CHAPTER 6: Home

Aiden
P.O.V

When I saw her the day she had her interview, I couldn't resist her. There wasn't anything on my mind at the time but her. Aria. She's smart, angelic, and damn she was fucking sexy.
She had a pull on me that no one else has ever had before. I felt like I needed to make her mine, make my claim on her, and to make her belong to only me. Then I saw her at the club and I knew it had to be fate. Why else would I be meeting her twice in the same day?
She applied to work as an accountant, but I assigned her the position of being my assistant. Of course that wasn't what she applied for but what the hell, right? I really could care less about what the hell she wanted.
It only mattered what I wanted, and I wanted her writhing underneath me, a moaning and shaking mess. Who else would she be better off with? Hell, once I laid my eyes on her, she instantly became mine no matter what she or any one else wanted.
I am a very possesive person and I don't joke around with my belongings.
I was never this person before, I was always on top of my game. So why didn't I have my shit together with her? What made her so damn different from any other woman I've bed? She was just too beautiful and she was too in over her head with me.
I am Aiden fucking Williams. The owner and founder of LLC Industries and I made sure that everything was to my liking and if it wasn't? I would have who ever didn't make it right, fired. That was the end of discussion. There was nothing that I couldn't have, no one I couldn't have. I always got what I wanted, and I wanted her.
Aria Hayden is meant to be mine and mine only. This woman was to become mine with every ounce of her being whether she knows it or not.
Aria was to precious to let go, too valuable, to fragile to anyone else but me. I could give her anything she wished for, desired even. I wouldn't care if she'd let me, I would give myself to her however many times she wanted, and I'd take her wherever and however many times I desired.
To say that it was love for her was an under statement, I wanted to fuck her and break her. I wanted to take everything away from her and I wanted to build her back up again, my way and only my way.
But what if she turned me down? What if she didn't want me the way I wanted her? What if she decided in the future that she didn't want me anymore? But, what if she let me fulfill her desires as I planned on doing? What if she let me break her, willingly or not?
There were so many questions going through my head that I couldn't think about anything else.
I forgot that I was standing in my living room staring down a glass of scotch, when I realized that it was already 8:30 p.m. What had she done to me? I wanted to lead her to figure out if she wanted this or not and I knew just the way.
This journey that I was about to take her down, was not going to be an easy one. She would have to be completely willing, open, and vulnerable to me, in order for this to work.
This was not meant for every one and if she couldn't handle it, I would need to know as soon as possible so I wouldn't waste my time. I don't want to spend it on someone that wasn't even going to try or go through with the process. Who knows, maybe she isn't the right one to handle it or just maybe she was too fucking scared to be owned.
It is not a play ground and if she said no, I would be extremely pissed, but I would respect her decision from all of it. There is going to be hurt feelings, broken hearts, and she would not get all or everything she asked for in this relationship with me. This would not be a fucking high school crush type relationship. She will be broken but as long as she can handle it she should be fine.
I would get her to sign a contract stating what she could and couldn't do, because if she did want this, her whole entire being would belong to me and I could do whatever I could possibly do to her to break her. Of course, she would have to show me that she wanted this.
I dreaded tomorrow because of that stupid cunts' father wanting to have a meeting and 'clarify' his daughters existence of why she was the one for me and why I should choose her for marriage. Who the fuck said I wanted to get married to some unknown broad who poured out every inch of her fucking insides to a man she didn't even know? And why did every woman that I came into contact with only want one thing?
Why couldn't I find a lover and settle down like everyone else? Why? Cause that's not who I was, not who I was born to be, and definitely not who I wanted to portray to the world.
I have a reputation to uphold and I wasn't going to mess that up for anyoneespecially a useless cunt. If I did have an affair it wouldn't be public. I was too conscious about dumb past shit that happened to others. It would not happen to me, unless I chose for it to.
I was still thinking out loud when my cell phone rung. Dreading who the caller might be, but just hoping, maybe just a sliver of hope that I would be wrong, I looked down at the phone. Why the fuck me? I didn't want to be bothered right now, but deciding to answer it, might end the call right away, or so I thought.
"Yeah?" I said with an irritated voice.
"Oh wow, no hey baby or anything huh? No how are you doing, not even a hello?"
I have no time for her bull shit nor for her annoying voice to be gracing my ear drums. Don't get me wrong, she isn't by far unattractive but to me, she was extremely annoying and I only gave a fuck when we were fucking.....
"Ugh, what do you want. I'm busy." I said as I slammed the glass down on the table, refilling it with alcohol.
"Oh, I just wanted to call my boyfriend and check up on him of course. And I'm pretty sure you're busy yeah? Sitting in your Chester drinking that famous scotch you couldn't refuse to have to drown your thoughts. Am I right?"
She was the only one who knew me entirely. The one who knew my daily routines and how many times my reactions changed during the day. When we were together, she wasn't all that faithful, and I dealt with so much shit from this woman, but she was right.
"As Always..Whatever. Is that the only reason you called?" I was almost ready to throw the damn phone against the wall.
"I called to remind you about our date next Saturday! I want to have fun and forget about work for a while? No distractions and no phones."
"That's not going to happen Brittney. I am a very busy man as you can see, and not having the one thing that connects me to the outside world, other than yourself, is not good for, hmm how do I put it...business."
Well, get over it. You're good with things like that right? Anyways, I'll be going out of town for this meeting so I'll be out for a week. See you when I get back?"
"Yeah, of course," I said trying my best to not sound any more irritated than I was.
After that, she hung up. Brittney, she was a model and had been a professional model for years now. We had a certain public relationship but I didn't love her, not one bit. The type of relationship we had was for business purposes only. Never the less, she was extremely irritating to me, as I've said before. She was one of those woman that wanted my love but I didn't really want hers.
Not after meeting Aria, that is.
I quickly forgot about the useless and focused on my soon to be my submissive.