Chapter 1 Unemployment Sucks

• **Aria**
• Ace shoved both hands into his pockets, exasperated. “So you were planning on going home with Carter?”
• I smirked. “Yeah. He’s a nice catch. Did you see how hard he was because of me? Imagine riding that dick all night long—”
• “Shut up!” He cut me off, jaw ticking. “Listen. You can go home with any man in there. I don’t care. But not Carter.”
• I pouted. “Why? I like him.”
• “I don’t want you hovering around my friend. Girls like you ruin friendships.” His tone was sharp. “Now fuck off.”
• He turned on his heel, probably thinking that was the end of the conversation.
• He thought wrong.
• I immediately followed, my heels clicking against the pavement.
• Ace stopped short, whirling around with a glare so lethal it could’ve set me on fire.
• “Are you dumb? What part of fuck off don’t you understand? Find your own way home.”
• I cocked my hip, planting my hands on my waist. “And how exactly do you suggest I do that?”
• He exhaled, irritated. “Just do what you do best. Find a man with a nice car, take off your top like you did in my office, and I’m sure he’ll be more than happy to give you a ride.”
• I grinned. “Okay.”
• Then I whipped off my top, exposing my lace bra, my breasts spilling out like a goddamn gift.
• Ace froze.
• His entire face went into system failure. I wish I had no bra on, so he could see how erect my nipples were.
• “Jesus Christ!” He yelped, spinning around so fast you’d think I’d just flashed him a bomb.
• “What the fuck is wrong with you?!”
• I feigned innocence. “What? I’m just doing exactly what you suggested.” I cocked a brow. “You do have a nice car, don’t you?”
• He groaned, hands still covering his face. “You’re insane. I'm not going anywhere with you!"
• I sighed dramatically. “Well, I guess I should just go back inside. I'm sure Carter wouldn't mind taking me home, especially when he sees me topless—”
• “NO!” Ace barked. His voice cracked a little, and I lived for it.
• He exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down his face. Then, through clenched teeth: “Just… put your fucking top back on. I’ll take you home.”
• This is me, putting in more effort than a contestant on a reality dating show, and this man? Completely unfazed.
• Stubborn? Oh, absolutely.
• But do I look like someone who backs down? Not a chance.
• I will have his attention if I have to skywrite my name in the clouds. But let’s hit rewind to how I met this insanely attractive devil wrapped in bad decisions.
• .........
• A Few weeks ago.
• What do you do when you get fired for being spectacularly incompetent?
• Me? I grab a bottle of liquor, find a willing partner, and remind myself that while I may suck at my job, I definitely don’t suck in bed.
• Don’t give me that look—I'm just trying to assure myself that I'm still good at something.
• If I had to describe myself in one word? Wild. Unapologetically, irresistibly wild.
• I’m Aria Jones—the most sex-crazed, thrill-seeking, adventure-loving sinner you’ll ever meet.
• I have this uncontrollable thirst for wild adventurous sex. And trust me, I have zero plans of changing.
• Honestly, I wasn't this way before. It all started when I lost my virginity at thirteen in my uncle's house. My hot uncle gave me my first orgasm while his wife was asleep.
• And ever since then, I've developed this crazy obsession with sexual activity, especially forbidden sex. And right now, I really need to get laid because I lost my job...again.
• "You are fired!"
• The three words I fear most. The same ones I’ve been desperately trying to avoid in all my previous jobs. And yet, here we are—again.
• Honestly, I don’t know what my boss was so mad about. Sure, I misplaced a few important documents, but have you seen how much paperwork these office jobs come with? It’s like they want you to fail.
• This is so frustrating. I mean, after I've fucked my way into that company, he had the guts to fire me just because I misplaced some important documents.
• Ridiculous.
• Look, I know I’m not exactly cut out for office work—too many rules, too much responsibility, and way too many papers to lose. But the paycheck? Chef’s kiss.
• And if I’m being honest, I really just wanted to prove to my parents—and my infuriatingly perfect older brother—that I’m not completely useless.
• But let’s be real… Finding a new job is not going to be easy. Not when you’re a college dropout.
• That's right, I dropped out of college in my second year when I was caught having sex with my professor in his office.
• I was suspended by the school management. But, I dropped out entirely because of my really bad grades.
• My parents tried to help me succeed in school. Their mistake? Hiring male tutors.
• I mean, come on—did they really think I was going to focus on algebra when my tutor looked like he walked straight out of a Calvin Klein ad? Of course, I ended up sleeping with all of them.
• I’m Aria Jones—of course they'll fall for my seduction game. It was very easy. And let’s be real, no man has ever said no to me before.
• School was a struggle. Not just because of the studying, but because I had needs—clubbing, drinking, and, well… extracurricular activities.
• Turns out, a wild party lifestyle doesn’t mix well with academics. So, I did the only logical thing—I dropped out.
• Without a degree, landing a job was tough, but I had a strategy: seduce my way into a good position.
• The problem? Seduction can get you in the door, but it doesn’t exactly help you keep the job.
• I rarely last a month before my boss realizes that I’m completely useless at, you know… working.
• Good thing my roommates always have a backup job interview lined up for me. Yeah, it’s that bad.
• I was about to pour myself another glass of vodka when the doorbell rang. Finally—company. I could use a little distraction right now.
• I swung the door open, expecting my roommates, but instead, I was greeted by Noah.
• Oh. Interesting.
• Dressed in fitted blue jeans and a black shirt with just enough buttons undone to tease a glimpse of his toned chest, he looked… unexpectedly hot.
• The usual nerdy-boy vibe was still there—signature glasses and all—but tonight? He was giving sexy professor who just might ruin me in the best way possible.
• And lucky for him, I was in desperate need of some hands-on extracurricular activities.
• "Hey, Noah," I purred, flashing my award-winning flirty smile.
• "Uhh, h-hi Aria," he stammered, voice cracking just a little.
• Adorable.
• I smirked as his gaze flickered—fighting, struggling, losing—to keep from staring at the only thing I was wearing: an oversized white T-shirt… and nothing else.
• Poor thing. He had no idea what he just walked into.
• The way Noah looked at me—wide-eyed, nervous, and adorably flustered—was beyond cute.
• I knew he had a massive crush on me, but the real question was… was he bold enough to do something about it?
• God, I hope so.
• "Come in," I said smoothly, stepping aside. "So, what brings you here?"
• He ran a hand through his blonde hair—classic nervous habit.
• "Um… is my sister around? She kinda has my credit card, and I need it."
• I pouted playfully. "Oh no, she’s out grocery shopping with Skylar." Then, flashing him a slow, knowing smile, I added, "But why don’t you stay? She won’t be long."
• "Uh, yeah… sure. Thanks." He sank onto the couch, stiff and awkward. Cute.
• I tilted my head. "Want something? I know alcohol isn’t your thing, but I’ve got ice cream."
• His lips twitched into a small smile. Progress.
• "Yeah, sure."
• I turned toward the kitchen, casually swaying my hips—just enough to give him something to think about. And sure enough, I felt it. That burning gaze on my ass.
• I spun around fast. Busted.
• Noah’s eyes darted away, his face heating up. Too late, sweetheart—I saw that.
• Smirking, I returned a few minutes later, handing him a bowl of vanilla ice cream before sliding onto the couch—very close to him.
• Close enough that the oversized T-shirt I was wearing rode up just enough to keep things… interesting.
• I watched him closely as he scooped up a spoonful of ice cream, his tongue flicking out to lick it off the spoon. His movements were nervous, hesitant.
• "Are you shy? Relax, I don’t bite," I giggled, tilting my head as I watched him struggle—physically struggle—to keep his eyes from trailing down to my exposed thighs.
• Poor thing. He looked like he was barely holding it together.
• His hands trembled slightly, and his breathing turned uneven. Oh, shit. Is he about to pass out?
• "You okay?" I asked, my voice softer now as I let my hand trail slowly up his middle thigh.
• Big mistake.
• Noah choked—violently—on his ice cream, coughing so hard I half-wondered if I’d have to perform the Heimlich maneuver.
• "I—I’m fine," he croaked, his entire existence now dedicated to avoiding my gaze.
• I bit back a smirk.
• "Is the ice cream that bad?" I teased, dipping my middle finger into his bowl and slowly sucking it clean.
• I moaned softly as the sweet vanilla melted on my tongue, my eyes locking onto his just in time to catch the flicker of heat there.
• Well, well…
• He swallowed thickly, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he cleared his throat, still refusing to look directly at me.
• "Uh… you have some ice cream," I murmured, pointing to the corner of his lips.
• His brows furrowed. "Wha—?"
• "Here, let me help."
• Before he could react, I leaned in, my lips brushing his skin as I slowly licked the ice cream off the corner of his mouth, letting my tongue linger just a second too long.
• When I pulled back, his expression was pure shock—eyes wide, lips slightly parted, body completely frozen.
• I smiled lazily, licking my lower lip as I whispered, "Mmm… you taste delicious, Noah."