All Chapters of My uncle, My mate: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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; "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; "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; "Where are you going tonight? You promised to stay with me!" As I picked up my keys, trying to be as calm as possible, Caroline held my check, coming to stand in front of me. She stood in nothing but a lingerie that barely covered the parts of her body. Unlike before where my body would have reacted to her seeing her like this, now, I felt nothing. Only lookin at her the same way I was going to look at a fellow male's body. "Caroline, not today!" Without another word, I moved her to the side, hurriedly walking out of the door. Thinking about the call I had gotten few minutes ago, my hands tightened on the wheels. "I shouldn't have let her go! I should have called her!" Yelling, I pounded my fists on the wheel, with my anger leaking out from me. Thinking back to a few minutes ago when I had just bring thinking about Aria, only to get a call from the hospital. Before she left, numerous scenarios of how I'd be called had flashed my mind but definitely

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