Love Began with the First Meeting
Chapter 982 Extra Story 120 Of Aaron The Melody

At night, the sky had been swept clean of clouds and the stars were blazing in the moonless night... The two bodies lay naked, closely interwoven on the bed, vaguely visible to each other under the dim lamplight. The room was damp with sweat and heavy breathing. A noise escaped Ximena's lips, a deep moan-like air rushing out of her mouth. She couldn't believe that she was letting this happen. More importantly, she wasn't stopping it. He did not stop until she cried out and he felt himself come in long, trembling runs. Her body quivered in cacophonous convulsions, great guttural exaltation. She was filled with a flooding sensation as Aaron pulled her head to his and sucked the taste from her tongue. His chest heaved and they tore apart for air. "Ximena, I'm sorry..." Her eyes were closed... They lay exhausted, side by side, gasping and panting to catch their breath. Aaron thought of a hundred reasons why she didn't respond to his words.

Aaron turned to look at Ximena and smiled, running his warm hand down her body. In the room that was twilight and shadowy, Aaron leant close enough for her to breathe in his scent. He pecked her on the lips and said, "You can't take it anymore... can you?" Ximena lazily fluttered her eyes open and saw him watching her with his deeps eyes. She raised one of her eyebrows and with a taunting smile, she said, "Your Highness! What can I say?

Your resilience and combat prowess have indeed have doubled satisfactorily with the help of performance-enhancing medicines!"

All in a moment, Aaron's face darkened with a mirthless glare as though there had been no jocularity to begin with. In response to her blunt condescension, he said, "You mean... I couldn't satisfy you before?"

There was nothing in the world a man hated more than being insulted for his sexual prowess, or lack thereof!

Ximena could tell how angry he was, so instead of adding fuel to the fire, she smiled at him innocently, "Hey! I didn't say that... Your words, not mine."

To him, she was more beautiful than the winter sun above pristine snow; warmer than spring sunshine on soft new grass; more mesmerizing than the fall leaves. He found himself gravitating towards this extraordinarily tantalizing enchantress that caught his attention. Aaron raised his eyebrows and said, "You are starting to seduce me! Don't blame me for what I will do later!"

"But I'm so tired," Ximena muttered, her muscles tense from the exertion and body still exhausted.

Looking at her heavy eyelids, the rhythmic noise of her slow breathing and no matter how much he wanted to her, he couldn't bring himself to take the peace away from her. In a smooth motion, he picked her up in his arms, and carried her the short distance to the bathroom.

Laying her down in the bathtub, Aaron found that she could barely keep her eyes open and her muffled, incoherent fragments of distorted protests weren't worth deciphering. She fell into deep sleep before he could even run a bath for her.

Aaron turned the dial, old and metallic, releasing thousands of lukewarm drops, trickling over their bodies. With a soapy cloth he washed her, affectionately looking at her with a sense of satisfaction on his face. She was so beautiful as she slept, and her steady breaths were more than enough to make him fall in love with her all over again.

After gently drying Ximena's wet hair with the hair dryer, he scooped her up and took her to bed before falling asleep right next to her. "Ximena, I know it's not going to be easy, but I will try my best to make you feel like I am your family too," Aaron muttered under his breath as he slowly drifted into sleep.

The next day, the freezing fog wrapped around the morning like a blanket. The everyday familiar sights of the street lay mysterious, hiding, looming out at her in their whitened haze at the last minute like images from some half-forgotten dream. The sounds of birdsong and motors that should have been filling the air around them all seemed to have disappeared. To make things even more unbearable for Aaron and Ximena, a very unseasonal drizzle came, turning the morning into a cold one. Each drop of rain, for the two, was too heavy. The smells, sounds, and colors of rainy days evoked memories from the past they did not want to remember!

"Ding"

The intercom buzzed in the office, and Aaron answered it. His secretary's clear voice came through the receiver, "Mr. Leng, the Island Political Commissar is on the phone!"

"Put him through..." Aaron slowly leant back against his chair as he spoke. After a transfer prompt came from the phone, he slowly said, "Commissar, I believe this to be one of your busy hours. What could be so important that you had to sacrifice your own precious time to call me?"

The Island Commissar, heaving a deep sigh, with a single hand in his trousers pocket and looking out at the dark weather, hesitantly said, "About what happened last night..." He paused for a while, his embarrassment apparent through his silence. "My niece went too far and I'm apologizing on her behalf!"

Aaron's eyes grew sharp. Last night he had dinner with the Island Commissar's family members since the Island Commissar's family was a political force that could not be ignored in QY Island. Although he did not need to take them seriously, neither before nor now, there were some things he had to do like fraternizing with other forces to strengthen his own hold. Besides, he was just paying back the favour because the parents of the Island Commissar's wife took care of him in the old days.

"Commissar, for your sake, I will obviously let this matter slide," Aaron spoke slowly in a neither friendly nor angry tone. "However, I sincerely hope that this will be the first and last time something like that happens to me...if she and her father still want to live in QY Island."

"Sure. I promise that..." The Island Commissar assured without hesitation, while his eyebrows slowly relaxed. He took a deep breath, feeling a little relieved. He was just glad that they were able to resolve the thing that had kept him up all night.

The Commissar knew that Aaron was a man of principle who would return the smallest favors. But... it didn't mean that anyone who helped him could cross him and get away with it. Aaron was drugged with a love-philter at his home by his niece last night. Aaron's abrupt departure from the dinner left the Commissar puzzled. It wasn't until later that the worried look on his niece's face drew the attention of her father and mother. Under their pressure and incessant inquiry, she finally confessed to recklessly drugging Aaron with a love-philter. The Commissar's family lost sleep over the matter, fearing Aaron's wrath. After a special meeting on the morning, it wasn't until now that he managed to replace some time to call Aaron and ask for forgiveness. He felt greatly relieved, as if a huge burden had been lifted, and replaced by a thrilled, yet contented feeling.

"Please bring Miss Mo to our home for dinner when you're free," the Island Commissar said politely. "My wife enjoyed her company and they seemed to have gotten along quite well with each other."

Aaron's positive reply assured both sides that peace was achieved.

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After a few more minutes, they agreed to hang up and carry on with their day. Ximena stopped her car in front of a two-story house. Looking out the car window, she found flowers and plants in a small garden in front of the house, with a wooden table and a bench safely shaded by a solar umbrella. Any passer-by who would see the garden would have the impression that the owner of the house was a person who took his leisure time very seriously. 000000