THERE WAS NO STRIPPER

••AURELIA’S POV••

"Arghh!" 

I woke up that morning with a heavy headache as I winced to the lights coming in from the windows. It was morning already.

“Shit,” I muttered, turning away from the window just as my pussy stung and my legs vibrated in an odd way.

What had happened? I asked myself before holding my head and trying to sit up as I looked around to see my room in a mess.

How did I get here?

My thighs pressed together instinctively making me realise it's a bad idea.

A dull ache pulsed through my entire body immediately, that was when last night hit me.

The strange stripper. The party. Cecile. His dance. His mouth. His hands. The way he touched me like he already knew exactly what I liked.

Fuzzball.

My body still ached from everything he did to me last night.

Then panic hit me that we hadn’t used protection once, I had to take drugs or else I was about to have a baby for a man I don’t even know.

So many questions hit me at once like where did he go and who was he? But tha was to come later.

I rushed around my room arranging it and making sure nothing was stolen by this strange man as I noticed my phone buzzing on the nightstand.

I picked it up to see that it was from Oliver. 

I rolled my eyes. 'What did he want this time?'

He had called me more than twenty times giving me twenty missed calls.

Four years together and suddenly I couldn’t stand seeing his name on my screen.

His messages buzzed on my phone, my emails, my W******p, every social media we had each other on.

I had forgotten to block him after seeing Oliver on his knees for Derek. I grumbled remembering that nasty scene as I shook my head to remove it. 

Suddenly, I heard footsteps outside my door as I looked at the door to see someone trying to open it but failed to do so. Then the person banged on the door. 

“Come on Aury, open the door.” 

That was Cecile trying to talk to me to open the door. I took in deep breaths, then walked over to open it as I saw her there and she looked way too energetic for someone who’d spent the entire night partying.

She entered and looked around the room, sniffing the air just as I closed the door.

“Smells like sex in here. Someone had a wonderful time last night. Tell me everything I want to hear all of the details. Leave nothing out.”

I shook my head, holding my head to stop it from rolling over as a headache came again. 

“I think I need a drink. I have a headache. I need a healer, pain killer. I need everything that will remove this pain I’m feeling.”

She chuckled, “pain up there or down there?”

She said, looking down at my body full of hickeys as I shook my head then went to sit down at the edge of my bed.

“So who did you hook up with last night?” 

“I don’t remember.”

She looked at me in shock. “What do you mean you don’t remember?”

I shrugged. “I danced, I sang, I remember being with one guy… I don’t really know much about him. We headed to a hotel room to hit it off but somehow might have ended up here. I thought he was some kind of stripper…”

“Stripper?” she coughed. “Where did you find a stripper? There was no stripper the club.”

I stared at her, Cecile stared back and suddenly I felt a lot less hungover.

I raised a brow. 

“If there is no stripper then who the fuck did I sleep with?”

“How am I supposed to know? You tell me. You’re the one who said you found a stripper. I was looking for one, I couldn’t find any. I had to hook up with random guys. Lucky for me, the party was filled with horny people who was ready to hook up with anyone so it’s not really a loss. I hooked up with two guys but you,” she said, looking around my room to notice the mess. “You seem to have hooked up with one stranger who destroyed down there. Tell me who it is. I wanna hear everything.”

But for me details were fuzzy. I couldn’t tell her anything. 

“All I know is that he has silver hair and I paid him and that’s all.”

“You paid him!” She exclaimed. “Awesome. Let’s check the name of the account you paid it into. That way we can know his identity.”

“I gave him cash.”

Her face fell. I had not seen her that disappointed before.

“Great. Leave no paper trails. Right. Of course.”

“My father… he taught me to leave no paper trails when I’m dealing business with people that I don’t trust. People I don’t want back in my life.”

My phone buzzed again as I looked at it just to see the name Oliver on it. I cut the call then tossed it to the side.

“Are you okay? Do you need more parties?”

“I’m fine,” I said shaking my head. “I just need to have my bath and get ready for school but when I get back, I will have to meet Oliver because I need to call off this rubbish engagement that we have.”

She stared at me for a while, knowing that I was bothered by the whole thing happening. I gave her fake smile. 

“I said I’m fine. No need to bother about me. You should go ahead. I’ll join you later.”

She sighed, walking to stand by me as she leaned against my bed, “I know what it means for a man to cheat on you, but I don’t know what it means for a man to cheat on you with a man. To be honest that feels weird. So Oliver has been gay with Derek for the longest time and we knew nothing about it, especially you.”

“Cecile…”

“You are a Luna candidate. We are all royalty. He could have easily told you how he felt.”

I gave a small nod, “I may understand him for not telling me anything if it’s all about life or death situation, but this is not a life or death situation. This is him completely cheating on me with someone else. A man for that matter. Do you know what would happen if word of this gets out? I’ll be screwed. I couldn’t give him what a man could give him. He couldn’t even touch me all this time and I didn’t know it was because he was gay. I thought he was keeping me for marriage. That bastard.”

Saying it out loud somehow hurt more.

She was about to touch me when the bell rang as I looked to the door and looked at her.

“I have to get ready,” I said as she patted my shoulders and walked out.

I sat on the edge of my bed feeling sad before my wolf growled within me.

“Don’t let anything like this get you down,” it said as I got to my feet then smiled.

“You’re right. I’m not going to fall apart because of him. I’m not going to let him make me feel unwanted.”

With that as my mantra, I entered the bathroom to bathe as I noticed the mess. The broken mirrors, the shattered sink, the cum all over the walls. 

A flash of silver hair and his deep voice against my ear. “Good girl.”

Heat crawled up my neck so fast it embarrassed me.

“What the fuck did I do last night? And who the fuck did I fuck?”