"Alex!" she cried, her voice filled with worry. She grabbed my arm and pulled me up off Fabian, forcing me to stand. Without hesitation, she cupped my face with both hands, her thumbs gently brushing over my split lower lip, which was still bleeding. "What happened? You’re bleeding..."

Before I could answer.

"Fabian!" an older man shouted as he rushed over. "What happened, son?" he asked, dropping to his knees to check on him. A woman in an elegant dress hurried behind him, her face filled with shock at the sight of Fabian lying there.

They were probably his parents.

"Who did this to my son?" he spoke up, looking furious, and glared at me as Aria and I stood close to Fabian.

The woman, Fabian’s mother, stood frozen for a moment, one hand over her mouth, her eyes wide with disbelief as she took in the scene.

Aria stepped forward immediately, positioning herself slightly in front of me.

"I’m sure your son started everything," Aria said, stepping in to defend me. "Let’s go, Alex."

Fabian’s father stood up, his face red with anger as he turned to the bodyguards. "Why didn’t you do anything?" he demanded, his voice sharp. "You’re supposed to protect him!"

The bodyguards remained silent, shifting uncomfortably. They couldn’t say anything — they had been following Fabian’s own orders not to intervene.

Aria grabbed my hand firmly and started pulling me away from the scene, leading me back toward the main hall. We walked past the growing crowd of guests who had come outside to see what the commotion was about.

Many of them whispered among themselves, their eyes following us with a mix of shock, curiosity, and judgment. Some older guests looked disapproving, while a few younger ones seemed almost impressed by the drama.

Aria led me through the main hall and up a grand staircase to the upper floor of the mansion, where a long corridor lined with elegant rooms stretched out before us.

Soon we reached a door at the end of the hallway. Aria opened it and gently led me inside.

"Sit, Alex," she said softly, guiding me to sit on the edge of a large, luxurious bed. It was clearly her room.

The air smelled faintly of her signature perfume, elegant and intoxicating. The lighting was warm and intimate, coming from a bedside lamp and a few soft wall lights, casting a cozy glow over the space.

The bedding was plush and expensive, with personal touches like a few framed photos, a small bookshelf, and fresh flowers on the vanity.

She immediately started rummaging through the drawers of her vanity table, searching for something with focused determination.

"What are you doing?" I asked, reaching out and pulling her back toward me.

She looked incredibly hot tonight in her pink dress, the fabric hugged her figure perfectly, accentuating her elegant curves, while the thin straps highlighted her shoulders and collarbone.

I pulled her onto my lap, my hands settling on her waist as I held her close. Even after all the drama downstairs, her presence alone was enough to arouse me again.

"I’m finding the first aid kit, silly. You’re bleeding," she replied, her fingers gently touching my split lower lip. The contact stung a little, and I winced.

"Ahhh," I acted like it hurt more than it did, just to see her reaction.

"Sorry," she whispered, her eyes getting a little teary as she looked at me with genuine concern.

She looked so caring and beautiful in that moment, her long black hair slightly tousled, her pink dress slightly disheveled from the earlier commotion, and her cheeks still flushed.

"Hey, it doesn’t hurt that much," I said softly, my hands sliding down to feel her curves, squeezing her waist and hips as she sat on my lap. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

The warmth of her body, the softness of her thighs pressing against mine, and the way the dress rode up slightly made it hard to focus on anything else.

"I think my mom has a first aid kit in her room. I’ll be back," Aria said, standing up from my lap with clear determination.

She was so focused on taking care of me that even when I tried to hold her back for a moment, she gently slipped out of my grasp.

She closed the door behind her with a soft click, leaving me alone in her room.

I stood up from the bed and slowly looked around, taking in the space. Aria’s room was beautiful, elegant yet personal, with a feminine touch that perfectly suited her. The walls were a soft cream color, adorned with tasteful artwork and a few framed photographs.

A large canopy bed with luxurious white linens dominated the center, and a vanity table sat against one wall, covered with neatly arranged cosmetics and jewelry. Tall windows overlooked the illuminated gardens, and a small seating area with a plush armchair and bookshelf gave the room a cozy feel.

The faint scent of her perfume still lingered in the air, mixing with the fresh smell of flowers from a vase on the nightstand.

I walked around slowly, admiring the details. I picked up one of the photo frames on her dresser, a picture of a younger Aria smiling brightly with her family.

Suddenly, the lights went out with a sharp electrical pop somewhere in the distance. The entire mansion plunged into darkness.

Downstairs, I heard gasps and surprised murmurs from the guests. The soft classical music that had been playing stopped abruptly, leaving only the low hum of confused voices and shuffling feet. People were whispering urgently, trying to figure out what had happened.

The room was now almost completely dark. I could barely make out the shapes of the furniture around me, the faint moonlight from the windows providing the only illumination.

Then the door to her room opened slowly, and I could make out a feminine figure stepping inside.

I was glad Aria came back, as I really wanted to hold her in my arms. I was getting turned on just by being in her room.

Without saying a word, I moved toward her quickly, turned her around in the darkness, and pulled her tightly into my arms.

Her curvy body pressed flush against mine as I wrapped one arm around her waist and the other slid up to cup her breasts from behind, squeezing them firmly through her dress she.

They felt full and soft in my hands, and I could feel her nipples hardening under my touch.

"Baby, don’t you leave me in the dark like that," I whispered teasingly against her ear, my voice low and rough. "You know I was scared."

"Ahhh..." she moaned softly, the sound low and throaty in the darkness. Her voice sounded incredibly hot like this, breathy, surprised, and laced with sudden arousal.

I slid my hands down to feel her thighs, gripping the soft, thick flesh as I pulled her ass back against my hardening cock. She arched into me instinctively, her body responding even before her mind could catch up.

"Feel how hard I am, baby," I said, placing her hand over my bulge.

"Ahh... please no," she said.