Chapter 5

Nera shifted her aching body to the other side of the bed, her eyes heavy with regret. Her entire body felt as if it had just run a country marathon in a satisfyingly short amount of time. 

She wanted to believe her wedding had gone so well and her exhausting body was as a result of her husband's never-ending lovemaking in her honeymoon bed.

But the reality was far from the truth, she was quite aware she had just spent a wild night with a stranger, and not just any stranger, but an elderly man old enough to be her father. She tightly closed her eyes, afraid they would not open without her consent.

But heavy hands grabbed her naked body from behind and drew her closer.

"Are you finally awake, princess?" The old man asked, his intoxicating breath warming her bearskin. 

A wave of uneasiness rushed through her as she tried to move away, but his grip was too tight for her. She could feel his manhood rubbing against her, making her very uncomfortable as her eyes popped open in shock.

A small voice escaped her lips, "Please."

"Yes, my princess?"

"You are... too close," she whispered.

The old man realized what she meant and smiled. He slowly moved, wanting her not to feel disgusted or begin regretting their night of passion. Even though he had no idea who she was, he already liked her.

He apologized and moved a bit.

"I am Marcus Rashwell, by the way," he introduced himself, expecting her to do the same, but Nera wanted to shrink under the covers. She wanted the world to swallow her alive.

Marcus observed that her body posture was that of someone very uncomfortable. He was a little disappointed, but forcing things or bringing up their wild night was only going to make her regret the night.

He slowly got off the bed, grabbed a towel, and walked to the bathroom that was across the room. He hoped he would give her some time to process everything that had happened the previous night.

However, Nera saw the bathroom retreat as an opportunity to flee. She quickly grabbed her clothes, searching for her underwear but not finding them. This forced her to put on her clothes without her underwear and quickly run out of the door.

In the other room, Marcus sighed disappointed, however, he was going to find her and find out who she was. He walked back into the room and spotted a beautiful white lacy underwear. He picked it up with a smile, he was definitely going to meet her again.

Meanwhile, Nera stormed into the main room, her eyes landing on naked bodies all over the floor. She quickly covered her face in shame; she could not believe she spent a night at a sex party. A wave of shame hit her as she tried to find a way around the naked bodies.

The same woman in a g-string who welcomed them the previous night approached her and asked about her night.

"Did you enjoy your night of pleasure?" The woman asked.

Nera looked at her, embarrassed, trying to pretend as if she had not heard anything.

The lady moved closer, asking her not to be shy. "The walls of this place have no ears; believe me when I tell you that they enjoyed your cries of pleasure last night," the woman whispered.

Nera took a step backward, and she now hoped for the ground to swallow her more than ever.

"Marcus still has stamina, I am not surprised."

"Which way is the exit door out of this place?" Nera asked instead, ignoring the woman's statement.

The woman smiled, "You look like those girls who usually come back for more."

"Can you just point me to the door?" Nera insisted, almost yelling.

The woman smiled again, irritating the life out of Nera, "See you next time," the lady taunted as she pointed to the door. Nera walked away pissed; she wanted to smack the woman in the face but she contained herself. There was no way she was ever going to go back to such a place.

She quickly got in a taxi, her mind racing to the story she was going to tell her uncle.

Meanwhile, her uncle Luke had looked everywhere for his niece, but he could not find her. He had looked all over his neighborhood and asked everyone he knew who knew Nera for information, but no one had seen her since the halted wedding day. Even though he didn't want to think about it, he had a sneaking suspicion that something was wrong.

He was about to go and lodge a formal missing persons report with the police when the bell rang.

He immediately ran to open the door, hoping it was someone who knew something, but to his disappointment, it was Nicole. The useless slat had no shame. He had always known she was not good for his niece but compromised because Nera liked her.

"Good morning uncle Luke," she asked, looking around.

"Can I help you with anything?"

"Where is Nera?" She asked.

"Do you have no shame," Luke replied, pissed.

To his annoyance, Nicole began looking around as if she knew Nera was not in the house.

"Can I help you?" He asked.

"I just came here to hand Nera her phone back," she finally replied.

"You can give it to me, and I will give it back to her," Luke insisted.

"No, I want to give the phone in person to Nera," Nicole insisted.

He could not believe the audacity, he was tempted to smack the living daylights out of the stupid girl's face, but a taxi stopping in front of his house got his attention. The two turned to see who it was.

The door opened, and Nera walked out. She had no money on her, so she asked the taxi driver to wait. She lifted her eyes to find Nicole with her usual taunting face. She could not believe the audacity.

Uncle Luke quickly ran up to her in relief. There was a part of him that wanted to yell at her, but he restrained himself. He was only glad that she was okay.

"I am asking for some money to pay the taxi driver," Nera whispered.

Uncle Luke slowly let go of all of her as he held her hands and asked if she was okay.

Nera nodded her head, avoiding eye contact.

"Of course," her uncle replied, checking for his wallet. He quickly paid the driver and laid Nera to the door. He could tell she was embarrassed by her lack of eye contact.

Nicole stood firm at the door, watching with keen interest. She had gone to confirm the night-out rumors and she was not disappointed. Nera looked like she had spent a night at a crack house.

"Ignore her, she is not worth your time," Uncle Luke whispered in Nera's ears.

Nicole smiled as they approached the door, "It looks like someone had a lovely night yesterday."

Without hesitation, Nera jumped at her and gave her two hard slaps on the face before Luke got in and separated the two.

"You stupid bitch!" Nera yelled while her uncle pushed her into the house and closed the door behind them.

Nicole was left holding her painful cheek in shock. She had not expected Nera to launch at her unexpectedly.

The door opened again, and Luke grabbed Nera's phone from Nicole before walking back into the house, where Nera was pacing around pissed.

"What is she doing here?" She yelled.

Her uncle handed her her phone and asked where she had been the whole night.

"Uncle, I am not eighteen years old," she replied, pissed.

"Do you know how worried I was? I thought something bad had happened to you!" Luke yelled at her.

"I am sorry, I would have called if I had my phone but that bitch had it with her," Nera replied as she walked away.

"Hey, come back here; I am still talking to you!" Her uncle yelled.

But Nera ignored him and rushed to her room. She was not in the mood for any interrogations. She wanted to take a long bath and somehow hoped the stench from the sex house evaporated from her body. She could feel it all the way up to her throat.

"Hey, I'm talking to you; where did you spend your night?" her uncle chased after her entering the room.

"I was at a sex party with an old man; that's who I was with! Do you want to know the full details?" She yelled at him.

Luke looked down, unable to maintain eye contact. He blinked several times, hoping to clear the tears before Nera saw them. 

As he tried to control his emotions, the corner of his lips pulled down, shaking. 

He wanted to yell, a small part of him wanted to slap the daylight out of her but he couldn't. He could only stare at her his hands clenched into fists shaking.