Aria's POV
I woke up the next morning with the contract still sitting on my bedside table.
Groggy and still half-asleep, I stared at it for a long moment, remembering the way Aiden had silently placed it there before leaving for work.
"This is ridiculous," I muttered, reaching for my phone.
I dialed Aiden's number, determined to refuse this extravagant "gift." My fingers trembled slightly as I waited for him to pick up.
"Good morning, Aria," his deep voice answered, somehow even more attractive over the phone. "Did you sleep well?"
"I can't accept this contract," I said, getting straight to the point. "It's too much, Aiden. That transfer agreement is worth millions."
He sighed on the other end. "It's just money, Aria. And it's something I want to do for you."
"But I don't need it.
