The Traps of Black Swan

In the morning,

Aarvi woke up at her regular time. She found herself holding Aaron's hand and hugging his forearm in sleep. And her husband was sleeping peacefully on the next pillow. It had been many days since they slept on different pillows. She was so used to his arms around her and waking up to his masculine scent and the warmth.

Propping her head on her hand, she silently watched her husband. She knew not just her, he was worried too. He rather prefers her to stay safe in the home than going out, looking for trouble. Yet, he convinces himself only for her. She continued to watch stealing some kisses.

Aaron took a deep long breath and she understood he was waking up. She waited to see if he would go back to sleep, look for her or wake up straight.. His lips tempting arced, making her think why he might be smiling? Morning dreams?

  She whispered, going closer to his ear, "What are you dreaming of, Doctor Rivas?"

Suddenly his arms wrapped around her waist and she ended up on top of him. Then she was surprised when he did nothing. But it was more like an invite for her to be mischievous. 

'I am not falling for it.' She knew he could shift the trouble maker title to her and say, 'You started it.' When he was the one asking for it.

Aaron was waiting, waiting, and waiting, but she stayed frozen without movements. Her head wasn't resting on him to think she dozed off so he couldn't understand what she was up to. And then, he opened his eyes and looked at the gorgeous smile on his wife and the honey-dipped voice melted his heart, "Good Morning, My Love." 

There was a hint of tease at the corner of her lips. She dipped her head and planted a soft, sweet kiss on his forehead, then one on his cheek. Then again a heart-stealing smile. 

His wife's brain was working early in the morning. Nevertheless. he had plenty of reasons to eat her. "Somebody absconded yesterday. Should I catch the thief, Darling?" His hand snuck under her black nightdress. He watched her flinch when his finger grazed over smooth skin on her back and trailed up. 

Aarvi was the thief for tempting him and running away. She couldn't believe he was keeping a straight face when his naughty hands were making her heart race. The more she tried to escape his fingers, his sensual touch was making her react just as he wanted.

She tried to roll off but his big warm palm spread on her back and pressed her down on him. "Where… are your hands going, Sweetheart?" Only she knew how difficult it was to say it so audibly when his other hand reached her leg under the duvet.

Aaron stated the matter of fact, "Honey, they go where they belong." His husky tempting voice was breaking the little control she was holding up. 

Why didn't she know his hands belonged to her body? 

Unwilling to give up in the early morning naughty battle, she tried to counter, "They…" She huffed. Her arm strength gave away, almost making her fall on him when his hand shifted in the direction. His big palm gently and tortuously slow, massaged her soft peak. As if one wasn't enough, his other hand caressed her thigh moving up tormentingly slow.

"They… shouldn't?" He teased her when he already knew, she could pounce on him any second.

He waited for her to respond to him when his slow torture was making her crazy, "They should," He gave the permission he wanted.

She suddenly gasped when he rolled over her and pressed her under him. As much as she craved for him, she could see the desire filling in his eyes. This man was a devil, a big bad wolf on the bed. 

"And… My lips?" His deep voice tantalized her ears and he started prepping her face, down her neck. Being as slow as he could. 

She knew if she wanted she could end his torture and get off the bed. But she clearly didn't want that. Why work out separately when they could burn the calories together.

Her fingers grabbed his hair and nibbled his ear, "Every inch of you belongs to me." Even though she wasn't a kind of possessive one, she knows he loves if she sounds possessive. Or maybe they had a healthy kind of possessiveness to each other. 

His eyes glinted darkly hearing her. He added some spice, "Then let's see who loves more." Before she could fathom his words, a moan slipped her lips. 

"Devious… .... Slo… Ronro…" When she rolled on top of him, she didn't realize, she fell into her husband's trap. 

How could making love on the bed prove who loves more? His Cupcake is still adorable for him to love her more.

Then what followed was a morning, both would remember for years and laugh for many reasons. One, keep track of the time. Two, not to leave so many marks which would become hard to cover. Three… Let's not discuss their bedroom codes now.

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Aarvi had to feed Aaron his breakfast when he was in a web conference. The whole management was stealing glances at Aaron so the latter turned off his camera and heard the presentation. Busy reading a file and hearing the other end, he forgot to turn off the mic after he instructed something to them.

"Cupcake, I am full." The chicken sandwich she made was nutritious and heavy. He didn't keep track of how many he ate and Aarvi was feeding him continuously, reminding him to chew if he was lost in work.

"Ronron, the last piece…. Open your mouth… Good boy…." She coaxed and made him take a bite.

Shawn was in the meeting too. He messaged Milo Wen to mute his brother and rushed to the next door. After beating his friend and making her cry, he returned to attend the meeting. 

Aaron didn't disturb the friends and threw a blind eye. He was with his wife, why should he be embarrassed? He didn't care what they thought.

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Aarvi's initial day plan was to go to the office. Since she was already late, Dax had handled the morning meeting. Then the rest of the day's work was taken by Aarvi asking him to rest. But the man took the chance and sneaked out of the penthouse to look for his girlfriend.

Aarvi got a message, that made her grin to herself. Then the doorbell rang. Aaron had seen a bright smile appear on her face. He was curious to know what made her so elated.

Hence he kept his laptop away and saw her collect an envelope from Alex. She announced, skipping towards him, "Surprise!" She handed the envelope to Aaron and anticipatingly looked at him signaling him to open it.

Aaron tugged her and made her sit on his lap. His arm coiled around her waist. "I am curious." Especially because of her smile and happiness. 

He checked the envelope carefully. It was a courier from Country S. He tore the tip of the outer envelope and took the white envelope out.

Aarvi tilted her head to see his expression. But she didn't get to see what she expected.

As soon as his eyes fell on the letters printed on the envelope, his face darkened. His hand unwrapped from her waist. Even though he didn't push her away, Aarvi could feel his body reaction. It was sharper than a knife, cutting off her excitement and calmness.

She voluntarily stood up. "Ronron, what's wrong?" She uneasily asked. She saw him clenching his teeth and her heart dropped to her stomach. His grave silence and quiet anger were making her eyes moist. She tried to hold back her emotions and breathe.

She felt a lump in her throat seeing him unmoving and mute, "Ronron…" Her voice slightly quivered. Her hand reached his shoulder but he evaded her touch and stood away facing his back to her. 

She had thought it would make him happy. She can't know if he doesn't tell her. So she tried again "T-tell me what happened? I-if you don't tell me, I won't know. I can't correct it."

'Smash'

Aarvi's shoulders jerked when he threw the envelope on the center table as he turned to her.  "Tell you what, Cupcake!?" He demanded without a hint of mirth in his voice. He was holding back but still, he was cold. 

He took a step closer to tell her something but he held back. He started taking steps away from her. He sounded hurt when he accepted her surprise for him, "Now, you want me to go away…" He nodded without looking into her eyes, "Alright, I-I will leave." 

Aarvi flustered hearing his words. She reached out to hold him but he walked away and left the penthouse.