It's Hard to Control My Naughty Wife!

Chapter 157: HONEYMOON (16)

"Calm down Giana…" Dillon tried to get this woman to stop her tantrum and start listening to him, but it required an extra effort just to do so.

And it was only after two full hours of Giana pouring out her emotions, anger, irritation and sadness that she got a little better.

Now, Giana was sitting beside her bed with broken glass pieces and other shattered objects scattered around her. But she didn't care.

And for now, Dillon didn't care either, as long as Giana stayed calm. That's what's important now.

Dillon then moved closer to Giana, sat next to her, leaning his back against the side of the bed, just like she did.

"I want a drink," Giana said. Her throat felt like an arid desert, very painful after the desperate screams she had been giving out during the past two hours. Her body also felt very uncomfortable.

"Okay," Dillon agreed and grabbed the phone which luckily was saved from Giana's fit and immediately contacted the hotel clerk to bring drinks to this room.

However, after Dillon said that they only wanted drinks and some snacks and was about to hang up the phone, Giana grabbed the phone and then mentioned her favorite brand of alcohol, which was apparently available there.

Unmitigated, Giana ordered two bottles. Dillon was just about to protest, but then Giana hung up, not giving Dillon a chance to cancel the final order. He could only take a deep breath.

Trying to calm down and also train his patience.

"I want a divorce," Giana said in a weak voice, now leaning on Dillon's shoulder, her body was limp and aching after her crazy tantrum.

Giana's hair, which was usually neatly arranged, was now sticking out here and there, coming out of the hair ties that were no longer shaped.

The lipstick and make- up she wore have lost their original essence, which was to make someone's appearance more attractive, and 'attractive' was the last word that could describe Giana at this moment.

If only someone had known her and saw her now, they would not have recognized the disheveled Giana who was heartbroken.

She looked so different ...

Meanwhile, Dillon allowed Giana to lean on him and smoothened the strands of her hair.

The strokes on Giana's head were so soft that she couldn't help but tear up again, remembering how hard her life had been lately with all kinds of problems that hit her endlessly.

A hush fell over the room. Except for the sound of waves crashing the stones and the soft sobs from Giana, nothing else could be heard.

Until finally Dillon opened his mouth a few moments later. "Are you ready for all the consequences you will have to face when you announce your separation from Aidan?" He asked. Feeling worried about this friend of his.

On his shoulder, still crying, Giana nodded weakly.

She realized what was coming and had prepared herself for the worst, because imagining having to live like this for the rest of her life was not a pleasant choice ...

At least in this way, Giana would not prolong her suffering any longer.

Meanwhile, hearing Giana's answer, Dillon could only sigh heavily. He had asked Giana to consider this hundreds of times, but if Giana's decision to get a divorce stayed unwavering, then the only thing Dillon could do right now was to support her.

"I will find the best lawyer for you to solve this problem," said Dillon, in the end he too gave in to Giana's decision.

"Thank you," Giana muttered in a low voice and finally a faint smile curled on her lips. "Thank you for being the only person by my side," Giana added.

She was really lucky to have Dillon by her side in a situation like this and really couldn't help thinking that if only she had to face all this alone, maybe Giana wouldn't even be able to endure.

"I just hope that your decision this time is right and doesn't bring new yet more complicated problems in to your life," Dillon said as he patted Giana on the shoulder lightly.

For a moment the two fell silent again, until someone knocked on the door to inform them that their drinks had arrived...

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It seemed that tonight was not only a tough night for Giana, but also for Aidan. He cursed himself so many times for being so careless about sleeping with Aileen Tatum.

It's not that he was trying to be a gentleman and felt like he had been having an affair by sleeping with Hailee Tordoff's foster sister, hell, he had even been cheating on Zia for years. So, Aidan wouldn't act like a saint now.

But, what Aileen asked from him was something completely beyond his expectations. How could that woman have such ambition and desire for something that did not belong to her?

And Aidan had no other way but to help her, because otherwise Aileen would spread the issue between the two of them, accompanied by concrete evidence of their rendezvous at the hotel.

Shit!

That woman had intended to set him up from the start! And Aidan just slipped into her trap, as if sacrificing himself voluntarily.

And now the problem had only multiplied after his fight with Giana, which seemed like it would have an end that both of them most feared would happen.

Everything just got worse.

Aidan then lit a cigarette and then blew the white smoke into the air, as if he was releasing the burden of his gloomy life.

The cigarette between his fingers emitted a thin white smoke and gave off a distinctive tobacco scent, while his right hand held the cellphone, the screen of which indicated an outgoing call.

Just a string of numbers without a name. However, Aidan had memorized it by heart.

After the last ring went off without success, Aidan put his cell phone on the table and walked to the large floor to ceiling windows that showed the city lights flickering at night. A sight that should be quite calming, but it seemed this man didn't feel anything like that.

Nothing could protect him from the feeling that seemed to be poisoning him more and more

Zia... The name came back to his mind and Aidan didn't have the power to hold back all the memories that seemed to flood his memory and paralyze his mind.

Afterward, Aidan spent the night deep in thought...

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Giana felt her body feel hot after finishing half of the alcohol bottle she ordered.

If it weren't for Dillon, who forbade her and took the bottle in her hand, then it was certain that Giana would have drank up all the liquid.

Meanwhile, Dillon shook his head, seeing how Giana was now.

The woman could not even stand up and move to the bed, so that she could rest more comfortably.

Therefore, Dillon took the initiative to carry her.

It's just that Dillon had also drank a few glasses of alcohol to accompany Giana's pitiful little party, therefore, now he felt a little tipsy.

However, he was still trying to lift this woman's body and luckily Giana didn't weigh too heavy.

With a little unsteadiness, Dillon finally managed to carry Giana and put her a little harder on the bed. But he stumbled on something, and just like that, Dillon fell slightly on top of Giana's body and accidentally his lips brushed over hers.

For a moment Dillon was stunned by the brief touch, giving off a stinging sensation.

Three seconds later Dillon was like someone cursed frozen and immobile, his eyes glued to Giana's frowning face and tightly knit brows.

The woman's eyes were staring at him through the mist that seemed to obscure her vision.

Giana looked very beautiful right now. She was so fragile that it made Dillon's soul tremble a little.

No.

Giana always looked beautiful, no matter what condition she was in. It's just that Dillon was accustomed to seeing herself as a figure of a successful business woman, while he was just a personal assistant.

Dillon never saw Giana as a complete woman, not until tonight. Not until recently.

Dillon knew this was wrong and dangerous, but deep in his heart, he couldn't deny the tingling feelings that spread from every touch of his skin with Giana's and how their bodies positioned close together, leaving no room at all.

The alarm inside Dillon's head started to go off, warning him that it would be a big problem if he gave in to his passionate desires.

It was unusual for Dillon to be like this, losing his mind and self- control, and he was again blaming this on the alcohol in his blood. The damn liquid he had consumed without thinking.

"Giana, I have to go," Dillon said in a voice that sounded hoarse and heavy. He had to leave immediately before he completely lost his mind and gave into his primal male desires.

"Hmm ..." Giana muttered in response.

However, when Dillon was about to rise from Giana's body, the woman's long legs wrapped around him like a snake, which had just gotten its prey.

"Giana," called Dillon in a deeper voice, now his vision was starting to get blurry, filled with shadows of pleasure filling his head and making his throat feel dry.

Especially when he felt Giana's hand cup his face and pull himself closer.

"Giana, we can't do this ..." Dillon whispered, but his eyes glistened with strange emotions and raging feelings.

A little part inside Dillon gave him a stern warning to stop whatever he was thinking right now.

It's just that that side was too weak to fight the alcohol content in Dillon's system and when Giana's sweet lips touched his, there was only one thing in his head that demanded him to surrender to what Giana had to offer ...

This was a dangerous thing and Dillon knew that as well. But, wasn't it like the more dangerous something was, the more you want to taste it? And that's how Dillon felt right now.

Oh, shit! This couldn't be right!

As Giana tugged his hair gently and groaned in their kisses, Dillon lost all words and logic, even rationality he had managed to grip onto until now was thrown out of the window.

And Dillon gave Giana what she needed, what she wanted under the influence of the alcohol messing with them.

Dillon embraced Giana's body and began to touch every inch of her, touching her frozen heart and feeling her sadness.

This time he accompanied this lonely soul in a different way.

And it was a night they would remember. The beginning of many similar nights they would spend together. A relationship without foundation and boundaries.

This would be the sweetest sin that they tasted…

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