Chapter 10-1 Only Do This for My Mate Selene's POV: Aaron's moist tongue slid across my lips, slipping into my mouth, and a wave of masculine minty scent filled my lungs. One hand cupped my face, while the other rested on the back of my head, holding me firmly in place. I was utterly stunned, tingling from head to toe. I had never felt anything like this before. My eyes fluttered shut involuntarily, surrendering to the overwhelming sensory pleasure. His tongue explored my mouth, teasing mine into a delicate dance, sending shivers down to my curled toes. The hand resting on my cheek began to roam, tracing the contours of my body. Every inch of skin it touched sparked with fire under his gentle, insistent caress. Dizziness washed over me, an aching desire to take more from him filling my mind. Then, as he roughly cupped my breasts through the thin fabric of my top, pinching my nipples, my consciousness snapped back. A small, startled squeak escaped my lips. I yanked back and raised my head to look at him. "Sorry," he said, brushing the nape of my neck, noticing the silent reproach in my eyes. A childlike grin spread across his face. "I just wanted to comfort you." He was impossibly tall, his frame powerful and commanding. I couldn't help but sneak a glance at the biceps flexing beneath his sleeve when he lifted his arm. Those muscles weren't built in a mere gym- they were forged through years of discipline. His chest alone was perfection. I bit my lip, fighting the urge to reach out and touch them. "Do you... often comfort girls like this? With such... heated kisses?" The words slipped out before I could stop them. A flicker of jealousy surged within me, unexpected and unwelcome. Aaron raised an eyebrow. "No. I only do this for my mate." He smiled mischievously at me. I averted my gaze, my heart thudding like a wild drum. Still, I felt compelled to clarify my boundaries. Better to speak than to swallow my thoughts. "I... thank you again for saving me. I truly appreciate your help, Mr. Scott..." He frowned in disagreement. "Call me Aaron." "But you said only your mate could call you that..." "You are my mate, my angel," he murmured, his deep, husky voice melting me. His gaze was so intense, so enthralling, that for a moment, I almost believed him. "We're... fake mates," I forced myself to focus, thinking clearly. "That doesn't matter to me," he said with a playful smile. 15.13 27.03% my Do TS TU WYVILLE I exhaled slowly. "Alright," I said, taking a deep breath. "I'm grateful for your help, Aaron. But what you just did-can't happen again. I'm not looking for any kind of relationship right now-not a boyfriend, not a casual partner, not even a fling. When we meet our true mate, I want to reserve that special connection for him. I'm waiting for him." I spoke my heart in one breath, watching his reaction carefully. His green eyes sparkled with pure delight. Enormous delight. Now it was my turn to frown. If he truly had feelings for me, he wouldn't appear so elated. No man behaves as if he's on top of the world after being rejected by the one he likes. Had I completely misread the signals? Quite possibly. My current predicament proved I was no expert in reading intentions. Perhaps it really was just a comforting kiss, not a flirtatious one. Still, knowing he didn't feel that way was a relief. Yet... why did I feel a twinge of disappointment? I'd convinced myself it was love at first sight. Sigh. "I admire and respect your principles, Vanessa. I must say, your mate is a lucky man," he said, grinning brightly, genuinely pleased. See? I'd overanalyzed his actions. Though I didn't like being called Vanessa, that was my own doing. Everything would soon settle. "You here to retrieve your jacket?" I tried to clear my thoughts and walked toward the luxurious suit jacket that probably cost more than my entire wardrobe. "Uh... yes." "And what about the five-hundred-thousand-dollar check? That's a huge sum!" The thought struck me as I handed him the jacket, anxiety bubbling up again. "Don't worry. It was fake." Ah... that made sense now. He was a wanderer, a taxi driver. His daily life clearly didn't require a checkbook. Then why carry a fake one? I had countless questions, but Aaron distracted me effortlessly. "Guess you haven't eaten yet. I bought some things-I'll make brunch!" he said. Before I could stop him, he moved toward the luxury car outside-a Maybach today-and opened the trunk, revealing two large bags. My debt to him had grown in less than twenty-four hours, though my growling stomach urged me to accept it. "I'll cook," I said cheerfully as we crossed the room toward the kitchen. Thankfully, Mrs. Easton had restored the electricity. I unpacked the ingredients, handing items to Aaron for the fridge, and we discussed what to prepare. He had bought a lot-broccoli, bread, steaks... even condoms. 1513 Chapter 10-1 Only Do This for My Mate Get 5 2 Menu When I lifted a box of Durex-strawberry flavor, extra-large-from the bottom of the bag, my hand froze mid-air. The silence was deafening. After a few stunned seconds, Aaron hurriedly snatched it, shoving it into his pocket. "Sorry, wrong place." I averted my eyes, embarrassed. "I'll prep the ingredients. You go rest, okay, Vanessa?" he asked, grabbing a handful of spinach from the fridge, his eyes awaiting my response. Nervous, like a small dog worried its master might leave-a stark contrast to his usual calm, sharp demeanor. "I'll help!" I said, trying to lighten the mood. No matter what, I couldn't impose my rules on him. He was an adult. With that killer face and athlete's body, he probably had plenty of flings, so precautions made sense. As long as he didn't think of me th at way-that was the boundary. Yet within ten minutes, he violated the limit I thought we had-while I rinsed potatoes at the sink, he reached behind me for a plate from the cabinet. I felt his erection pressing sharply against my back. "For the love of the Moon Goddess, can you at least keep it in check?" I shouted, elbowing him away. I turned to look. The bulge in his pants was undeniable. I swallowed, rolling my eyes at my own dirty t houghts. If Keanu hadn't appeared outside the front window, I would have kicked this lecherous man out. But Keanu was closing his car door, walking toward the house. Perfect timing-just terrible. Leave a comment 27.03%