Until May (Until Her #7) Read Online Aurora Rose Reynolds

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Insta-Love, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Until Her Series by Aurora Rose Reynolds
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Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
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“Not at all. Just tell me what you want me to do,” I say, and she gives me a smile before showing me what she needs help with.

Once we’re done, I take a seat at the table with a family that reminds me of my own, and seeing Aiden so relaxed and at ease as dinner carries on, it makes me understand even more why every time he’s spoken about these people, it’s been with such love. These people are his family. They might not share the same DNA, but these are the people who have been there cheering him on and lifting him up when things have gotten hard.

And by the end of the evening, when Aiden and I are home and in bed, I don’t think about the craziness that has happened since the moment we met. But instead, as he makes love to me, I pray that I get a million more days just like today with him.

Chapter 15

Aiden

GETTING OUT OF the shower, I grab a towel off the hanger and start to dry off as my cell in the bedroom begins to ring. With May still at work, I walk out to grab it and shake my head at Blue as she attempts to get a reaction from Dozer, who never pays either cat much mind.

When I see my ex-team’s publicist Marsha’s number on the screen, my brows dart together. Except for a happy-holidays text at Christmas, I haven’t spoken to her, not that we talked much even when I was her client.

“Marsha, give me a second,” I tell her after answering the call and placing it on speaker.

“Okay, darling,” she agrees in her thick British accent.

I go to where my bag is on the floor in the closet, grab a pair of boxers, and put them on, before taking out a pair of shorts and doing the same. If things between May and I weren’t so new, I’d ask her to clear out a drawer, but I’m guessing that shit happens months after you start seeing someone, not weeks. Not that I have any experience with these things. She’s the first woman I’ve ever spent a significant amount of time with.

Still, if I knew it wouldn’t freak her out, I would just move the fuck in, because it would save the hassle of going to my place every couple of days to check on things and get clothes.

Once I’m dressed, with my T-shirt in hand, I go back to the bedroom and pick up my phone, taking it with me to the kitchen as I put on my shirt.

“All right, Marsha. You’ve got me.”

“As you’re not my client anymore, darling, this is just a courtesy call to inform you about a concerning email I’ve received.”

“I’m listening.” I stop searching through the fridge for something to heat up for dinner and stare at my cell on the counter, my curiosity piqued.

“A sex tape was forwarded to a contact of mine at BBC. The video is slightly grainy, but the man in the video is most definitely you.”

“Pardon?” I step up to my phone, sure I heard her wrong.

“I’m forwarding you the video now,” she says, and I watch a text from her appear on the screen. I click on it, then tap the video, and my muscles bunch as the video begins to play. The image is grainy like she said, but I can clearly make out May and myself on her bed, me sitting up with my back to the headboard, with her straddling my lap, riding me with her head thrown back. I remember thinking in that moment with her that I was the luckiest man in the world, having her give herself to me so freely.

And some motherfucker was watching us.

“Who sent this?” I bark, taking my phone with me back to the bedroom, and as soon as I enter, I start searching for where the camera had to be to capture us at that angle.

“It was anonymous,” she says as I scan the ceiling.

“What’s BBC plan on doing with the video?”

“Nothing. Since you no longer play for the Sparrows, the story wouldn’t be of any real interest to viewers.” I hear her typing something. “Do you know the woman in the video?”

“She’s my girlfriend.” I stare at the smoke alarm on the ceiling, then glance at the bed. “How worried do I need to be about this?”

“I would suggest you prepare, since it’s likely the BBC was not the only news channel to receive a copy of the tape, and others might be more interested than them in sharing it.”

“Fuck.”

“The good news, darling, is all news becomes old news rather quickly in this day and age.”

“She works at a high school.”

“You’re not one of her students, are you?” She laughs. “It will blow over. Just make her aware of the situation before she finds out about it from someone else.”


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