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“But I have to.” He reluctantly let go of me and my heart completely sank. I didn’t want to say goodbye.

Gone were the birds, gone were the butterflies, and gone was that radiant sunshine. All I was left with was this empty hole in my chest, isolated in darkness.

“Goodnight, Noah.” I tried to cheer up.

“Goodnight, baby girl.” He smiled gently and slowly backed away from the door, watching me slip inside.

That night was one of the best nights of my life.

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Rob glared at me with hateful eyes as I walked in. He was sitting at the kitchen table with my mom, smoking a cigarette, with beer in hand. “Took you long enough!” he bellowed.

“There was traffic,” I lied, quickly walking past them and escaping to my room. I made sure to lock my door before he had the opportunity to follow me. The man always smelled of booze. I hated him.

“Aria… Aria!” Mom called after me, but I didn’t want to talk to her. I didn’t want either of them to ruin my evening.

Switching on my iPod, I scrolled down the playlist and played “Curse The Night” by The Raveonettes,full blast. Then I slumped down on my bed and replayed the way Noah hugged me, over and over again, while the track looped on repeat.

CHAPTER FOUR

Awakening

Noah was staying in the Prestige Suite at the Stone and Sapphire Hotel. He had just got out of the shower and quickly wrapped a white towel around his V-shaped waist before drying off his chest and arms. A cloud of steam thickened the air as he stepped toward the bathroom mirror, wiping it with his hand. He was in the best shape of his life. Noah had washboard abs that looked Photoshopped onto him, except they weren’t. He had worked long and hard to chisel his body to perfection. His wife certainly appreciated it. His shoulders were broad and strongly sculpted. Protruding veins spiraled around his biceps like vines underneath his skin. His chest was flat and smooth with little traces of hair. A black phoenix had spread its flaming wings around his left pectoral. It looked as if it had dug its sharp talons into his skin with every intent to mutilate his heart. Aria’s name was inked in red capital letters on the bird’s breast. He had got that tattoo when he was in college, and it held a significant meaning for him. A smile touched his lips when he lightly brushed his fingers over it.

Once he was out of the bathroom, he changed into a pair of black boxer briefs and black pajama bottoms before tossing his body on the king-sized mattress. Noah stretched and folded his hands behind his head. He fixed his eyes on the ceiling and flashed back to the past six hours. Aria had grown up to be such a beautiful young lady. He wasn’t able to keep his eyes off her during dinner, and he was proud of his daughter for being so strong, compassionate, and forgiving. Noah thanked his lucky stars that she hadn’t got mixed up with drugs and alcohol like he had. It tormented him to even recall those times.

Aria was a slender, delicate young woman, with full, sensuous lips, and big blue eyes. He absolutely adored the thick, dark hair that flowed down the side of her shoulder, reaching past her breasts. He had noticed that her hair color was unique: it changed into a chestnut hue in the sunlight. She had her mother’s beautiful hands, a small nose, and a well-endowed chest that didn’t take away from her next attractive asset: her curvaceous bottom. She was quite tall, standing at five foot seven; his wife was two inches shorter (when she wasn’t wearing six-inch heels). Noah and Emily had created a stunningly gorgeous daughter together.

He smiled to himself, feeling blessed to have her back. They had a lot of catching up to do, and there was so much he wanted to show her. Noah was confident that he could contribute in positive ways to her life. His only regret was that he hadn’t been there sooner. But all of that was going to change. The hardest part was over. And as he entertained all the places he was going to take her when she came to visit, he finally drifted off to sleep.

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Loud sexual moans and labored breaths filled the room as a blonde-haired woman straddled Noah, moving back and forth, quickening her pace.

“Fuck!” He growled. “That feels so good …”

She kissed him hard and whispered dirty talk in his ear.

“Shit, Vanessa!” He grabbed her hips and flipped her over on her back, pressing himself right against her.

“Give it to me.” She rubbed her silicone breasts, then grabbed a fistful of his cheeks down below, pulling him forward until he was submerged all the way inside of her. His wife let out a loud, breathy moan as he began to move in her.

Noah buried his face in the crook of her neck, breathing loudly while he surrendered to pleasure. Something strange started happening amidst their steamy lovemaking.

“You’re getting tighter.” He groaned. “How the hell are you doing that?” His thrusts became faster as her inner walls squeezed and contracted around his shaft. She dragged her fingernails down his back and moaned.

“Oh fuck … Nessa … I’m going to …”

A pressure was building inside of him. He lifted his head up to look into the eyes of his wife, but what he saw left him horrified, because it wasn’t Vanessa’s brown eyes staring back at him … It was a pair of blue eyes that belonged to someone else. Long, wavy, dark hair had sprawled out on the pillow around her face, and those double-D breasts had shrunk and transformed into natural spheres.

“Aria…” Noah exploded inside of her as soon as he said her name.

His eyes snapped wide open while he gasped for air.

Something was achingly constricted inside his boxers, and he had broken into a sweat. There was no explanation as to why his daughter made such a graphic debut in his triple-X dream. But it had become a nightmare, and he was shaken by it. Subconsciously, his mind had attempted to deliver a subliminal message that held a disturbing significance.

Desperate to find release, Noah tugged down his boxer briefs and pulled out his generous length. He quickly began to relieve himself and tried to focus on the sexual image of his naked wife, riding him. But every time he looked up, Aria’s angelic face would flicker before his eyes. The minutes passed and he was still speedily stroking … His arm was getting sore. Relief came fast when Noah shot a big load into some tissues, groaning in pleasure as every muscle in his arm finally relaxed.

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