Anger Management (randomthingslover1 and boyo111)

Vincent looked over at Aria seeing the distaste on her face about Barbara. She was stacked, and the outfit made her alluring, she wouldn't be the first stewardess he'd been in bed with. There had been one, or two, about a year or so ago when on a long flight. Something about the uniform, or being in a cabin at 20,000 feet just sort of made one into a sexual wildcat. At least in his opinion. There was an aura of dislike coming from next to him, and after tasting the drink, she'd gotten the proportion of Vermouth to Whiskey just right.

"Thank you Barbara," he gave her a bright smile and looking at the small room, "I will remember that." A slight wink as she flirted with him, he raised the drink in toast and watched her go. Vincent knew they had a long flight, he wondered if he could get away later.

"What do you have to be jealous about?" Vincent looked over at her, the alcohol loosening him up a little. "She's got nothing on you," as he watched Barbara move down the aisle thought she had a set of great curves. The large breasts barely held in by her blouse looked even larger from the side, "big ones are nice, but more than a handful is a waste unless you want to use them. Most of the ones with them, don't."

Aria turned to face Vincent when he spoke to her.Girls like that stupid stewardess made men like him cocky, letting them believe everyone is after them.Her eyes narrowed at his words, as she rolled her eyes."Who said I was jealous?"She remarked, her body slightly turned to him."And I really dont care what she does with her breasts,so stop making these pathetic assumptions that every woman wants you"Finishing her defensive statement, she looked away again.

Meanwhile, Betty removed her seat belt before calling out to Peter She had been noticing the effect Aria stirred inside him, and she was starting to realise he might really like her.And Aria seemed like the perfect match for him.Sweet, fun and strong."You should check on Aria.Poor girl, must be all aalone"Betty suggested,knowing she might have to push both of them

"It's pretty easy to see," he remarked casually as he sipped his drink looking over at her. "Ones like that, they flirt for the tips or the attention," the alcohol was calming him and Vincent liked having her with him here. As if he'd won, as if she was here for him. "You don't need that, you already have it, whether you know it or not. Even I saw it that night, you draw attention like a magnet, a man can't help but notice you," talking with his hands realized he probably should have eaten a little. Still he could handle it.

The words were meant to be a compliment. Vincent found Aria sexy and desirable, unlike any woman he had seen for awhile. Not dating more than once made it hard to know when they had a connection, or something else was going on between them. He wanted her, otherwise why expend the effort to get her to sit next to him? No, he did want her. The problem was what to do with her. Getting close reminded him of Her, and he was not going through that crap again. That year was hell and it was best avoided.

"You're attractive, I'm attractive, why don't we just enjoy it?" He offered her the invitation, to what he was not sure yet.

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Peter nodded as he looked at the curtain between them and the front of the plane, it was closed now, though some people were going through it. Mostly to use the bathroom, but there was some traffic there that gave him the opportunity to go. Nodding to Betty he started walking up the aisle, smiling at her and nodded to their co-workers who were asking about their plans later. Chatting as he made his way up the aisle he waited as if for the bathroom. A stewardess walked through the curtain and he looked through in that moment, his eyes scanning the heads of the few chairs and he heard the voice as he saw the top of her head. The hair, and color was unmistakable. Equally unmistakable was the fact that Vincent was next to her, a drink in his hand explaining something to her in a voice he could not hear.

Peter went into the bathroom, composed himself slightly then walked back towards Betty, a brave face on. Sitting down she looked at him questioningly, "she's sitting with Vincent."

Aria turned to face him as he spoke.She was taken back how easily he spoke, getting her confused, second by second.Her face flushed hot as she bit her bottom lip. You draw men like a magnet. She had heard these words before and it made her heart sink.Vincent was comparing her to a whore like Cole did Calling her a natural slut.She felt too upset to respond, and tears drew her eyes.One bad memory lead to another and shee didn't want to break down crying infront of him.

There was a possibility he might have meant it as a compliment but something about it didn't seam right.She looked up at him unbelievably. He wasn't suggesting what she thought he was.She wanted to slap him but didn't. Why did everybody looked at her like she was a whore? She wasn't a whore yet every one always looked at her like she was one.How could he think that she wanted to have sex without any emotions, without any feelings.She wasn't the type who enjoyed constant meaning less sex yet with Vincent, that is where she landed all the time. "Shut up'She spoke., resting her head back as the lights began to dim.She held back tears, trying to go to fall asleep now, the ppreparations had wore her out.

Soon she fell asleep, her head falling over Vincent's shoulderr as her soft breathing fanned his jaw.He could shrug her off if he wanted to, or he could just enjoy feeling her so close to him, her soft hair rubbing the side of his neck as her body was inclined to him.

Smiling as she told him to shut up he finished the drink, knowing he had gotten to her. Just as she had to him, though she didn't seem to get what he was saying so he sat back and sighed as he let the lull of the plane roll over him. The lights dimmed and he listened to the voices around them growing softer, taken over by the soft hiss of the air and the dull thrum of the engines. One by one the people around fell asleep. Barbara walked by and winked at him, offering him a pillow and blanket as she made an effort to spend more time in his row, bending over or kneeling near him as if offering herself to him.

The more he drank the more he felt as if he wanted her, another notch in his belt she would be, another faceless blonde with big tits. Already fancying where he might take her in the plane and give her the fucking of her life. When the landed he'd never see or hear from her again. As he sucked on the ice and leaned back, draping part of the blanket over Aria so her body was mostly covered he felt the soft hairs tickle his cheek. Feeling her lean into him he almost smiled at it, that she was telling him to shut up a little while ago and in her sleep was cozying up to him.

Reaching a hand over pat her leg once, feeling the soft skin under his fingers. Unable to see if her eyes were open he could hear her breathing, deep and regular as her body was limp into him. He could tell she was asleep, deeply tired. His hand began to stroke her thigh, rubbing his hand up and down the top and inside of her leg. His fingers tracing little circles, over and over again as his hand rose slightly up her inner thigh each time. Waiting to see if she would notice and open her legs. Vincent heard the stewardesses in the front area, soft whispers that revealed nothing, and in the dark of the cabin no one could tell where his hand was and how it slowly inched up Aria's thigh reaching for that sweet pussy of hers that he just wanted to touch, one more time.

Aria's body pressed up sideways to Vincent's muscular arm, her head resting on his shoulder.She had a lot of work to do today-Finishing her work at office, going shopping with Betty, Packing.She was completely exhausted and it wasn't a mystery as to why she fell asleep. Whatever Vincent would do to her would remain concealed, being a deep sleeper as she was.Her body shifted a little, as his fingers caressed her skin.If VVincent wanted he could put Aria on the other side, loose her vanilla touch to spend some quality time witbh Barbara, ior he could just chose to enjoy feeling Aria's faint touches. It was his choice.

Nearly at Dawn, Aria's eyes opened up as she looked around trying to register where she was.The lights had opened and the air hostesses went about waking passengers as the plane was about to land. Aria rubbed her eyes before running a hand through her hair.She sat up, before looking down to realise that Vincent had his hand over her thigh.Blushing,she slowly removed it before touching his shoulders and shaking him ever so slightly. "Vincent, get up"She said softly, noticing how even more handsome he looked while sleeping.No wonder people got dazzled by him.

Slowly his hand creeped up her leg, enjoying the feel and the memory of her skin. The softness, the silky texture of her shaven thigh. The naughtiness of the two of them doing something so public again. Vincent felt an odd thrill run through him, just as he did when Aria was spread on his desk with his cock pistoning into her wet hole. It was that knowledge that to all intents and purposes they were doing something they were not supposed to do. The only thing between them and discovery was a blanket, or in the case of the office just an open door. He didn't care though, he wanted her, wanted to see her squirm under his touch. Watching her body for reaction, the breath deepening slightly, a soft moan escaped her lips.

"Vincent no," she said softly, half asleep. Her body pushing him away.

The thighs that had so willingly opened for him before slowly closed as her body adjusted in the seat, his hand that was so near the treasure between her thighs was caught between closed legs. Almost under the skirt he felt so close, as if the Holy Grail was just within a fingers width of being touched. Then denied.

Though he tried to move his hand a bit the legs were closed, the opportunity lost. At first he was mad, she leaned against him heavily as she breathed out one more time. His growing erection, whatever he was going to do with it after he made her cum had never crossed his mind. He sat there inhaling her sweet scent with a mixture of anger at her not letting him and being horny, that made him slightly cranky. If not for the stiff drink that was passing he might be more annoyed, instead he pulled a hand back and after adjusting himself, and thinking about the blonde went to sleep.

His dreams were a bit unsettled, and whoever they were about the images faded once his eyes opened, when the soft voice called him. Looking over at Aria he smiled first at seeing her in the morning, then collecting himself looked around the cabin to see the stewardesses moving about. Barbara still gave him a glance or two, a smile when their eyes looked, though right now he felt that connection with Aria, as if things were good and they would stay that way.

"Thanks," he stretched as he could in the chair looking outside the window, then a broad smile as he turned to her, "a man could get used to a wake up call from you."

Aria watched how his eyes squeeze in frustration of being walked up so early, but as she spoke again, her hands shaking his muscled arm, a groan of annoyance left his lips.The sight was certainly amazing to look at, she had never seen a man look more handsome while he slept. The way his face muscles relaxed along with his body muscles was alluring, and certainly any woman woud findgreat comfort in them.

She backed away as he stretched, making her sit back and look as few spots of sun could be seen.Her face turned deep red at his words, as she kept looking outside, unable to think of any smart ass remark.Stupid! Her mind scolded her as she heard the pilot announce that they had reached Miami and would soon land.The time here was 6 am, three hours ahead and the temperature was much warmer.

Aria put clicked her seat belt close, as she sat back, looking out Her hand tightly clutched his again as they landed. The plane came down slowly and the more it's height decreased the more tighter Aria clutched his hand.When finally it was over, Aria opened her eyes, sighing in relief. She removed her hand and undid her seat belt before waiting for Vincent to move out. Once he did, she too got out, and without looking at him started to head towards the exit, not really bothering what Vincent had to do.She still had not forgotten about the whore comnent Vincent had made.

Once outside the plane, Aria walked out alone, feeling a bit lost.She looked around for others before her eyes caught Betty's bright hair and she rushed to her "Hey"She spoke, as Betty shot her smile.She smiled at Peter too, before running a hand through her hair."Come on.We have got to reach the luggage counter"Betty said, as they hurried over there and waited for the luggage.Once both of them got it, Everybody headed out, to get into their cabs.

Vincent somehow enjoyed her holding his hand, the way she squeezed was almost cute. As if the fear in her was trying to crush his hand, it was never going to happen but a part of him was happy to be her rock for the time on the flight. Being able to sit next to her, enjoy her company and just to have a beauty like her next to him, it felt good. Felt right. Then as they undid their seat belts and he began to get his cases she stood up and without a look acted like a totally frigid bitch and walked off leaving him alone. For a moment he stared at her as she stood by the door and left as soon as the cabin door was opened.

Muttering under his breath took his case down and felt a hand brush against his, Barbara's voice was husky in his ear. "Need some help sir?" Her chest bumped into his, her soft, large breasts pressed futilely against his muscles. She felt soft, eager, and right then he was mad enough to take it.

"Thank you," he told her silkily.

"Anything else I can help you with," she unfolded the handle from the base and put it in his hand, a piece of paper slipped into his hand. "Anything at all?" She winked.

"Not at the moment," he nodded. His lips forming the words later, Barbara nodded and he left, going towards the gate and looking for Aria. Only later did he see her in the crowd with Peter and Betty. "Fucking bitch," he muttered to himself as he saw them all getting on the bus. "You are not going to have her Peter, she is mine." Barbara's number was tucked into his pocket, he'd call her later from the hotel for some fun, but later he was going to have her again. Aria would be his, not Peter's, by the time this trip was over.

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Peter followed Betty out, his team crowded around him along with some from Vincent's team. Vincent was gone by the time they made it to the cabin door and down to the gate. The air conditioning was turned up and he felt cold, chiding Betty that he could see her nipples. She blushed and hit him in mock anger as she pulled out a cardigan and placed it to cover herself. Griping about the airport air conditioning. The luggage carousel was packed, his bags didn't come out until last, helping everyone else as he could get their own until they were set and made their way to the bus. The driver slipped their bags underneath and they got on, inside the bus were a few coolers with a selection of beers and wine coolers, everyone took something and sat down the eager voices chatting and filling the bus.

Find Aria by herself Peter sat with her, holding a beer and wine cooler and offering her a choice. Betty sat across from them talking excitedly to someone, his eyes were only on Aria. "You look amazing for someone just getting off a night flight," he held out the bottles, "want one? Take your choice, may as well get started now." He smiled brightly at her, his eyes happy to finally have her to himself.

"I hope your flight was ok," he started softly, "I went to look for you but saw you already had someone next to you. I didn't want to intrude." He sort of trailed off, not wanting to embarrass her if she had something with Vincent, though he thought that no one as beautiful and loving as Aria could.

Aria walked alone, quietly. She felt lonely and awkward. Everybody were friends here.This trip for them was like one with friends, not colleagues.She wrapped her arms around herself, as she walked to the party bus.Unsure, if she was even allowed in, she took the risk and got in.She did remember Betty and Peter askingher to join, and she took ttheir word on it.

Getting in, she took the last seat, gently putting her purse on her lap.She looked out. Even at 6, the place seemed awfully crowded. Tugging back her hair, she pressed her head to the window and kept looking out, Vincent's words ranging her mind.Did he even think before saying things like this? She wondered before turning to face Peter.She smiled at him as he sat next to her, and offered her the two drinks.She laughed a little , shaking her head no."It's 6 am.I dont plan to pass out again"She added before blushing at his remark.

"We start early," Peter grinned as he motioned across the bus. Raising the open beer, "who's in the bus?"

"Party!!" They all cheered and laughed. Bottles going up in the air and clinking together in toasts.

Peter smiled at her, aware he was looking at her too intently, but not caring. It was time to have fun and he was hoping to get to know Aria a bit more over the next couple days. Putting the wine cooler down he saw Betty reach over for it. Smiling at them, a wink and a nod. They had talked last night after he came back seeing Vincent and Aria together. Betty agreed with him that Aria was too smart to get involved with her boss, and any woman worth anything avoided him in the office. Since they separated in the morning Betty told him it was Victor just trying to pick up something on the way down.

As the bus drove towards the hotel he drank the toasts as the bottles kept going up in the bus. "Don't worry about passing out now, you can sober up this afternoon and get drunk with us tonight, pretty much that's going to be the schedule." Peter tried to be happy about it, a hand on her hand in a friendly manner, "I hope you will stay with us in the extra room. We can introduce you around, let you meet some others on the teams."

Aria couldn't help but smile, seeing how excited everybody around seemed.She could feel Peter's gaze on her, as if trying to capture her every movement."Yeah, I had to sit with Vincent"She confirmed with a sigh, shaking her hea."And it was not pleasant"She added, shuddering before running a hand across her hair.

She smiled up at him, "I would like to know you better too..and if I would be given the choice, I would definitely stay in that extra room"She answered to him, knowing it was the truth.She didn't know any body else, and Peter was definitely different from the other guys.

Peter laughed a little, "I bet it wasn't. Many words I can think of about him, pleasant is not one of them." Raising the beer, "I salute you and your fortitude in dealing with him." Draining the beer handed the empty bottle towards the front, the bus was moving along the highway towards the hotel. Looking at the wine cooler he started on it, not liking the taste, but not wanting to waste it either.

"I wish I had known you didn't drink so early, even with us, we could have gotten you something at the airport." Peter smiled at her, happy to have her nearby. Aria was like a ray of sunshine, more than the early morning sun that already beat down on the bus and hopefully the beach. "We will probably go up and change, then to the beach. Sometimes there are some volleyball games, or something going on. Do you have anything you would like to do?"

Peter was willing to help her fit in, even if it meant being with her. Of course he did not mind that anyway, she was a pleasure to be around, and he knew he was slowly falling for her.

"I dont understand why he behaves like this.He doesn't have to yet he does it."Aria spoke, watching as the trees passed by.The sun was beginning to shine, still timid right now.She laughed as he toasted to her, watching him go on to the next drink."You should be careful with that"She spoke.

"No need to worry, I'll grab a coffee or something "She spoke.She still felt sleepy and while for others the activeness of the holiday had set in, she still felt lazy .But once she felt the warm sand beneath her feet, she knew it would be okay then."I was planning to test the waters"She spoke, as the bus halted, saying theyhad rreached. Aria stood up with Peter, as they walked in the four-star hotel.It was right next to the beach. Infact, you could just pop on your swimwer and head out.Aria walked upto BBetty, waiting to know which room she was assigned to.

Peter liked the hotel, it was the same one they used last year. Sadly one picked by Victor, but it was a good choice. Nice pools, on the beach, and close to the bars so they could party in the hotel or out if they wanted. Getting their luggage from the bus they began to queue up by the registration desk. The air was warm and not as humid as he expected, everyone was eager to keep going after the bus. Most everyone had two or three bottles of something and their was a lot of planning thrown around on whether to hit the beach or pools.

"Just stick with us," Peter told Aria as he took their bags. Betty pulled hers up, the oversized bag had wheels that squeaked a bit. "You do know its only a few days?" Peter joked to her.

"Come on Aria," Betty hooked her arm with Aria's and pulled her to the registraton desk. "At least you made him useful to carry your bag," Betty turned her nose up at him then turned back, "you have no idea what a woman goes through to decide. I need my options."

The rooms were set, with the extra they added Aria to theirs. Two suites were selected, on either side of the hotel but both looked out on the beach so they had a great view of the beach and pools from the patio plus a large central area with three bedrooms, two on one side sharing a bathroom and a single on the other, slightly larger, that had its own larger bathroom. The main room had sofas, a table and chairs, a small mini fridge, and a large tv turned on to the hotel channel. Like the hotel it was a modern style, clean lines and reflective surfaces everywhere, as if it all made the rooms brighter and larger. The long line of floor to ceiling windows looked out on the balcony, with its sliding glass doors, and the smell of room freshener and the ocean filled the air.

Peter looked at them as he put Aria's and his bag down. "Which room would you like Aria? Maybe you and Betty want to have the shared side, or you can have the big room for yourself since its your first time." Peter didn't mind any of the beds, he was sure they would spend more time outside the room anyway.

Aria's bag herself was as big as Betty.While the men had small carry on's, the women needed their clothes.Aria bent down to pick her bag but before she could,Peter got it first.She blushed thanking him, as he took her bag and walked to the reception desk.Aria had a glance of Vincent before he disappeared in the crowd.

Aria giggled lightly at Peter's words before Betty locked her arns with her."Definitely"She agreed with her, before walking in to the elevator with them.Like a small child, Aria eagerly took in everything. From the beautiful view to the amazing suite, it was very thrilling for her."I'll share with Betty"She confirmed as Betty shrugged. "I dont mind if you want to share it with Peter Aria"Betty teased, making Aria blush and quickly head to her room.Betty laughed a little before winking at Peter and leaving.

Aria smiled at the room.It had a beautiful window view, with nice lights and a big bed.Putting her bag on one side, she stepped out to the balcony, taking in the fresh Miami air.It was beautiful and she couldn't wait to explore.She washed her face and made herself some instant coffee before hearing a knock.

When she was opened, she was met by Betty holding two bikini infront of her."White or Blue?"She asked, with her eyebrows arched.Aria thought for a moment, before passing her a confident smile."Blue"

Betty smiled, nodding in agreement."You should wear that floral one we bought"Betty remarked, running a hand through her dark hair.Aria bit her bottom lip."Are you sure?"She asked, not sure about it."Hell yes"Betty answered excited before leaving.

Aria deciding to go with it, she put on the floral Bikini cum dress .It showed all her assets perfectly, with a big slit from the side which gave an excellent view from of her body.

Brushing her hair, Aria wore her flip flops and grabbing her towel, stepped outside to see Betty in a blue bikini and a see through dress over it.She grinned at Aria, before calling out to Peter to hurry.

Peter opened his suitcase and put away the clothes he brought for the next couple of days, he liked things organized in the room. Placing the clothes in the drawers he closed the case and put it away, then finding his trunks and flip flops took them out, along with a light cotton shirt. The trunks were snug but baggy, he liked room in the legs and as he was checking out the fit, leaving the shirt open to show off the muscles in his chest and his six pack he walked out as he heard Aria and Betty call.

"Come on, you know I like to put things away," he told Betty as he stepped out and took a look at Aria. His eyes widened and he stopped, "wow." Was all he could say. Though he had seen her in her panties and bra on his bed, something about her being vertical and showing off most, but not all, of her body was just alluring. Betty grinned and gave him a wink as he walked up to them, a friendly arm on each shoulder, "I will be the envy of the beach with you two."

Betty pouted jokingly, "how would you know, you never even looked at me." Then as they laughed headed down to the beach.

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Vincent got to the hotel first, checking in to the suite he had arranged, there would be a party tomorrow for the team but in the meantime he would enjoy it. As he felt was his due, for putting in the hours to manage his team and check the work getting done. The hotel was nice, centrally located, on the beach, and close to the bars in case he met someone. Though with Barbara's number already he wasn't sure he'd need it. Aria was somewhere around, there was something like radar that seemed to hit the small hairs on his neck. As he stood on the balcony he knew the bus had arrived.

Changing for the beach he went down to the lobby and grabbing himself a copy thought about whether or not he should call Barbara. Part of him thought why not, she'd be gone after tonight or tomorrow and probably never see her again. Anonymous sex was nothing, just another one night stand. Though Aria was still in his thoughts, the smell of her still felt like it clung to him from last night as she rested her head against him. As he grabbed a coffee from the lobby cafe he held the paper with the number and was about to crumple it in his hand until the tickle on his neck came and he looked up. Crossing the lobby was Betty, Peter, and Aria all together. She looked fantastic, but as they walked out Peter put a hand on her and Vincent felt his ire rising as he wanted to go over and rip Peter's arm off, she was not his to touch.

Sipping his coffee he watched them, dark eyes narrowing the longer Peter touched her until they passed outside and towards the beach. Stepping out to the lobby, still looking at the beach, he slipped his hand and the number back into his pocket.

Aria blushed as she saw Peter come out, and give her the look.She clutched the towel harder, smiling softly. She couldn't help but admire Peter himself. He looked so handsome.In the office well groomed and outdoors with the rugid sex appeal look, it really worked for him.She laughed a little before walked out with him.She couldn't help but wondering, What Vincent might be doing. The words he spoke, still haunted her.The way he spoke about how Iit was easier to shut off to her being a whore,it never left her mind.

"Wait guys,You both go I'll get a coffee for myself"She said spotting the lobby cafe.She gave them a smile before walking towards it."One cappuccino please"She asked, as the boy nodded and left, not before ogling her.Paying for the coffee she turned, before stopping when her eyes met with him."Vincent"
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Stepping back to the cafe saw Aria there, coffee in hand and wearing the most incredible bikini he had ever seen. Pausing for a moment without a word he took a sip to cover himself, as his eyes wandered over her body. The way the wrap worked, revealing some parts of her body and not others, worked wonders on the imagination. His imagination. "You look beautiful," he said without thinking. The blood was going to other parts of his body.

"You disappeared after the flight," his tone didn't hide his disappointment. Thinking back to how she thought she was a slut all he could think of was how much he agreed. Spending the night sleeping against him, now with Peter, and his hands all over her while she was in a bikini. He agreed with her now, but not for the reasons she thought. He tried to be nice, give her a compliment and she threw it in his face, well that was not going to happen again. "If you keep running off, I might get the idea that you don't like me."

Aria's face flushed red at his words.When Peter had complimented her, she hadn't felt the deep tingling sensations as she was feeling now, the tiny sparks coercing the flush."Um..Thank You"She replied, tugging her dark hair back as she clutched her towel harder.He himself looked quite hot, with his muscles filling out the shirt completely.

Aria felt the strangest urge to touch them, and feel the hard yet soft texture underneath her palms.She thought about It almost daily, but never had the urge been this strong."I followed up with Betty"She replied, containing herself, her hazel eyes looking at him."Well, that is good because I really do not like you"She spoke, sipping her coffee before turning to walk away.

As she turned he put a hand on her arm, to everyone around it looked friendly. An almost casual touch. She would feel the touch though, the steel in his grip as he smiled at her. That look of predator to prey that was surprised his prey had claws and had tried to use them. This was what Vincent feared, whenever you showed some emotion they threw it back at you. Made you hurt. He wasn't going to hurt again, if he had to, he would be the one to do the hurting.

"Really?" The voice was soothing, but the mocking reply came pouring out in that one word. All his disbelief thrust out to be replaced with a cocky confidence. "I'd almost believe that if you were spread out on my desk the other day, loving the feeling of my cock inside you." His surety rising as he felt himself pissed that she walked away from him to Peter. The wuss of the office Peter, of all people. It made him sick.

"Last night I try to be nice, give you a compliment and you throw it in my face. What do you want Aria? You want to play with me? Peter?" Then in a mock indignation, he was getting more and more pissed as he talked, the harsh ring beginning to show through his voice as he held her there, in all her beauty, wanting to make her hurt as much as she was making him ache. "Or is it Betty? What do you want Aria? Huh? What?"

Aria was taken back in shock, as she felt him grip her arm, and tug her back to him.Even if she wanted, she couldn't break the strong grip he held on her arm, and both of them were aware of it.Without her heels, she was several inches short of him which somehow, added to the whole predator and prey look they had going on.Her hazel eyes met up with his dark ones, as his mockery started to sink in.She pressed her lips in a fine line, hearing his words. How could bhe talk to her like that? She was his employee not his some toy, he could treat however he wanted.

Her eyes frowned, as she felt his grip get tighter with his words. Last night he accused her of being a slut, and now he was calling her that out loud.She looked away from his face,which was clouded by anger.She closed her eyes-just for a second-before looking up at him again.

"What I want is you to let go of my arm.You are hurting me"She spoke, not realizing how unfortunate her last words were.Why would he stop when he wished to hurt her? Did it matter if it was mentally or physically? "I am not some retard who crave your compliments, and I can throw them wherever I want because I dont need anything from a jerk like you"

He held on for a moment longer, as if to show her that he let go, when he wanted. Not at her direction. The sneer came up like a defense mechanism. Those hazel eyes, he could easily get lost in those, but no. Never again by some wicked temptress. Even if Aria had all the traits he desired, she did, walking into that trap again was not going to happen. As he left go his hand trembled for a moment, all the rage within was seething. Like a boiling pot he could feel it all inside. Closing his hand tried to still himself.

"Who said crave anything?" He looked at her remembering how easily she had given in before, she craved him. Wanted him. Could she want him as much as he did her? No, they never did. All lies and as he heard the words come from her honeyed lips he knew what it was, temptation. Well he would show her that. Leaning back his smile beamed more as if he had touched a nerve and knew he had won this contest. "You say that, but whose shoulder were you leaning on last night? You want me, you just can't admit it to yourself. Though you had no problem admitting it the other night in my bed. I had a good time," he gestured towards her with his cup, "you had a good time."

Raising an eyebrow like a challenge, "what are you afraid of?"

Aria whimpered in pain, as he didn't let her go.She could feel his rage coming down onto her, travelling to her by his grip When he did let go, she took a few steps back, looking at her arm.Where he had gripped her had gone red, as she shook back tears.Did he have any idea how much he hurt her by his words.It was like intentionally spoke all of it, not caring if he left her sore."I dont force you to nb with me"She said, finally.

She had enough.He blamed her for everything he did.How could he when he was the one who seduced her? "You keep calling me a slut.But let me get the facts clear. You were the one who slept with another women.I only slept with you.I keep pushing you but you keep pulling me back. I never forced you to fuck me, you did it because you wanted so stop acting like some damsel in distress
If being seduced by a jerk makes me a whore, then think what are you?"She spoke, staring in his eyes.

"As per why I dont want you even though we both had a great time"She added;"Is because you are a heartless son of a bitch!"

It was funny when they were being self righteous. Vincent hadn't offered her anything that he hadn't offered many others before, who took him up on it. She came to his bed willingly, it was Aria who showed up in his office the next day. Then he had her naked on his desk, and the plane, it was like a connection and in between static. Pulled in many directions he didn't know what to do with her, and was slowly beginning to care less. Something kept bringing them together and whatever it was he wished it would stop.

"Slept with me?" His voice rose a bit, he saw a head turn in the coffee shop. No matter how much he wanted to put her in her place he had a reputation in the company, a public face, and a fight with her in a coffee shop. Nothing good was going to come of that. "It takes two honey, and you were more than willing to come with me the other night. More than willing to spread yourself on my desk, and perhaps way too willing to go home with Peter," leaning in lowered his voice a little. "I hope you enjoyed his little bit as much as you did mine," Vincent already knew what happened after they left the other night. He'd filled in the blanks knowing what he would have done.

"Heartless? I tried to be nice, even gave you compliments and you throw it in my face." A questioning look on his face, "does taking crap back make me heartless? If so, then rip it out now," he stood back and spread his arms, exposing his chest to her "just rip it out and be done with it."