Color me surprised when it turns out that my one night stand is actually my uncle. Not only that, he turns out to be someone I'm forced to live with in college and now, he is not only my mate but my professor and to top it off, MY MATE! One night of catching my ex cheating on me led to me sleeping with the stranger who I later got to know was my uncle. I thought nothing else could go wrong but not until he rejects me. And then everything seems like a dream. A dream I'd like to wake up from but things change the moment I step into that club as a stripper! *Seducing my uncle, indiscreetly.
View MoreAria's pov; 'I shouldn't have said that,' were the only words that kept ringing in my ear as Ronald nibbles on my bottom lip, letting his tongue trail along my lips with a broad smile on his face. He hadn't really done a thing and yet, I had a feeling I was going to be left screaming and crying in pleasure. "It's too late to take back your words now. You asked for it and you'd be getting it," he laughed, seemingly enjoying the look on my face. Talking in this situation was pointless since Ronald had me pinned to the wall, with one of his hand holding my right thigh up. My eyes darted towards his bulging member, and I swallowed in pity at the thought of how that thing was going to fit in me. "Don't do that. You're only going to make me want to do it more," said Ronald, still grinning and smiling like none of the expressions I was wearing meant a thing. "W...wait!" I helplessly began to say just as he brought his face closer to mine, allowing all of my back to be pre
Aria's pov; "Hmm," I tried to moan but the sound only got buried in my throat since my mouth was now filled up with what made heat in my belly pool and my mouth water. "That's right. Suck it like you'd do to a candy. Show me how much you missed me," Ronald said in a grunt but the firmness and authority in his voice couldn't be mistaken. He hadn't asked for an opinion and neither had he asked for an excuse to be given. Shamelessly, I wasn't about to give an excuse or a complaint, all too eager to please him and to get the satisfaction I needed so bad. I moved my tongue around half of his length which was stuffed in my mouth, letting it play with his tip and enjoying the sounds of pleasure he was making. "Just like that," with a slight tug of my scattered hair, Ronald grunted. My current position was all too uncomfortable but in the face of a pleasure as this, I didn't mind being in any position. Every thought about any other thing had been thrown out the window and
Aria's pov; Stepping into the dark room in nothing but a lingerie single handedly picked by Rover had me wanting to hide myself in the ground. Time and time again, I pulled at the strap of the lingerie that gingerly glued to my shoulder but instead, it only gave me the appearance that I was trying to seduce whosoever was seated on the chair at the window side. "Hello?" Either foolishly, or not, I didn't really care but I was more concerned about the identity of the one I was going to 'spend the night with.' Deep down, I knew there was no way in hell I was going to let a stranger get atop me as far as I was concerned. I had only come here to see who he was and pretend to fulfill the end of the deal. These were the two things I used to convince myself. "For someone who displayed so well, you look timid," the stranger's sudden input in a gruff voice felt like something was crawling up my spine. I held back from letting out a scream of shock, only keeping quiet as best
Aria's pov; Rover had gone back to behind the stage and as I began to move my limbs around the pole, pushing my cloth lightly to show off my shoulder, I couldn't help but think about why he suddenly came out to announce that. Looking at Ronald's posture, I felt like there was no way he would have struck that kind of deal with Rover in the first place. Then, why had the latter come to make such terrifying announcement when there hadn't been any prior plan? The more I thought of it, the more it didn't make sense and it was beginning to feel like I was in someone else's game, going according to his plans. The thought of it had me shivering but I didn't get too far into my thoughts because the particularly energetic audience were ready to possibly spend and yell out their lungs. The first tip began with a hundred dollars and the corner of my lips lifted before facing them back. I moved my gaze away from them, only to stare at Ronald but my shock was inevitable upon real
Aria's pov; 'One. Two. Three...,' I recounted in my head as I moved along the pole. The spotlight on me made me feel more confident and the thought that the audience were all curious about the face beneath the mask only fueled my confidence. I scanned the crowd searching for a certain odd eyes in particular but even after sniffing and scanning the crowd, there was no sight of him. Choosing to focus on what I was doing, I continued to move my body around the body, letting the slow beat of the song guide me. I closed my eyes, ignoring the whistling and cheers from the crowd, only letting the music control my body and letting myself freely. Lost in the sea of the rhythm, I was in my own world, only moving along continually, enjoying everything it brought along- the peace, the calmness and the serenity in my heart, telling me it wasn't so bad to have a moment of peace to myself. "Take it off!" The first yell from the crowd caught me off guard and I missed a step in mov
Aria's pov;After everything I've experienced since yesterday, tonight was the night I've been anticipating so I could cool off and not think too much about everything. Knowing I was still working in the club that was the enemies turf had a bitter taste in my mouth. It was one thing to be pissed and not willing to talk to the cause of it, then it was another thing to be able to avoid them at all cause- even knowing fully well that you could survive on your own. As I sat before the mirror in the backstage room, I wasn't as nervous as the first time and I would have sworn I was too perfect at this, for someone who had only started two weeks back. "Wow, I can't believe you're the same shy lady I was giving pieces of advice to on her first night," laughed Daisy, a smile on her otherwise pale face. The only reason I was the only one entertaining the whole of the audience was because the other strippers and dancers like me had all come down with a flu due to a misuse of spray. Daisy,
ARIA'S POV; " Please, can we talk later? Do you promise to call me so we can talk? I'm so sorry about yesterday. I didn't know anything about those things that happened," another string of Damien's apology filtered into my ears for the tenth time that morning. Sleep had been so far from me throughout the night and sharing a room with my mother hadn't been pleasant due to her insistence on trying to get me to talk to her. At times like this, I wondered if she was being inconsiderate and not even giving me time to think about the shocking information I had only gotten to know about yesterday. As I made my way out of Damien's mansion with my luggage in tow, and only one place in mind for me to head to, I ignored Damien who kept trying to talk to me. Call me petty but knowing his parents had a hand in the misfortune of my father and if worse, his miserable death was all shades of angering. Knowing I'd possibly have no choice but to listen to him sooner or later or have him
Aria's pov; And in the span of a few seconds, the atmosphere in the living room seemed to have gone down to a freezing point. To make sure I wasn't the only one who was insane, I turned to look at Damien and was glad to see the same expression I had on his face. Neither my mother, who was raging with anger, nor his parents looked as surprised as we were. No matter how hard I tried to think about what must be going on here, it was difficult to follow along when there were three adults having a 'conversation' like sworn enemies, with one - my mother, seeming like she couldn't wait to have the others heads off. It had come as a surprise seeing my mother like this and at the same time, difficult to believe. Swallowing, I could already feel my head pounding in pain again and the scent of Damien's parents, most especially, his mother's scent which seemed oddly familiar wasn't helping matters. I took a deep breath and closed my two eyes as I raised my two hands akimbo, "Can some
Aria's pov; Five minutes of sitting on the sofa and my mother was only making clear statements to me and giving me more reasons to suspect her. It wasn't just her poised appearance but the sudden switch in her aura that even my wolf wasted no time in catching onto it. I could almost imagine the weird colours of energy she had around her and even the movement of her body was no longer starting to make sense. I wouldn't have found anything suspicious if she had done so much as forcing a smile on her face but instead, she only kept on staring and watching like it wasn't the most offensive things to do in a stranger's home. Only if.... Damien's home wasn't strange to her and the chances of that being true was very slim since it seemed almost impossible for her to be associated with the upperclassmen. "Can I get you anything to drink or you're just comfortable staring around and taking a tour?" with a small laugh at the end, Damien softly asked. I watched with intrigue as
ARIA'S POV;"Don't cry for him. He's not worth it!" Doona yelled over the music, throwing her hands in the air as if to buttress her point. Sitting in front of the bartender, with my eyes on the empty shots in front of me, I bit my lip, holding back my tears. "Three years, Doona! He left me because he found his mate," I choked out, trying my best not to cry as loudly as I'd love to. It was hard trying to maintain my composure when my ex-boyfriend, who I'd been with for three years, left me or more like cheated on me after finding his mate. It was hard to believe, knowing we'd both sworn to each other not to break up even after finding our mates. It had all been going well not until this afternoon, when I had caught him with the lady who he called his mate, having a go at it. Being twenty years old, I was still yet to find my mate whom I should have gotten at the age of eighteen. It was one of the reasons I had been in a relationship that long with my ex-boyfriend because we both ...
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