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; Hot tears fell from his eyes, each drop surprising me more than the previous. I couldn't deny the fact that there was no need for me to be feeling any sort of pity or whatnot, but the pain he poured out was just the right thing he needed to get a pitiful look from me. Was I feeling strangely in my heart? Was there the urge to just hug him to myself and give him the little love and good words I had? Of course. But I wasn't going to do just that. A trap or not, I wasn't going to soften up all because of this and act like nothing was wrong! No! Everything was wrong! Everything! "What should I do to make you forgive me?" He asked, not even sounding like he was crying, his voice only a tad bit hoarser than usual. Hearing this from him was like listening to a joke that wasn't funny in any way. "How about dying? Exchange your life for the baby's I lost? Maybe then, I'll finally know how to forgive you. If you can't do that at all, then don't bother asking me
Aria's pov; Ok, this was unexpected. The grabbing of the arm and then getting my hands raised up and then slammed against the wall? Rather than feeling pain, the only sound I recognised coming out of my mouth was a moan. A moan I was shameful about which I didn't even expect. "Good gracious! I've missed you!" Ronald groaned, his warm breath directly on my ear, causing me to shiver. It was the kind of shiver that only happened after getting cold water poured down your body. For a moment, my whole body was frozen in stock since his action had caught me off guard to the point where I couldn't properly digest this sudden act. "M...move," was the first word I managed to say after a long while of trying to regain my voice and sanity, telling myself not to be affected by his words and actions. After all, this was the best thing I could do for myself and my late child. "Our? How dare you say our? Our baby? Where were you when I needed your help? Where were you when I wa
Aria's pov; "Our baby, damn it! We lost our baby!" roared Ronald as my mouth opened and closed. I tried to find words to say. Words that I wished would come out of my mouth but they seemed to have a life of their own, hiding at the moment when I needed them the most. My words were even failing me now? What else was going to fail me aside from the people whose words I cared about and even myself? This was in every way laughable and I didn't realize I was being pulled like a toddler until a pain in my wrist snapped me back to reality. "Ouch!" hissing, Ronald's hand had tightened around my wrist, and the red marks that had formed were slightly obvious. His grip loosened in a blink, as if shocked by lightning. The air had become suffocating and so had the pain in my wrist. "I'm so sorry," his first apology caught me off guard and for a moment, I couldn't help but meet his gaze. The moment I did, ****** "Our baby, damn it! We lost our baby!" roared Ronald as my mou
Aria's pov; "Our baby, damn it! We lost our baby!" roared Ronald as my mouth opened and closed. I tried to find words to say. Words that I wished would come out of my mouth but they seemed to have a life of their own, hiding at the moment when I needed them the most. My words were even failing me now? What else was going to fail me aside from the people whose words I cared about and even myself? This was in every way laughable and I didn't realize I was being pulled like a toddler until a pain in my wrist snapped me back to reality. "Ouch!" hissing, Ronald's hand had tightened around my wrist, and the red marks that had formed were slightly obvious. His grip loosened in a blink, as if shocked by lightning. The air had become suffocating and so had the pain in my wrist. "I'm so sorry," his first apology caught me off guard and for a moment, I couldn't help but meet his gaze. The moment I did,****** "Our baby, damn it! We lost our baby!" roared Ronald as my mouth opened
Aria's pov; He was the last person whose presence I wanted at the moment. His sudden interruption only confirmed one thing - he was hiding the truth of things from me. The truth that there was more to know about myself than they were telling me. Was this supposed to be funny? No. Was I laughing? Another no but one thing was sure - Ronald was at all cost trying to protect me from finding out a secret and it was about time I knew what that was. "Say it, old woman. What do I have to know?" Ignoring Ronald was always going to be the best decision to be making since the moment he decided to hide a secret which I was supposed to know. "No!..." yelled Ronald, slamming his hands on the table, causing me to momentarily jump back, speechless as ever. "You don't need to know anything more than you already do. I'll be answering any other questions you have for now. Come, let's take a walk..." Ronald didn't give off the feeling that he was ready to be questioned nor did he seem like he wan
Aria's pov; My eyes kept darting to the little girl in the group photo, standing with a cheeky smile on her face. For some reason, she felt familiar and it was as if I knew who she was. The old woman seemed not to be joking again and even the smile she had on was long gone. In its place was a serious look- one that showed she was ready to say things I wasn't even aware of and knowing this, I was filled with so much anticipation. "Don't fret. Soon enough, you'll understand all I'm talking about. Tell me, from which age do your memories start?" I let her questions sink in, but was just as quick to think of the answer. Come to think of it, I never really remembered childhood memories even if just one. Nothing came to mind and the memories I remember only probably started from when I was still seeing my father still healthy for about a year. Thereafter, the memories seemed to have disappeared into nowhere and then jumping straight to when he became bedridden. The memories I had
Aria's pov; "Should you?" One thing I was beginning to hate now was getting questions than answers to what I needed good replies to. Despite how fun the old woman had been, to me, there was no doubt about how annoying she was since my questions were never fully answered. I would have sworn she was doing this intentionally but I continued to hold on to the false hope that maybe, genuinely, she had no idea about what was going on. But then, was my question that difficult to understand? "Are you going to answer me or you're just going to keep asking me more questions everytime I ask one?" I snapped, finally having enough of her push back questions. It was one thing to be friendly and it was another thing to know how to push questions back to the questioneer with a smile. The old woman played both roles perfectly that it was difficult to even suspect her for a second. "Silly lady. You don't have to look like that. I would answer your questions in due time. It's only ju
Aria's pov; "Old woman? Who are these kids?" Still unable to take my eyes off the kids smiling broadly in the photo book, I asked. My eyes kept going back to the tiny female that stood in front, unashamedly in tears with a boy who looked no more than ten years old hugging her to himself with a concerned look. I would have sworn the younger boy in the picture was Orion when he was still young but there was a part of me that was left to have this feeling of doubt. "Who do you think you know there?" With the mysterious smile on her face, the old woman answered my question with a question of hers. As if the answer was on the photo book, I stared at it more intensely, with the hope that maybe, just maybe the answer would miraculously appear and the weird feelings in my chest could disappear as soon as possible. A big lie! That was what I knew it was, but it still couldn't be helped that I was just hoping for this. "No one, I guess. Do I know anyone here? It seems like I do
Aria's pov; "Dear, do I know you?" If it wasn't for the smile on the old woman's face, I would have thought she was serious about the question she threw back at me. The remorse I had been feeling after calling her an old woman was soon thrown out of the window. Oh, seems like the old woman knew how to crack jokes! I couldn't help the smile that spread on my face, my left eyelash twitching. "What is it do you want? You know this place should be off-limits for tonight, don't you?" still smiling, she threw this question at me and I was left to wonder how everything had switched all of a sudden from being smiley to suddenly asking a question that totally took me off guard. "Huh?" I managed to ask dumbly, not even trying to hide a thing or act like I didn't understand her question. Well, was there really a need to? After all, it was out in the open and as clear as day. What was there to hide again? It just didn't make sense and neither was I ready to tell a lie about it
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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