The Traps of Black Swan

Aaron had expected Aarvi to admire the car and its interior but he heard her mutter why people take expensive cars as the maintenance, the safety and extra expenses for the car will be high.

"President Evans, could you please remind me of the cheapest car you have?" Aaron teased her as he glanced at Aarvi who sheepishly grinned at his question.

Aarvi wanted to drive her sexy black SSC Tuatara. She had no plans to appear like a delicate lady which she wasn't and that's what she thinks of herself. 

The vehicle plan changed when they got a call from Jaxon at the end moment. Aaron chose it because he felt the car suited her perfectly.

Looking at her unawarely enjoying the double foot room by crossing her legs, Aaron was even more assured about his choice to change the car for the night.

Running his long fingers through her wavy hair, "Wait for me."

Aarvi's eyes brushed over the reporters before halting at her husband. They were in a hurry, so she didn't get time to admire her husband. He was suave like always, but there was an extra shine in his eyes, a tiny excitement, to tell the world, she was his.

She was tempted to leave a lipstick mark on him. Of course to claim it in front of the world. Nonetheless, she kept her thoughts to herself, "Absolutely." 

Who else will escort her inside? She was going to follow the first rule before breaking the normality.

Flashing her an attractive smirk, Aaron grabbed her mobile from her hand and clicked on the button that opened the car door upwards.

Stepping out, he kept their mobiles and buttoned his blazer before going around the car to escort his bride. He had thought she might choose a designer black gown but she left him amused like every time.

The camera continuously flashed on Aaron highlighting his chiseled jawline under the flashes of light. He was wearing a plain white shirt, buttoned up fully to support the charcoal black tie he was wearing. 

On top of the shirt, a stylish collared four buttons vest hugged his sculpted physique. The fairly deep V line of the vest was narrow enough for the tie and shirt to remain visible. 

The blazer was a perfectly tailored fit for him. It had an elegant melange pattern that highlighted the fit. The single button of his 1blazer was a buttoned exception of one that gave the worlds of stylish and formal.

An unembellished tie pin had clipped on the tie and the lapel hole had a matching button like the rest to keep it simple and elegant.

He was wearing pants that had the same color as the blazer. To create the perfect balance of style and occasion, he had matched with black formal loafers. To top it all off his hairstyle further emphasized his unmistakable distinct features of the striking face.

Aaron stood in front of the shotgun seat door and clicked on the button. The door automatically opened by moving upward giving the fresh sense of new arrival.

The reporters who wanted to take a peek inside the luxurious car, were awestruck at the lady when she honored their gaze by lifting her face.

Naturally, a heart-thumping smile appeared on her face when Aaron extended his hand to her. As though they would miss an important scene, the cameras didn't stop flashing even for a second.

Aaron and Aarvi were never afraid of the media, they just preferred to ignore them. Since it was their first appearance, they didn't mind offering the reporters and media a good show they always loved. Because they won't be appearing the same ever again and they loved their personal life more than social life.

Aarvi always told Dax in the beginning when he was facing the big businessmen or media, 'be like you own the place.' Now it was her chance to get the head turns and walk like she owns the place. 

Confidence! She won't lack it in her.

Her slender fingers slid into Aaron's hand, letting him hold her firm. Swinging her legs out like a lady having high-class etiquettes, she kept her feet down one after the other. She wasn't taught, she could learn by watching.

Aaron's hand voluntarily shifted at the door frame to avoid her head bumping into it despite the car giving ample space for seamless movements.

Aarvi stood in front of her husband, hard to believe her sky-high heels were still lacking in height to stand his height, physically.

"Don't strain your ankles." Given a chance, he would gladly carry her.

They had traveled, and she was on heels almost the whole day. So she had expected him to worry. She changed the subject as she took a step closer, "How do I look?"

Aaron really wanted to complain but answered the truth, keeping the complaints later, "Sexy… Hot and bold."

Her plan was never to look like a delicate lady. She wasn't a princess.

The bold Look - Checked.

Aarvi was in white, she was Aaron's bold and stylish bride tonight in a three-piece outfit. She was wearing high waist, seamless pencil pants. It made her look taller on her nude high heel pumps that had a serpent pattern on them.

She was wearing a crop top, styled in a deep sweetheart neckline corset. The bodice was embellished intricately in sparkling stones designed like a flower blooming in the vines. Her deep neckline gave a drooling view of her cleavage yet, it didn't look gross. It tastefully adorned her figure without making it heavy or sloppy.

She had topped the crop top and pants with a long, blazer-styled, plain jacket. That covered her bare shoulder, slim waist, and her slender arms till her wrist.

The slim fit of the outer layer was tucked under the white belt defining her curves more accurately. The buckle of the belt loudly spoke of the international designer but none were in the mood to check it out other than her beauty.

The jacket was styled in such a way that it opens up below her waist revealing her long legs, giving an illusion of a flowy cape. The hem of it reached the ground in the sides, the back continues to flow a large length behind her and ended circularly.

Her wristwatch was barely visible under her full sleeves while the diamonds on her fingers twinkled. There was a delicate layer of makeup emphasizing her lips in nude pink and her eyes in a smokey look. The contouring had defined her cheekbones giving her an extra seductive touch.

The big diamonds around the hoop earrings failed to shine brighter than her black pearl-like orbs, that was holding all the lights in them. She had completed her look with the beach wave hairstyle replacing the gentle sweetness with the bold yet officious look.

She was against everyone's assumption. She wasn't there to dazzle in attention. She was there to rule.

The reporters stayed stunned when the couple walked the carpet in their own sweet moment. Every one of them had seen the viral video from Coasta, they couldn't believe the confident bold lady front the video is Aaron's girlfriend.

When they came out of astound, they screamed to get the attention of the couple, "President Rivas… Miss… President Rivas…" Anyway, those words fell on the deaf ears.

Aarvi glanced at Aaron and a mischief smile appeared on her face looking at his pleased smirk and proud eyes. She knew Aaron had little dissatisfaction with her dress so she poked him, "Ronron, do you like my outfit?"

Aaron glanced at her. He wasn't the type to restrict her when she knows how to behave and dress. What he didn't like was, "I don't like your makeup." He didn't mean she looked ugly, she was breathtakingly alluring, "I can't touch you." That was his complaint. 

He had to control himself many times from touching her little face, so kissing her was out of the box. He couldn't even bury her little frame in his embrace. 

Aarvi really wasn't expecting that. She giggled as she found a solution for his complaint, "I will avoid wearing makeup." There will be times she will have to wear makeup to be more presentable so she didn't say she would never wear it.

Aaron didn't respond to her words. It was her choice whether to wear makeup or not. He could just keep an extra blazer. He thought while taking his hand away that had reached her cheek to pinch.

Aaron cued the event manager to relax and escorting them wasn't required. Whereas Aarvi knew he wanted to be alone with her in the elevator.

His arm wrapped around her as the elevator door closed, pulling her in front of him, much closer to face her. Aaron had to control his fingers from brushing on her face as he calmly revealed, admiring his view, "Leon is in the party."

"What!?" Aarvi's expression changed.

Aaron had expected her to ignore the news but her reaction said she was guessing Leon's plan for the night as he recalled Leon's last message to Aarvi. [Be ready for another gift.]