Starting over

Chapter Six: Starting Over.

Arya raised a brow, how’d he know if he was an amazing person? Or was he just speaking as a relationship counselor?

 “Well, I bet he is. He is my sister’s friend and also Mr. Dean’s friend so he’d be a nice guy, I hope.” She said.

 “Anyway, let’s assume he is, you’d need to be comfortable around him. Let your body gradually adopt the lifestyle. Be honest about your feelings.” He enumerated.

 Arya’s eyes were on his veiny hands as he took out a finger for each point he made. She pursed her lips and nodded. “I will take that part slow.”

 Mr. Wade paused but then shrugged.

 “You know anything about wedding dresses and clothes for rich people? I'll need a hint or two on it.”

 “I am very open to help you shop for it.” Mr. Wade offered. Arya’s eyes widened. He would shop for her? What if he met his girlfriend in the mall? Wouldn’t that give her a bad label?

 “I certainly can’t do that to you. Or is it part of your job description?” she asked, politely.

 “Personally, I know marriage can be hectic. I am planning one myself so I will be more than willing to help you get some things. Do you have a clue on his favorite color?” he got up.

 She smiled, getting up with him. He was really nice to be willing to help. “I hope the marriage you’re planning works out fine. And no, I know nothing about this man likes.”

 “Let’s go for something more general and feminine then. Something you’d like and be comfortable in.” he proffered. She nodded, and they both walked out of the café.

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 (At the Stark’s living room)

Aunt Jenna and Mr. Ernest Stark were seated in front of Butler Jim, who had his hands on his laps, staring at the two.

 “This marriage will be a secret. The CEO doesn’t want to publicize it. He isn’t very interested in marriage but will try his best to make your daughter comfortable.”

 Aunt Jenna smirked. “He need not try so hard, Arya can handle anything. I am only glad he accepted her.” Mr. Stark affirmed with a nod.

The Butler’s forehead creased. They didn’t care about their daughter being comfortable? What kind of parents were they? But then, selling their daughter did speak so much of what they were.

 He decided to go ahead with Sir Damien’s plan of making the parents think he would be a horrible husband. That way, they’d leave Arya alone, assuming she was in a horrible marriage.

 “Very well then. The contact will be signed by the girl at court in few days time. His secretary will stand for him as he won’t be around even by next week.”

 Mr. Stark blinked twice, remembering he had informed Arya something contrary but he brushed it off. The most important thing was, she was getting married to a rich man.

 “I believe he’d let us call her from time to time, right?” Mr. Stark asked, he needed to know he could take money from his daughter when need be.

 “I am afraid not. She’d be his housewife and will do everything according to his command. It will be stated in the contract.” Butler Jim replied.

 Aunt Jenna and Mr. Stark glanced at each other and exhaled. “We understand.”

 The Butler stretched his hand and gave a file. “Sign here, the both of you, so the understanding can be imprinted.”

 They both did. The Butler left shortly.

 “Bottom line is, Arya and Anna are officially out of our lives.” Aunt Jenna sighed. “We didn’t get to gain from Anna but I have my eyes on her.”

 “Forget that one, her boyfriend is a military man, you don’t want to mess with him, my love.” Mr. Stark warned, resting on the arm chair.

 Aunt Jenna smiled, seductively hearing him call her ‘my love’. She snuck closer to him and laid on his chest. His wide eyed dilated due to the touch.

 “Yes, I should forget them.” She agreed. “Finally we can have each other to ourselves alone and fear no judgement.”

 “I never feared judgement. There was nothing about my marriage to their mother. You were the only one I loved. I was never happy.”

 Aunt Jenna closed her eyes and nodded. “Yes, and I’m sorry I married. I assumed you’d move on and I should too. I ended up trapping myself with a jerk.”

 “Forget him. We agreed to never speak of him again.” Mr. Stark raised his voice. Jenna made an ‘hmm’ sound and laid quietly on him.

Her hands began to trace on his chest. “I do have a daughter though. One who doesn’t have bad memories lingering about her.” She

 “The daughter of that abuser…” he scoffed.

 “My daughter, as well. She barely knew her father and grew up under me so she became a better version of both he and myself.” She interrupted, quickly.

 “Shouldn’t we be starting over? Without our children?”

 She rubbed on his thighs, making him moan. “My daughter is less of a problem than yours.” She whispered with a sultry voice in his eyes.

 “And who said we hadn’t started over? Before my sister died, we got together and will be always together now she and her descendants are gone.” She put her hands into his trousers. “It’s my duty to replace them.”

 As she stroked his member, he moaned pleasurably. “Jenna, my love, you aren’t replacing them.”

 She frowned, having a stronger grip on the member.

 “They never meant anything to me as you’ve always been my number one. You are only taking back your position in my life.” He raised his head and looked in her eyes.

 They were sparkling with love and lust, and excitement. He kissed her forehead. “Just stay by myside and don’t attempt to leave, that’s all I ask.”

 Jenna, still holding his member, pulled him up from the arm chair. “It’s my pleasure to be by your side.”

 Slowly, they began undressing themselves and got into a heated sexual intercourse.

 At the kitchen, the door was only half opened and saw a small candle glowed and illuminated the small room.

 Anna walked away from the wall, she’d been resting on, watching and hearing the conversation between her aunt and father.

 Her eyes brimmed with tears. Her father wasn’t just a horrible father, he was a horrible husband and man, as well. All those nights he came home late, he spent it with her aunt?

 She remembered her mom sometimes calling her sister to complain on her husband being late. Aunt Jenna usually consoled her and said it was work.

 Anna wiped the tear that rolled down away. “You two will pay for this.” she mouthed. She dragged the box she had come to collect.

Her mother’s cookery items that were passed on from generation to generation. These was supposed to be either hers or Aunt Jenna’s, but she now realized that she had no intention to make that woman happy.

 She looked at the un-replied but seen text she sent to her sister. Her little Arya was going through so much, she’d spare her these discovery.

 “Oh, yes!! End me!! Yes!” she head her aunt moan. She rolled her eyes and walked out of the kitchen, box in hands.