ARIA'S POV;The evening air was heavy with the scent of raw food and worn-out silence. I sat at the counter, nursing a bowl of cornflakes, my eyes fixed on the blank wall ahead. My mind, however, was elsewhere, replaying the challenging encounter with Caroline and Ronald earlier that day. The way she had smiled, the way she had laughed, it all seemed so fake, so forced. I couldn't help but wonder what she was really after. Was it just about the rejection or the fact that she felt something was going on between Ronald and I? As I sat there, lost in thought, the sound of the door creaking open broke the spell. I turned to see my said uncle, Ronald, stumble into the kitchen. His eyes were glassy, his hair disheveled, and his smile lopsided. He was drunk, and I could tell it was going to be one of those nights I never thought I'd see. His cheeks were a painted shade of red that made him look funny, yet cute. I didn't say a word, hoping he'd just grab a glass of water and stumble off to
ARIA'S POV; The next morning, I was pumped up and ready to follow the map I had come up with before sleep took me to rest. Unfortunately for me, the kiss with Ronald last night had made it impossible for me to get the sleep I deserved and left me with the option of staring into blankness until my eyes couldn't keep up anymore. "I'm going out," I said to Caroline that morning before leaving the house. Not only was I awkward about being with her after I was almost caught last night, but I still wasn't pleased about her presence here. "Once I get a job, all of this would be over," were the words I used to console myself, feeling pumped to start seeking jobs I could do. Thirty minutes outside and I was starting to regret my decision. The various shops I had gone to claim not to be seeking workers and yet, they'd hire a lady with smaller chest than mine. It was true that my front side was bigger than the average women's size. As a result of this, it had been hard to see
ARIA'S POV; "Are you going to keep staring at my boyfriend?" I hadn't realised Esmeralda was right behind me not until she spoke harshly. In the few minutes I had previously gotten to know, I had easily realised she wasn't someone with the kind of character I'd enjoy. The moment I stared at her, I could see daggers flying from her eyes, straight at me and only if it were real, I'd have been long dead by now. Even after hearing the grunts of pain behind me, I paid it no heed, refusing to be the one to break the stare between us. It was hilarious seeing as she was so prickly when the best she could have done was to not do anything. "Are you just going to keep acting like a b*tch everytime we meet?" This question slipped past my mouth, leaving me with no chance to stop it. Judging by Esmeralda's reaction, she had also been caught off guard. Her mouth went open and then closed repeatedly, raising a shaky index finger at me as she said helplessly, "You...you!" "How m
Ronald's POV; Every attempt at convincing myself that the kiss I had with Aria last night in the kitchen was a mistake had come to nothing but a total failure. The feeling of her soft lips on mine, with our tongues clashing, together with the warmth of her mouth only made me hard every second I thought about her. Staring down at the pile of scripts in front of me, I sighed for the hundredth time upon seeing the scribbled lines on it. A small crack and I stared at the broken pen in my hand, reminding myself of why I had to endure all of this once again. "You said you were going to join me for lunch but instead, you buried yourself in this office since the morning," Caroline's accusal finally had me raising my head after hours of burying my face in documents I still wasn't able to go through. Taking a quick look at the window, I marveled at how fast it had gotten dark. The subtle click of heels hitting the floor drew my attention back to Caroline again, only to see sh
ARIA'S POV; "It's okay, I don't bite," finally, the weirdo Damien had taken me to sit with at the corner finally spoke after minutes of us both staring at each other. I didn't know what it was but there was something off about the bald man in front of me. He gave off this weird vibe that seemed to tell me to run away from me and at that moment, it was clear, I didn't want to be here. But yet, here I was, sitting stuck up beside Damien who looked more relaxed with his legs crossed on the table. Since the moment he had stepped into the club with my hand in his, I didn't fail to notice how the gazes of everyone had subtly turned to us. It was scary and at the same time pleasing. "You sure do look like you're about to take a bite from her if she does speak," Damien answered for me, causing the strange man to chuckle. Together with the sound he made, there was the great warning once again for me to stay away from him. I let out a small laugh, avoiding eye contact with
ARIA'S POV; "Didn't you hear her? The lady said you should let her go." Now on his feet, Damien faced Ronald, with me in between them or more like in Ronald's arms, struggling to break free. I was glad Damien had chose not to say anything about Caroline's interruption, ignoring her as he should and from the vibes I was getting from her, she was greatly displeased by this. In Ronald's moment of surprise at Damien's confrontation, I took the opportunity to struggle out of his arms, immediately standing beside Damien, ready to stand my ground. Once again, I was glad for the loud music and drunken people in the club but there were still a few of them who were paying attention to us, or more like Ronald. His presence was hard to ignore and even before he had interrupted us, I managed to notice the drastic change in ambience in the club. It wasn't until he spoke up did I realise he was the one. The thought that he had come to this club together with Caroline, no doubt to
ARIA'S POV;Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and true to Rover's words, I was finally hired as a waitress in his club.With him being the manager and the owner of the club kept a secret, it was safe for everyone to address him as the one in charge of Z club. Ever since that night, I hadn't set my eyes on Ronald or even felt his presence. Repeatedly, I found myself almost going to ask Caroline but each reminder that I was going to leave here and finally throw aside these little feelings I was having for him stopped me from making such decisions. My phone buzzed, signaling the arrival of a text. Subtly, I threw a quick glance at the old female lecturer presently teaching, before picking up my phone. With a quick swipe of my fingers, I read the text from Rover that was just a reminder of the job I had taken on. Tonight was going to be the night I signed the contract and also the first day of my waitress job. Like Rover had also said, after my quick talk with him regarding
ARIA'S POV; "Over here!" A yell from the table at the corner of the club had me weaving my way through the crowd of drunk people. Anyone that dared to say being a waitress in a club was easy lied. I managed to clean the sweat on my face before it ruined my vision, hastily approaching the table that had called for me. "Here is your order. A martini and the rest of your orders," in a chirpy voice like I had practiced so many times, I set the tray of drinks on the table, smiling as best as I could. I gave a small nod, ready to leave but a hand wrapped around my wrist, stopping me. I turned behind to see one of the men who had been quiet since his group had gotten here. Every plan at cussing out the man who had dared to stop me immediately died down. Out of all his friends, he had been the most quiet one, not even telling me his order. "How may I help you? Is there anything else you need?" As gently as I could, I asked. Meanwhile, I didn't stop to indicate with my eyes
Ronald's POV: A hot sweaty mess, that was what she looked like while standing amongst the crowd of students. I had watched her fight her way to the front, even with the awareness that all eyes were on me and staring at her in times like this was only going to cause trouble. Still, it couldn't be helped that I kept having flashbacks of how she had screamed and moaned my name all through the night till dawn. Even the thought of it had my wolf steering awake and a certain part of me was ready to continue his spree. "Professor Ronald, we're all ears!" As expected, a starry eyed female yelled among the large number of students seated in the hall. "If you're not a part of my class, please leave and let seats be available for the ones who really have my class," I sighed, with this being my routine every time I had classes to take. This was the reason for the hatred some of the other lecturers had towards me as their students always made it a schedule to skip their classes
Aria's pov; Ever heard of the guilt that follows after the deed has been done? Exactly! That was what I was feeling the moment I tried to turn on the bed. The feeling of the soft material of the bedding embraced me, calling out to me and making me want to sink further into it. I dreaded having to open my eyes, knowing that Ronald was long gone since his scent was only faint. "Mtssss!" I hissed out as pain shot through my legs and waist as I tried to turn. My eyes readily flew open only for me to see how late in the day it was and I was only just waking. One couldn't blame me since I had been repeatedly pounded into throughout the entire night, until what looked like five in the morning before I was let go. "Let me take it that you enjoyed the night, didn't you?" a voice from behind me asked. Immediately, I sat upright, Leyton out a scream that accompanied my shock. "Haaaaa!" Turning properly to see who it was, I was ready to tear Rover into pieces but it was on
Aria'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