don't respond if you don't want me," he gently said and placed his lips on hers.
Younger? Does age even matter? Everything she felt about the man was beautiful, so why should she stop?
Before Aiden could pull away, Yazmine held his shirt and kissed him back. It was gentle but demanding.
"I accept to be your woman, Aiden," she whispered, after breaking the kiss for a moment. Aiden slammed his lips back, holding her waist close. Damn! He is a good kisser, driving her nuts as his tongue savored her.
Soon their kiss got crazily hot, Yazmine moaned in pleasure, his touch igniting her.
As they pulled away to catch their breath, Aiden chuckled, staring deep into her eyes.
"Mine," he mumbled in a hoarse voice, reconnecting the kiss again.
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Candy's scream rented the room as Diego announced Jameson's return. Diego informed me he'll be back the following day due to Old Mavis's birthday. However, Jameson will return after he recovers so well.
"I'll see you soon, love. I've missed you, it's been four days," Candy pouted.
"I missed you more, wife. I couldn't reach Yazmine, is she okay?" Diego asked.
"She is not back yet, I wonder what she's doing. Don't worry, I'll let her know the good news," Candy said. They spoke for a long while before the call ended. Candy felt lonely again.
Feeling bored, she decided to take a quick stroll down the street. Her eyes caught an ice cream shop, and she recalled how Diego told her to call him 'hubby' out of jealousy.
"One ice cream, please," she demanded from the front man.
"Make it two," a deep familiar voice sounded behind her. Candy turned her head only to see the man she had met at the grocery store.
"You again?" Candy blinked several times.
"Hey, shortie," Griffin grinned.
"I told you to stop calling me that. I'm not short," Candy glared.
"I actually like short women, so I could do this," he spoke and ruffled Candy's hair gently. "You look cute."
"Hey!" Candy snapped at him, and he averted his hand. "I told you not to hit on me, I'm married."
"Then he should find another wife. I want to steal you," Griffin smirked. Candy scoffed and shook her head.
"You'll die within a minute. It's either I kill you myself or my husband does," Candy shot a glare.
"Fine, fine, I was just teasing you... short..."
Candy glared harder.
"What's your name?"
"I'm not telling you."
"Then I'll keep calling you short..."
"Candy! gosh, you're on my nerves," Candy pouted and took her ice cream. She turned to leave immediately.
"Shortie!!!" Griffin said loud enough for her to hear.
"Fuck you!" Candy exclaimed too, raising her middle finger.
Griffin rested his back on the counter, diving both of his hands into his pocket as he stared at Candy.
"I must be crazy," he mumbled.
***
Candy gave herself one last look in her hand mirror. It was the birthday celebration, and she was nervous. Today, she is meeting Diego's grandfather.
The car halted before a huge mansion, surrounded by beautiful lights. Servants and security strolled around the place.
"I badly want to fly to New York," Yazmine mumbled beside her. Coming home after a dinner with Aiden last night, Yazmine almost fainted with Jameson's news.
"He'll be back tomorrow. By the way, you haven't told me where you went last night," Candy said.
"Nothing," Yazmine quickly said and got down of the car.
"She is definitely seeing someone," Candy said and got down too.
A strong arm suddenly pulled her, and she gasped. His familiar amazing cologne filled her nostrils. She smiled beautifully as she looked up to her husband.
Diego leaned down to her ear. "Wife, should we go back home? You're so beautiful, I want to be the only one to stare at you," he whispered.
"That's tempting, Mr. President, but I badly want to meet your family," she wrapped her arms around his neck. Tucking her hair behind her ear, he leaned down and kissed her briefly.
They held each other's hands and walked into the large hall filled with guests, dressed exquisitely. As they stepped in, all eyes turned to them.
Last year, he walked in alone, but now, he was walking with his wife. The stares made Candy a bit shy.
Their matching dress suited them perfectly as they exuded a beautiful and powerful aura. The guests whispered among themselves, men drooling over Candy and women wishing they were the one holding hands with the demigod.
Candy's breath halted as they stepped toward the old man, dressed in an expensive suit. He exuded a calm but powerful aura. Laying his eyes on his grandson and his wife, he stood up slowly.
"Good evening, sir. I'm Candy. Nice to meet you and happy birthday," Candy introduced calmly, though nervous inside.
"Hm, I know who you are already. I just didn't know you'd look even more beautiful physically," Old Mavis complimented.
Diego finally smiled, glad the old man didn't behave weirdly. "Happy birthday, old man."
"I'm not old" Old Mavis raised his brow. "Am I?" He faced Candy.
"You look great, sir," Candy's reply made the man smile wider.
"I wonder how such an angel keeps up with this stubborn man here."
Candy snickered while Diego's face dropped.
"I hope he didn't give you too much trouble?"
"He did," Candy said, and Diego gave her a look. "A lot actually."
Old Mavis burst into a light laugh; he held Candy's hand. "May I borrow your wife for a moment? I'd like to talk to her."
Before Diego could reject, Candy gave him an assuring squeeze on his hand and replied.
"Sure, sir."
Diego sighed watching them leave, but then a male voice sounded behind them.
"Son."
Diego's face immediately turned cold. It better not be the person he thinks. Turning his head slowly, his instinct turned out to be right. His father?!
If looks could kill, Romeo should be seven feet underground.
"What in the world are you doing here?" Diego's cold voice made Romeo recall Vincent's words.
'The Diego you knew nine years ago is not the same.'
And he was right; it was his son, but his dominating aura made him freeze.
That wasn't all, because another figure slowly appeared behind Romeo. Well-dressed in a dark suit, his hair styled backward revealing his handsome face.
Griffin...
The moment their eyes met, a chill seemed to settle in the room. People instinctively stepped back, sensing the tension crackling between the two men.
Their icy gazes locked for a long while until Griffin broke the silence... A dark smirk gracing on his lips.
"Hello, brother, it's nice to finally meet you..."