Aria's pov; If you were to ask me years back that how did I picture how my first time making live was going to be, then I was ready to tell you a lengthy story about it. I was prepared to even given out details that were never true but I hoped was going to come true. Each and everytime I had painted images in my head, there happened to be a point where a gentle tweak was going to happen and there after, there was a possibility of everything changing, like a whole new scene. As I sat back on the recliner chair, thinking about the past of the thoughts I had back then when I had no idea that things like this wasn't going to happen, a smile spread on my face just thinking about it. What had I pictured my first time with my lover was going to be? At that period, most ladies my age had all had their fair share of what sex was but yet, there I was, in a whole new fantasy of mine. I had prioritized having these thoughts over going out to experience them myself and then Cole came. O
Aria's pov; The next morning, it was another day that slowly passed without the hope of hearing from Ronald. After my first accidental heat, every attempt and expectation that he was going to be cool to talk to now was buried right beneath the floor where it wasn't going to be visible to anybody. My thoughts about Cole yesterday had been in a spiral moment- happened when I was feeling too disoriented to think. Now that I was forced to wake up in a situation where my classes were going to begin just ten minutes after, there was not much time I have to think about things as unnecessary as this. "How could I have slept in to that point?" rushing into the bathroom, I hissed, scolding myself along the way. Day by day, It was becoming harder to carry my body since it seemed like I had suddenly gained more weight. Refusing to waste any further time thinking about something that was going to be no doubt entirely my fault, I ran to the bathroom, rushing to take my bath. After all
Aria's pov: "Haaaaaa!" A scream from Esmeralda was all I needed to know how much she was disgusted. Unfortunately, there was no way I could have stopped the bile rising from my throat, up until the moment I spat it out. "S...so...sorry," I said in between gasps of breath. My attempt at trying to hold back from spilling out my guts had ended up in nothing but a total failure. The intriguing part was that I felt no remorse doing this to her. "B*tch! How dare you? Do you know how much my clothes is?" she hissed, readily glaring at me like she was about to tear down whatever it was I had on. "I can give you a change of clothes inside, if you don't mind," I said in the best way and as apologetic as I could. If anything, there was something about the way she kept staring at me, even with her messed up clothes that gave me an intuition that she was up to nothing good. Esmeralda stared back at me, smirking and then pulling her lips to the side in a way that said she had only f
Aria's pov; The hospital had never been so congested in my life than I felt like it was. If you could call the very few nurses around, and the visitors as congested, then once again, the hospital was congested even with its wide range. Sitting in the reception for just five minutes felt longer than the entire time I've spent waiting in a reception office in my life. Remembering the look Esmeralda gave me right before she zoomed off, leaving the smoke dust from her car to wash over me, I found it difficult to maintain my cool. "Please," I whispered to no one in particular, while jutting my legs up and down on the floor, wishing I was in a dream that I'd wake up from very soon. Reality was slapping far harder than I'd like it to, with the strong smell of drugs and the usual disinfectants in hospital, it made it seem more real, even going as far as reminding me of what I didn't want to know or be reminded about. I changed positions, sitting upright and spread my legs bef
Aria's pov; All of my prayers and even my hope had ended up as nothing but mere words. The small envelope in my hand made it more real and each time I tried to deny myself of accepting the truth, the bold positive sign of the pregnancy test I took was all I needed to remind me again. "This better be a joke!" I said to myself for the hundredth time while dragging my feet out of the hospital. I no longer had the power and strength to me to do a single thing. Long forgotten was the class I was supposed to have this morning and now, my only thoughts was just on what I was supposed to do in my current situation. As it stood, no idea of such was in my head and I was too disorganised to even walk properly. A good number of times, I had bumped into people, earning a few weird looks and the others, a few insults. I had no idea when I began to squeeze the test paper in my hand and neither did I care because as it was, just when I thought I could finally achieve everything I've alw
Aria's pov; The sun had already gone back to its hiding place and the moon had already begun to show by the time I finally made my way out of the pack. Thanks to the stranger who saved me, I finally managed to be able to calm myself. If anything, I knew what I wanted now and the choice I was going to make. I flagged down a cab, my chin raised and my shoulders squared. "Where to?" the driver asked as soon as I sat. "Here's the address," I answered, handing him a paper I had scribbled some things in. On it was Ronald's address which I manages to remember after hours of battling with myself. I couldn't help but squeeze my bag tightly in my hand, peeping at the small envelope stuffed in it. My mind wandered, with thoughts of what his reaction might be once he hears the news I was bringing to him . Was he going to be happy? This much I already knew because time and time again, he had made it a daily song for me to remember how we were related. He was my uncle and I was his
Aria's pov; I know you must be screaming for me to just turn back, that I didn't deserve to see whatever it was that was happening in the room. The room? Looking at it now, it was the same room I had only just packed out of and this made whatever I was beginning to feel hurt the more. "Alphaaaaa!" Caroline screamed again just as moans and groans filtered out of the room into my ears. I had expected every sort of thing when I chose to come back to this place to talk to Ronald but this was never in my list of the things to expect. Not only was I getting my heart broken into pieces but to hurt me more, it was happening right in the room which I had just vacated. A clear way to show me I wasn't respected. No! No! It's still too early to judge. It might not be really what you think. I assured myself with a smile and a nod of my head. It was the only way I could give the courage to myself to keep on walking and confirm with my naked eyes. After all, one couldn't really t
Aria's pov; "Ha ha ha!" For the hundredth time, I forced out series of laughter with my eyes glued on the monitor, pretending to be intrigued by the movie that had been on repeat for the past days. If you were to ask me what the storyline was, I definitely do not know but all I'm aware of is that the background noise was helping to cover up my sob noises. It was the best I could go for to avoid others coming to knock on my door every minute. After all, I was staying in a secluded corner of Z club and making noise was definitely out of the options I had. Daisy, being the ever supportive lady I had known her to be had tried coming to cheer me up in the past week but nothing she did worked. To make matters worse, ever since I had gone back to Ronald's place, intending on surprising him with this news, and in turn I had been the one to leave there surprised and heartbroken, I haven't heard from him again. If that was the only issue, then I might not have said anything but ins
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 hi
ARIA'S POV; I stepped into Damien's room, feeling a mix of nerves and anticipation. Every bit of confidence I had before stepping into his home crumpled in an instant. I wasn't sure what to expect, but I was determined to learn. Damien closed the door behind me and gestured to the pole in the center of the room. "Okay, first things first, we need to get you comfortable with the pole." I was glad there was no form of talk or awkward discussion and we were just going to get right into it. I nodded, my eyes fixed on the shiny metal rod. Damien walked over to me and handed me a pair of high heels. "Put these on. You'll need to get used to dancing in them." I took the shoes and slipped them on, feeling the familiar click of the heels on the floor. Damien nodded in approval. "Good. Now, let's start with some basic moves." I was glad I had chosen to put on a trouser and a crop top before coming here and to avoid me being in an awkward situation. I pulled off my jacket, handin
Aria's pov; "Look me in the eyes and say all you just said now and I promise I'd let you go and would never appear in your sight again," said Ronald, tightening his hand around while but the seriousness in his voice and the air being thick with tension was the only thing that reminded me not to push this further than I already have. I didn't have to turn to look at him to know he was dead serious and this itself was like being monitored and my hands being tied together, unable to do a thing. "Aria, look me in the eyes and say all you just said again and I swear it, I'll let you go," said Ronald for the second time in all seriousness. My hand which I was just about to pull out of his remained frozen, different thoughts and scenarios running through my head. There were only two ways to this thing. If I truly wanted him out of my life and only claimed him to be a buyer, then by all means, I ought to let him go. Instead, I couldn't find myself doing that and it was as if I co
ARIA'S POV; I've always had a thing with laying on the bed and then closing my eyes, fully aware of my surroundings. As best as I could, it was a coping mechanism of shutting myself out from the things I had to face after waking. The smell of disinfectant and drugs hadn't been familiar since the past month when I didn't have to visit my father in the hospital again. I let my eyes remain closed, only letting my ears do the work of figuring out our surroundings and my nose also do a bit of work. Aside the strong smell of disinfectant, there was the scent of Ronald. My stomach flipped just strong fingers I knew belonged to him gently squeezed mine. The last time I had seen him was when he had waved me off to the club and Caroline asking him about an adoption he was yet to tell her. Curious as to what he was going to say while I pretended to be asleep, I laid unmoving, letting his hand squeeze mine in reassurance while trying not to react to the spark between us. There
ARIA'S POV;I walked through the school gates, feeling a mix of emotions. It happened to be my first day back after the accident, and I was nervous about seeing everyone again, not knowing whether the news had spread already.My mind went back to the brief meeting I had with the dean of my faculty earlier this morning. It was a letter reminding me about the part of my tuition fee I had to pay. “Aria Marblemaw, opportunities like this are rare. So, I suggest you try to meet up as best as you can. The college has helped you enough to the best of its abilities and now, you'll have to do the same,” the dean had said to me and every one of her words hit a certain part of me that had pushed me into picking this college and coming here in the first place, far away from home. Thankfully, my mother had gone back home, leaving me to continue my job back at the club but unlike before where the profit had seemed enough, now, I became aware of how behind I was. As I made my way to my lecture ha
KHALEESI’S POV; Darkness slowly carried me and I willingly let it, too weak to fight against it. Shadows floated above me and I fought for my consciousness, hoping to bring myself out of whatever state this was. Forcing my eyes open, I closed them back immediately, trying to get used to the sudden brightness that almost blinded me. I forced them open again, only to see shadows swimming at the edges of my vision, their hands stretching out to me as if asking me to come. Their hands were spread out towards me, inviting me and immediately, I tried to force my eyes open. “Ah!” With a loud gasp, i sat up on the bed, my eyes flew open, my back cold with sweat and a creepy feeling crawling up my spine. The cold that slowly washed over me was none like no other and the odd scent of burning wood happened to wake my senses. Staring around me, the first thing that came in sight was a small traditional pot with a small fire burning at the middle. Slowly, I let my eyes roam towards the
Aria's pov; If you were to ask me years back that how did I picture how my first time making live was going to be, then I was ready to tell you a lengthy story about it. I was prepared to even given out details that were never true but I hoped was going to come true. Each and everytime I had painted images in my head, there happened to be a point where a gentle tweak was going to happen and there after, there was a possibility of everything changing, like a whole new scene. As I sat back on the recliner chair, thinking about the past of the thoughts I had back then when I had no idea that things like this wasn't going to happen, a smile spread on my face just thinking about it. What had I pictured my first time with my lover was going to be? At that period, most ladies my age had all had their fair share of what sex was but yet, there I was, in a whole new fantasy of mine. I had prioritized having these thoughts over going out to experience them myself and then Cole came
Aria's POV; Today was supposed to be my father's burial, where I was supposed to peacefully lay him to rest without any worry but instead, my mind was more on something else. Deep down, I was curious as to how none of my father's relatives had been introduced to me up until his death. A sudden flash of the adoption documents I had accidentally found in my father's drawer came into my mind. Was he adopted? Is that why I haven't seen any of his relatives? Every attempt to ask my mother had been futile since she was still in mourning, finding it hard to cope with the loss of her husband. “Are you going to be fine? You only just entered college, and now, you have to bear this brunt and carry this on your shoulder,” one of the neighboring people I've always known said with a small squeeze on my shoulder. She bent a bit, seeing as I was a few inches taller than her, before taking my hand into hers. Staring into her watery eyes, once again, the bitterness and pain I had be
Aria's POV; Today was supposed to be my father's burial, where I was supposed to peacefully lay him to rest without any worry but instead, my mind was more on something else. Deep down, I was curious as to how none of my father's relatives had been introduced to me up until his death. A sudden flash of the adoption documents I had accidentally found in my father's drawer came into my mind. Was he adopted? Is that why I haven't seen any of his relatives? Every attempt to ask my mother had been futile since she was still in mourning, finding it hard to cope with the loss of her husband. “Are you going to be fine? You only just entered college, and now, you have to bear this brunt and carry this on your shoulder,” one of the neighboring people I've always known said with a small squeeze on my shoulder. She bent a bit, seeing as I was a few inches taller than her, before taking my hand into hers. Staring into her watery eyes, once again, the bitterness and pain I had been desp