The Traps of Black Swan

Other than her parents and the teenager, Aarvi doubted if she had told anybody about the piano. Since Aaron learned it for her, she was able to conclude.

She tilted her head to face him straight and said even softly that it was more like a whisper, feathers on his ear.

"You are the teenager of my dreams." She didn't ask, but her voice carried the certainty and hidden delight.

Aaron looked at her eyes which had returned to the same confidence shining brightly, and her lips had curled to a captivating smile.

'The teenager of my dreams.' Unexpectedly it carried a lot of weight instead of hearing it as 'her past' or 'forgotten teenager.'

Aaron didn't lie or hide this time. He tilted his head to the angle of her head and bumped their foreheads. "I am."

Aarvi wanted to show she was coolheaded hearing it, but she couldn't. She couldn't hold herself and leaped to hug him tight.

If Aaron hadn't balanced the stool he was sitting on; they would have landed on the floor. Yet, there was no anger in him. He was pleased to know she was happy to deduce and hear him accept it.

Still, Aaron gently reminded her, "Please don't force yourself to remember everything."

Aarvi giggled, remembering something else, "Aaron Rivas, I had stolen your first kiss. You didn't steal mine."

Aaron: "..."

She made it sound so bold that Aaron seemed like a submissive in them. So the man didn't back down but refreshed her memory completely, "Ms. Evans, it was an accident, and you started crying after it."

Aarvi knew that, and she chuckled without unwrapping her arms from his neck as she told him all the dreams she got till now about their teenage years.

Aarvi purposefully didn't ask him anything more, neither tried to remember the past nor searched for the reason behind her lost memories. She didn't want to worry him.

After wrapping their little talk, Aarvi left him to play piano for her as he didn't want to teach her late at night.

Aaron had picked the delightful relaxing music, 'I Giorni' by Ludovico Einaudi.

It was the loveliest tone that cut through the piercing silence and slowly unwound their all the stress of the day.

Before Aaron could play half the music, Aarvi was peacefully sleeping, leaning on his chest with a tender smile.

Aaron didn't stop playing. With gentle movements, he completed the piece of music before everything returned to silence.

Carrying her upstairs to the bedroom, he cuddled her to the dreamland, happy that she didn't sleep with complex thoughts.

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At another side of the Skyarc,

It took twenty minutes with Shawn's high speed to reach the basement parking of the Skyarc apartments.

Shea, who had seen the passing by buildings while on the bike, failed to identify they were at Skyarc as she was very new to those areas. She got off the bike and exclaimed, "That was a thrilling ride." It was her first bike ride.

She was about to ask where they were; Shawn yanked her inside the lobby of the elevators. There were four elevators, and the hall was brightly lit, unlike how the club or outside the club had the dim lights.

Her jaws dropped after looking at the man clearly. Under the dim lights of the club, his features had appeared too soft, but now, she forgot to breathe looking at the swoon-worthy face.

The handsome word was such an oversimplification, and she understood why he got the name of Prince. He was too flawless, and his features weren't too sharp to give a rugged or cold look but smooth and attractive.

She was glad she didn't miss him by running away but felt something amiss.

'Why do his features look familiar?' His brown amber eyes, his chiseled jawline, and those delicious smirking lips.

She felt like she had seen it but couldn't put the finger on it. Before she could think deep into it, she noticed Shawn pressing the button for the elevator and her back pressed against the wall.

'Have we met before?' She wanted to ask, but his lips slammed her lips before he preyed her lips open and thrust his tongue inside.

Shea let out a moan when he skillfully assaulted her lips and tongue, making her crave more of him.

She slid her arm above his shoulder; she gripped his nape and tried to match his fierce kiss.

His kiss was worth forgetting all her first and the rest of kisses, so she fearlessly let loose her guards and savored his dominating kiss.

Shawn wrapped his arm around her waist, lifting her off the floor. He took her in the elevator, nibbling her lips as he pressed his thumb on the scanner which would take him to the penthouse floor.

The penthouses weren't accessible to anybody without their fingerprint or permission. Hence even if Shawn takes anybody to his penthouse, nobody can find their floor number button in the elevator even if they want to meet him again.

Shawn forgot his Little Heart shifted to the penthouse next to his with his elder brother. He moved his hand from her back to her legs before carrying her up.

Harshly kissing his lips, Shea followed his hand guide and wrapped her legs around his waist. She bit back her moan when he sucked her soft mold at the deep cleavage of her dress.

Lost in the desire, pleasure pooling in her lower abdomen, she didn't open her eyes to check where they were when he walked out of the elevator.

All they cared about was fulfilling the needs of their bodies.

The soft lights lit automatically in the penthouse when they entered inside. Shawn didn't bother about turning on the bright light.

The interior of the penthouse was totally different from the other one. Unlike too modern for the vast living hall, the penthouse was designed in such a way that it looked warm and cozy in warm and dark colors.

But the structure of the whole penthouse was an exact mirror replica of the other penthouse on the same block.

Shea was too occupied with the man, kissing while following him to the living hall, so she didn't bother checking out the place other than knowing it was a clean and tidy place.

She didn't even realize that it was the same penthouse she wanted to steal from Aaron's brother and the same place where she had rested all afternoon till the late evening.

She tossed the blazer to the floor, watching the man doing the same while thinking about stripping him naked.

She always had one-night stands purely for relieving her stress and for the pleasure of her body.

Unknowingly she had different kinds of desires without even knowing who the person was.

Leaving the sling bag to the floor, she chose to unzip her dress without taking a chance for the man to tear it off. She still has to leave after the deed.

Before she could undress completely, Shawn, who tossed his knitted pullover, wrapped his arm around her waist and twirled around before pushing her against the armless couch at the corner.

Their lips locked for another intense kiss while his hand slid between her legs and parted them.

Shea was busy exploring his slender but firm and muscular chest, his perfectly sculpted abs. She let out an erotic moan when his fingers brushed her wet clits.

Shea suddenly remembered something and pushed him up from her before it's too late, "Stop...." She almost shrieked.