CHAPTER TWO- A NIGHT WITH MY HUSBAND'S UNCLE

Ella's POV

The party was in full swing when we arrived. The music was deafening, and the crowd was electric. People danced like they were trying to forget their own lives, and I felt an odd sense of comfort in their chaos. I clutched the mask against my face, feeling both excited and nervous. Lily handed me a drink, her grin wide.

“Here,” she said, pushing it into my hand. “Drink. You’re going to need it.”

I took a sip, the alcohol burning my throat. It wasn’t my usual drink, but tonight wasn’t a usual night. The bitterness was a strange reminder of what I was trying to leave behind.

As the drinks kept coming, I found myself loosening up. Men approached me, their eyes hungry even behind their masks. One of them slid an arm around my waist, pulling me closer. His cologne was intoxicating, and for a moment, I let myself lean into him.

“Who are you hiding from?” he whispered, his lips dangerously close to my ear.

“No one,” I replied, my voice steadier than I expected. “I’m just here to have fun.”

He chuckled, his hand tightening on my waist. “Good. Let me show you what fun looks like.”

We danced, our bodies moving in sync, and when he leaned down to kiss me, I didn’t stop him. His lips were firm, commanding, but something felt off. I pulled back, shaking my head.

“Not tonight,” I said, walking away before he could protest.

I needed air. The crowd felt suffocating, and the mask was starting to itch. Lily found me near the bar, a drink in her hand.

“You okay?” she asked, her voice barely audible over the music.

“I’m fine,” I said, though my head was spinning.

“We should head home,” she suggested, but I shook my head.

“I can’t go back there. Not tonight.”

She nodded, her expression softening. “Okay. Just… be careful.”

I wandered outside, the cool air hitting my face like a slap. The city lights blurred in my vision, and I stumbled slightly. That’s when I saw him.

He was leaning against a car, his tall frame impossible to miss. Even with the mask covering half his face, his presence was magnetic. He looked up, his eyes locking with mine, and something in his gaze made my breath hitch.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice deep and smooth.

I nodded, though I wasn’t sure if it was true. “Just needed some air.”

He stepped closer, his movements slow and deliberate. “You don’t look okay.”

I laughed softly, the sound hollow. “Is it that obvious?”

He didn’t answer, just studied me with an intensity that made my skin prickle.

“Want to get out of here?” I blurted, surprising myself.

His brow lifted beneath the mask, but he didn’t hesitate. “Where to?”

“Somewhere… private.”

He didn’t need more convincing. He gestured to his car, and I followed without a second thought. The drive was silent, the tension thick between us. My mind raced, torn between excitement and guilt.

When we reached the hotel, he parked quickly, leading me inside without a word. The elevator ride was a blur, and before I knew it, we were in a dimly lit room.

I turned to him, my heart pounding. “Take off your mask.”

He smirked, shaking his head. “Not yet. Let’s keep the mystery alive.”

I hesitated but nodded. Maybe the mask made it easier—less real. I stepped closer, my hands trembling as I reached for his jacket. He didn’t stop me, his breathing growing heavier.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

I didn’t answer, pulling him closer instead. His lips crashed against mine, and the world faded away.

His hands roamed my body, and for the first time in a long time, I felt wanted—needed. The clothes came off piece by piece, and when I saw him, all I could think was how perfect his body looked, especially his Dick.

“Fuck,” I whispered, my cheeks burning.

He chuckled, pulling me closer. “Your turn.”

I let him undress me, his touch igniting something deep inside me. Every move felt deliberate, every glance charged with unspoken desire.

“Ella,” he said, his voice strained. “You’re…”

“Don’t,” I interrupted, shaking my head. “Just… don’t.”

I didn’t want sweet words or promises. I just wanted to feel something other than pain.

Before I knew it, his hands slid in my breast, he cupped it, and started sucking the heck out of it, which made me moan loudly.

“Fuck!” I was already sweaty down there.

“Fuck me!” I pleaded with him and he didn't hesitate before his dick strongly entered into me, I gasped, my mouth opening wide, while I gripped the bed sheet tightly.

This was the first time in a while, and I loved the feeling.

And he thrust deeper into me, while my moans filled the air.

“Go harder!” 

And he went harder, but then his mask slipped off his face and I could see his face clearly now, which made me freeze, my eyes widening as recognition hit me like a punch to the gut.

It was Collins, the uncle of my husband, how on Earth did this happen? How on earth did I end up in bed with him? What have I done!

I immediately pushed him,and he released on the bed, his dick still strong.

“Collins?” I whispered, my voice shaking as I gently removed my mask.

His expression shifted, confusion giving way to anger. “Ella?”

I scrambled off the bed, grabbing the sheet to cover myself. My mind raced, trying to make sense of what had just happened.

“You knew right, you used me,” he accused, his voice sharp.

“No,” I stammered, my chest heaving. “I didn’t. I swear I didn’t.”

He stood, his fists clenched at his sides. “Don’t lie to me, Ella.”

“I’m not lying!” I shouted, tears streaming down my face.

The reality of what I had done hit me like a tidal wave. Collins—Dave’s uncle. What were the chances?

“I can’t… I can’t do this,” I said, backing toward the door.

“Ella,” he called, his voice softer now, almost pleading. But I didn’t stop.

I grabbed my clothes, bolting out of the room before he could say another word. The hallway was spinning, my legs barely able to carry me as I fled.

When I reached the street, I collapsed against a wall, my breaths ragged. What had I done?