Chapter 4- Emotions run wild

Ariana’s Pov

As soon as I left the dance floor, I angrily returned home as it was already nightfall. Where my mother had stayed before all these, as soon as I stepped into the house I was fretted by packed boxes and missing furniture. My mother had given out then more all our belongings away.

I sighed as I shed the dress, I was so exhausted and I couldn’t get a particular annoying face out of my head. I made my way to my room, as I had packed all my belongings and left only my bed. As soon as I got there I collapsed onto the bed.

A sudden shake pulled me from my slumber and I woke to see that it was totally morning and my mother was standing before me her eyes filled with anger.

Sitting up, I glanced at her to see she was fully dressed, which meant she had just arrived properly to scold me.

“Good morning, Mum,” I greeted, but her frown indicated she was pissed off and I knew this wasn’t going to be a pleasant conversation

"How dare you," she snapped,

"How dare I what?" I shot back at her, Her response was a sharp slap across my face, leaving me surprised, pain shot through my whole body due to her slap.

"You humiliated the family by leaving so abruptly, not only did you leave Damien on the dance floor, you made a show” she accused me as she glared at me.

“I did nothing, I only left because I was exhausted and I needed to lay my head” I replied while holding my cheek, as I glared up at her.

“You have no right to slap me, mum, I did nothing” I added with anger, but she brushed it off, pulling out her phone to show me a damning article – "Billionaire's Stepdaughter Unhappy About Her Mother's Union."

I stared at the article in shock, I tried to speak but couldn't find the words. This was my life now, I was now a billionaire’s daughter.

"You could have at least pretended to be happy for me, Ariana, I know you're unhappy about the whole arrangement but it is for our good," my mother scolded, glaring at me.

“Your good mother, not mine. I am contended where I am” I said back and she rolled her eyes at me.

“Oh please, you ungrateful brat. your action will now be monitored by the general public and I wouldn’t have you ruin this for me not now or ever. So you will be coming with Us to Newyork” she said and I looked at her in shock.

“What?” I said as I stood from the bed, I had it all figured out for myself. I had rented a cheap apartment and had gotten a job as a waitress I couldn’t have her ruin this for me.

“Oh you heard me right, I spoke to Brian and he is willing to let your actions go, but you will need to be monitored to avoid destroying the good name of this family. You will move to New York with us and you will be given a job at The Blacks Cooperation. This is a rare opportunity” she concluded.

“Why are you doing this? Why force me into a life I don't want?" I pleaded, desperation seeping into my voice.

Her eyes, cold and unmoved, met mine as she replied, "This is for your good girl, how would it look if you were here struggling for a few pounds I am living my dream life."

“They would soon see you for who you are and I wouldn’t be there when you get dragged down for being a gold fucking digger,” I said and she raised her hand to slap me again but I held it in the air as she stared at me with so much hate.

"Don't ruin this for me, or I swear I will kill you." She replied and she dragged her hands away from me.

“You have no choice but to come with us, you have five minutes to prepare” she added as she walked out of my room her heels clicking on the floor.

As she stormed out, my mind raced. I knew she was right on one point, if the Blacks had agreed to give me a job then I would have to work for my own money, and in a few months, I would have earned enough to be independent.

Rushing up I put on my hoodie and my jeans. And rushed to join my mother in the SUV parking right in front of our yard.

I settled into the car beside my mum, judging by her expression I could tell she was going to ignore me,

I leaned back in my seat, gazing out of the window. The scenery passed in a blur, and when I became bored I settled back, relaxing on the back of the chair and closing my eyes, trying to remember when everything in my life seemed so normal and not rushed.

After what seemed like only a few moments, the car came to a stop. I sat up, expecting to see the familiar facade of the hotel, but the surroundings were different. No, it wasn't a hotel. The noise around me indicated we were at an airport and so did the large planes that came into my line of sight. Confusion crept over me.

My mother swiftly exited the car without a word, and I followed, trying to keep pace with her fast footsteps.

Catching up, I questioned, "Mum, why are we here?" She scoffed, dismissing my question, "I thought I told you we were going to New York." She replied to me while looking straight ahead.

“What!” I can’t leave yet, I thought you were going to give me a little time to pack up my stuff and say bye to my friends.” I replied, I couldn’t just leave without saying goodbye to Freya and I had some valuables back at home.

“Stop all this nonsense, whatever you had you will get double once we land,” she said dismissing me

Before I could respond to her I spotted the jet which I assumed would take us to New York.

As we approached a private jet, I caught a glimpse of Damien engaged in conversation with a man in a sleek suit. He looked remarkably handsome, his presence commanding attention, and looking at him brought back memories of that forbidden night we had. When our eyes met, he smirked, and I quickly averted my gaze. I knew I had to stop whatever I was feeling to avoid a complicated situation.

As I shifted my focus, I realized my mother was in the arms of her newly wedded husband. Their embrace seemed genuine, they leaned into each other as they kissed, but I looked away, feeling like an outsider.

Once they were done, my mother whispered something into Brian’s ear and I could see him look at me.

Brian approached, extending a friendly hand. "I am Brian. It's good to meet you officially," he said with a warm smile. I never got to officially meet Brian, my mother had announced to me a week ago that she would be getting married and it was my first time meeting him, I could tell he was indeed a nice man but how he had fallen for someone like my mother will still be a mystery to me.

I could see my mother glare at me as if daring me to mess up, I put on my forced smile as I shook hands with Brian.

“It’s nice to meet you too Mr Brian” I responded.

“Ahh don’t do that, feel free to call me dad.” He said with a gentle smile but I froze at his words, the memory of calling someone dad echoed in my brain, I could remember always staying up at night waiting for my father to come home, when he did he would come with candy, in many nights when my mother was out my father would stay up with me and we will have a tea party.

Trying to maintain composure, I smiled at Brian. I could tell he didn’t know anything about my mother’s love life if he did, maybe that would change his mind.

“Now that’s settled, join me inside, I would’ve to get to know you,” he said as he held my hands and made his way up the stairs of the jet. I could see my mother’s silent gaze warning me to behave as I followed Brian into the luxurious plane.

Soon I was Seated on a plush couch, I observed Damien and my mother entering the jet. Damien took a seat opposite me and greeted, "Hi, sister," accompanied by a mischievous smirk, his handsome face did a thing to me as I could feel memories flash again in my head, his smirk widened and I knew he knew what he's doing.

I mustered a polite response, "Hi."

“Oh don’t mind her, once she gets to know you she will open up the more she is just shy” my mother opted in as she let out a laugh and Brian joined in.

“Oh I can’t wait to get to know her too, I can tell she can be so wild when she wants to” he replied as his smirk grew, I knew he was teasing me with what he had done a few days ago.

“Let the poor girl breathe Damien” Brian opts in as he picks a drink from the plane attendant.

I could feel myself getting wet down there again, his face in front of me, his veiny arms that seemed so good in his suit, and his long legs that were starched out in front of me got me breathing hard. Without thinking I turned to the flight attendant and asked.

“Can you show me the way to the bathroom please?” I asked gently and she smiled and said.

“This way” she replied.

Without thinking or sparing him a glance, I stood up and strolled after the flight attendant, she soon showed me a bathroom that was attached to a room.

I rushed in and I shut the door behind me. My hands immediately went to my jeans as I took them down to my knees, my panties were soaked and I breathed hard. I couldn’t understand why I was craving or getting wet for someone that I hated.

Spreading my legs open, I inserted my middle finger into my pussy as I began fucking myself with my fingers, the memories of what he had done to be that night seemed to be all I could think of as I fingered myself.

The way he ate my pussy that day and the way his cock thrust into me time after time had been orgasming. As soon as I was done.

I did my business as I relaxed on the walls of the bathroom, I knew what I was doing was wrong but why did my sexual desires wake when I was with him? I know no one has ever touched me like he has, but I knew what we had would never happen again.

As soon as I opened the door, my eyes fell on a certain figure that was on the bed, as soon as he turned to face me, he gave me his signature smirk.

“So much for using the bathroom eh,” he said and I could feel the color drain from my face, judging by the smirk on his face I could tell he heard everything.