Aria's POV."Hi." He flashed me a warm smile as he got to our table."Hey." I tried to return his smile. "Can I sit please?" "That's actually for our parents," I heard Ryan suddenly say.So much for being such a chill guy now huh? He can't just help it. "Yes, but you can sit." I smiled warmly at him, turning to cast Ryan a warning glare."Sorry if I'm disturbing you though, I've just been watching you from afar, your smile is so beautiful, I couldn't help but push myself to come say hi." Awn, such sweet boy. "Thank you, that's really sweet." He nodded with a smile. "So, what's your name beautiful?" I could hear Ryan beginning to twitch noticeably on his seat at this point. Can this guy just take me to the dancefloor to avoid Ryan's wrath?"Aria." I managed to mutter.Almost immediately, I felt the familiar buzz in my panties again, but this time, it didn't stop. I sat back still just as the intensity on my clit increased. My eyes went wide and I grabbed both armrests. Ryan
Aria's POV. "Aria, I didn't see you at the dancefloor?" I heard Mom's voice from behind as they walked back to our table. Thankfully, the nearby waiter had already helped fix our table again, and I was also able to fix myself. I knew if I didn't, Mom won't fail to realize that something is off. "Her suitor only wanted to talk, and not dance." Ryan replied. "Good for you," she shrugged. "Anyways, my husband and I are going to retire for the night now, enjoy the rest of your night kiddies," she added, grabbing Dad's hands and they rushed upstairs. "Retiring for the night indeed." Ryan suddenly blurted and we bursted into laughter. "We should retire for the night too, don't you think?" "Look who can't wait to have me." He teased. "Don't get ahead of yourself, I just want to sleep." I snapped at him."You know you don't." He persisted. Of course I don't, all I want for the night is him, call me an addict or whatever but I'm just trying to get enough of him before Mom and Dad fin
Aria's POV. "Wait a minute! Wait!" I grabbed at my skirt, trying to push it down. "We shouldn't be doing this here, what if we get caught? The glass is tinted." As if I've never noticed it before, I realized the nerves in my thighs were connected directly to my cunt, and his touch was causing me to lubricate and my cunt to swell of its own volition, in strict disobedience to my wishes. I was getting excited. I shouldn't, we needed to get to the room where it's safer, and yet I was getting excited.He chuckled mockingly, the sly smirk on his face was evident that he was enjoying how hard I was trying to resist him, but he had the upper hand anyway. Shortly, he was lying on top of me, touching me in the most sensitive places, and I couldn't think. His fingers pressed against the embarrassing damp spot in my panties just as his mouth came down on mine, muffling my intended cry of caution.My left arm was trapped against the back of the seat but my right arm was free, and I used it to
Aria's POV.He seemed to know this. He seemed to know just what I wanted, and he grabbed my bra and pulled it up over my boobs, then attacked them with a vengeance, sucking, licking, squeezing one while he devoured the other. I felt pleasure like fire rush through my veins. His passion were so intense, so overwhelming I could hardly breathe.He let go of my wrist and his right hand went back under my skirt, finding my sodden panties and pushing the crotch aside. I felt him grab the end part of the vibrator that clung to my clit and pulled it all the way out, I cried out, arching up against him, the violence of my reaction freeing my trapped arm. I grabbed his hair and tried to pull his mouth up to mine, but he remained stubbornly at my tits as his fingers worked in the swampy folds of her cunt."Please, " I whispered. "Please..." But even I didn't know what I was asking for, and he wasn't taking any orders anyway. He fingered me till I felt myself start to bear down and the looming or
Aria's POV.Ryan had other ideas, he grabbed me by the upper arms and pulled me up off the floor, lifted me up, and broke the oral spell that held me in thrall. His hand slid under my skirt and slipped his fingers between me and the crotch of my panties. He pulled--hard--and then pulled again, and the fabric parted. He yanked again, an urgent, impatient tug, and I felt the thin material rip and start to come away. With a loud growl he laid me face down over his lap so I was jammed against him and the wheel, threw my skirt up, and yanked them unceremoniously off my body."What is he doing?"A sharp gasp escaped my lips as I realized I was in the vulnerable, ass-up spanking position, laid over his knees, my bottom naked under his hand, he captured my wrists in one hand and pushed them out of the way. He drew his hand back and I steeled myself for what was coming.The slap of his hand on my ass was amazingly loud in the car, and immediately I felt the sharp sting and burn. Then another
Ryan's POV.I woke up to her lips on me, pressing gentle kisses to my jaw and neck.Ofcourse I knew it was my woman doing the most. I smiled in my sleep, pulling her body tighter against mine as her soft lips explore my neck. I was vaguely aware of my cock hardening as she nips at my neck, her tongue soothing the sting from her teeth. Suddenly her warm soft fingers are wrapping around my cock. She strokes me once, slowly, and I bucked my hips into her hand, wanting her to do it again. She obeys; a slow, teasing stroke of my hard cock. I moaned and shifted my hips trying to encourage her to do more.She lifted herself onto her forearm and smiled at me, her hand pumping my cock once again. I grunted and look into her eyes, my breathing deepening. "Tell me what you want," she whispered, teasingly running her fingers around the head of my cock. I groaned and push my head back into the pillow. "I want you to suck me baby. Please." I can't help the pleading tone that comes into my voice;
Aria's POV."I was really hoping that this was an edited video but I guess we walked in right in time for the occasion." Mom spat. The look on her face was unreadable, and so was Dad's as well. Their gazes moved from Ryan to me, for several seconds without saying a word. The silence was deafening, I wanted to say something but nothing could come out. Ryan seemed lost as well, nothing came from him too. We all wallowed in silence. This is really messed up. They weren't supposed to find out like this. This wasn't how Ryan and I planned to be outed. It was the end of the vacation today and we had planned to tell them tonight. Why does this have to happen now? And who is responsible for the video on their phone? Who sent it?Who even recorded it?This is an entirely new space for us, no one literally knows us so how come we got recorded? And how did the culprit get hold of our parents contact?This was the reason I was scared to even do anything in the car in the first place, or
Aria's POV."You really don't have to pretend Nadia, it's out now and it's all thanks to your running mouth." Ryan spat, his daggering glare fixed on her. Thank goodness it was over the phone else this would have gotten a lot messier, Ryan's fury was getting out of hand by each passing second."You know I'm still mad at you for what you did, here I am suffocating myself with such heavy secret for your sake and you dare call me to be rude to me? If you don't start stating the reasons you called me, I'm going to hang up in you and I don't care how that makes you feel." She fired back at him.Okay, I have to step in now. "Hey Nadia." I tried to sound cheerful as I swiftly went to sit beside Ryan on the bed, taking the phone from him."I don't need any sort of greeting from any of you, what do you both want?" She spat.Ouch, that hurts."I'm sorry if we got you off on the wrong foot, Ryan is just pissed right now." I said. "And somehow, I'm the best person to vent his anger on?" She c
The restaurant was warm, the golden lights casting a cozy glow over the sleek wooden tables. Soft jazz music played in the background, mingling with the murmurs of the other diners, the clinking of silverware against fine china.I sat by the window, stirring my drink absentmindedly as I watched the city move outside. For the first time in what felt like forever, I was alone. No responsibilities pressing on my shoulders, no demands clawing at my time. Just me, a beautifully plated meal, and the illusion of peace.I let out a long sigh, sinking into the plush chair, allowing myself to bask in the moment. Life had been... exhausting. For years, I had been running. Not literally, but emotionally, mentally. Running to fix things, to prove myself, to erase the shadows of the past. And on top of that, I had a daughter now—a beautiful, sweet little girl who meant everything to me. She had Ryan’s piercing eyes, his lips, but my face. Every time I looked at her, it was like seeing pieces of him
Aria's POV. It had been two years since everything changed... since the scandal that turned my world upside down. And then my parents had it fixed. Christie, Josh and I were done with highschool and now in our first year in college. And just like every other day, we were laughing about some stupid class project as we made our way down the sidewalk.Suddenly, my phone tucked in my pocket and I quickly fetched it from my pocket, I didn't recognize the number, but it was an unknown area code, and something about it made my stomach drop.“Hold on, guys,” I said to Christie and Josh before picking the call “Hello?” “Is this Aria Liam's?” a calm voice on the other end asked.“Yes,” I replied, getting confused now. “This is city hall hospital. We need you to come in immediately. Your presence is required.”My mind raced. The urgency in the voice sent a chill down my spine. “What happened? Is everything okay?”“I’m afraid I can’t give you any details over the phone,” she said. “But it’s
Aria's POV.I had never been so relieved to return to school. Two weeks off, two long weeks of hiding away in my room, avoiding the pitying stares from neighbors, and the whispers of strangers who thought they knew everything. But today, today I was going back. I wasn’t going alone either. My parents were walking beside me, I didn’t know exactly what they had planned, but I knew they were going to do something about the scandal. Something that would either make everything better.. or make it worse.I adjusted the strap of my bag, glancing at my parents as we walked through the front gate of the school. Mom was standing tall, shoulders squared, walking with a determined pace. Dad, on the other hand, had his hands jammed deep into his pockets. They looked like the same parents I had known my whole life, though today felt different. They were on a mission.The moment we stepped onto school grounds, I could feel the tension. The eyes. People were still talking about us.. about the scanda
Aria's POV.The moment I broke the hug, a strange sensation crawled through my body. It wasn’t pain, but something that felt like an overwhelming wave, an unsettling force pulling at my insides. My stomach twisted, and a sudden wave of nausea surged up through my chest, catching me off guard. My vision blurred, and I swayed, struggling to keep myself upright. I gripped the edge of the chair, my fingers digging into the hard surface in an attempt to ground myself. But her body wasn’t listening to me. It felt like it had betrayed me, as if it had no control of its own."Hey, Aria, what's wrong?" I heard distant voices but I couldn't make out who they belonged to.My head spun, the room seeming to tilt at an impossible angle. The world around me began to dissolve, the sounds muffled as if underwater. I gasped for air, trying to steady myself, but it was as though the air itself had become thick, too heavy for me to breathe. My chest tightened, and my pulse raced, the noise of my heartbea
Aria's POV.The days dragged on, each one stretching endlessly without Ryan. The grief was a living thing, wrapping around me, suffocating me. I missed him in ways that words could never capture. It wasn’t just his presence; it was the way he made me feel, the way he could make even the worst moments bearable. Now, everything was unbearable.I hadn’t left my room much, only stepping out when my body physically forced me to. I barely ate. I barely slept. When I did sleep, it was restless, haunted by dreams of Ryan... his voice, his touch, his warmth. Only to wake up to the cruel reality that he was gone.Christie and Josh had been my lifeline, visiting almost daily. They would knock, call my name softly, and even if I didn’t answer, they would sit outside my door for hours, talking about everything and nothing at all. I didn’t deserve them, but I needed them. Even if I could barely acknowledge it.It was a week of my suspension today, after spending hours lying in bed, staring blankly
Ryan's POV.It had been days. Days since Ryan had disappeared from my life, leaving nothing but an empty hole where my heart used to be. I could still feel the echoes of his presence, haunting the corners of the house, in the space where his laughter used to ring, in the quiet that used to be filled with his voice. But now, everything felt hollow. I hadn’t heard from him since that video, that live confession. And with every passing moment, the silence grew louder, consuming me more and more until I couldn’t tell where I ended and the emptiness began.I sat on the floor in the far corner of my room, my knees drawn up to my chest, arms wrapped tightly around them as if I could protect myself from the overwhelming emptiness that consumed me. The walls felt like they were closing in. The quiet, the stillness, it suffocated me. My mind wouldn’t let me escape the thoughts of him. Of what he said. Of what he did. Of what he could have done to escape this nightmare.My heart kept trying to
Aria's POV.I didn’t think. I just ran.My feet slammed against the cold floor of the hallway as I hurtled down the stairs, my heart racing, pounding in chaotic rhythm. It was as though my entire body was trying to escape the terror and helplessness that consumed me, trying to outrun the suffocating fear that had taken over my mind. My thoughts were a blur, a haze of desperate urgency, but they all had one single, overpowering focus: Ryan.I had to find him. I had to stop him.I absolutely don't know where he is or where to find him but one thing was sure, I will get him back.The words from his confession echoed in my head, over and over again: “I’m leaving. I’ll disappear.”No. He couldn’t. He couldn’t just leave me. Not after everything. Not after the bond we shared, the love, the years of quiet, stolen moments that had built up between us. Ryan was my everything. He was my protector, my constant, the one person who had never looked at me with judgment, never turned his back on me,
Aria’s POV. my heart pounded against my ribcage, each beat echoing in my ears like a warning. Something felt wrong... deeply wrong. I couldn't quite place it, but it clawed at my insides. The silence in the house was unnerving, oppressive, like the air itself had thickened. The usual heated house filled with laughter and happiness was absent since the day Ryan and I got outed, but today's emptiness felt different. It was as if the whole house had been drained of sound, leaving behind only an unsettling stillness.My eyes darted nervously over the hallway as I reached Ryan’s door. My hand trembled slightly as I pushed it open, the door creaked softly and I stepped inside, expecting to find him lounging on the bed, headphones in, oblivious to the world as he has been doing since the whole scandal. But when I looked around, my stomach sank.His room was completely… empty.The bed was made finely as though no one has laid on it for a while, the edges of the blanket smooth. The chair at h
Aria's POV.I laid lifelessly on my bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. I could tell my eyes has gotten swollen and red from crying, but no matter how much I tried, the tears wouldn’t stop threatening to spill over again. I curled up tightly under my blanket, trying to block out the whirlwind of emotions threatening to consume mr. It's the second day of my suspension and it felt like it had already lasted a lifetime, and the thought of enduring this for two weeks was unbearable.The silence in the house was oppressive, broken only by the faint hum of the air conditioning. I have been replaying every moment of the ordeal in my mind, trying to understand how things had spiraled so far out of control. I wanted so desperately for things to go back to how they were, to have my parents' love and trust again, and for the world to stop feeling like it was closing in on me. Each time I thought I had run out of tears, a fresh wave of sorrow would crash over me, leaving me sobbing into my pill