Married To My Ex's Uncle

Christabel's POV

I was at the bar, half drunk. I began to remember what had happened hours ago. 

My boyfriend, Joan, had suddenly become my ex and I had to drink my pain away. The only thing that could solve this was alcohol and I was going to take as much as possible.

It was only a matter of time when a male stranger joined me where I sat. It was a private meeting for those of us and minutes into our discussion, I broke in tears as I still remembered how Joan had broken up with me hours before this incident. This was unexpected.

“Take a chill pill…” the stranger said to me carefully. “It's and believe me, you will be fine. Time will heal you!”

I was frustrated.

“How do you know that? I don't think I will forget this…” I continued to cry. “I don't think I will ever…”

He stopped me from talking by sealing my lips with one of his fingers. I was half drunk and I couldn't see properly but still, I could tell that he was handsome.

Captivating!

“Keep it cool…’’ he said slowly. “If you think time won't heal, I think I know something that can heal for a while. It will make you feel better!”

“What's that?” I found myself asking after he had stopped to seal my lips. “Alcohol won't! I am drinking now and I'm still sad!”

He smiled at me.

“I know…” he said slowly. “Are you up for some heart mending sex? Let's have a one night stand! You will definitely feel better.”

I considered this with my heartbroken heart. Yes, I needed this. It might just be all I needed to mend my broken heart.

He led me into the hotel room as I was feeling quite nervous, lightheaded, and dazed. Upon entering the room with me, he pounced on me and began to kiss me roughly.

I responded as well and at this point, I was in a different world here.

My hands were around his neck as I pulled him in further for a deeper kiss while his hands were around my waist. I felt him touch my ass slowly and began to squeeze it.

This was so nice.

I could feel goosebumps begin to gather all over my skin. We were still fully clothed yet I was already on cloud nine.

I watched as he took more control. He led me to the bed and pushed me on the bed. He was quite rough and I loved this. To me, rough guys were more masculine and sexually desirable.

He began to remove his clothes. He removed his shirt and threw it away to a corner of the room. I could barely see his face clearly but I could see his muscular build. Right there, I felt like nibbling on his muscular chest just like a man would do to a woman's breasts.

As he approached me, I was ready to give myself to him totally. Slowly, he undressed me. I had a gown on and the first thing he did was to remove the gown from my body while teasing my thighs with his fingertips. It almost made me run wild.

In fact, I didn't know when the gown came off. All of a sudden, I found myself only in my underwear.

He began to kiss me from the soles of my foot down to my legs and thighs and finally to my pussy. Once more, I didn't know when he got my panties off. He would always get me distracted when undressing me.

As he buried his head inside my pussy, I found myself moaning in pleasure. I grabbed his hair and drove my hands through it while pushing him further.

“Eat me!” I screamed.

He did just as I had requested. The last thing I could remember was me coming in orgasm as I squirted all over his face.

After this, I became unconscious.

I woke up the next morning with a hangover from the excessive alcohol I took the previous night. It was quite a painful experience.

And as I opened my eyes slowly, I was shocked to find out that I was not at home but at a hotel room. I was also naked.

It took me roughly three seconds to remember what happened the previous night.

Yes, I came to the hotel with a strange man whom I had a one night stand with. I tried to remember the face of this man but I couldn't. All I could remember was his muscular chest.

But that was alright. Having that memory would have been a burden.

I looked at myself more properly and discovered a mark on my left breast. On further check, I discovered it was a love bite. From what I remembered the other night, I still had my bra on when I got unconscious. I was sure he must have gone on to have sex with me despite me being unconscious.

Or wait, I could remember some bits of how he had sex with me. I could remember his depth.

That meant I wasn't fully unconscious. I had to be semiconscious.

I rubbed my hands over the love bite and this brought me to the memory of Joan, my ex-boyfriend who broke up with me the previous night. This was going to destroy my mood but then, a piece of paper stuck on the wall caught my attention.

I went to the wall and removed the note. It read:

“Thanks for the companionship! The hotel bills have been sorted out and to appreciate you, lift the pillow. I have an envelope there. Make sure you call me!”

I hissed.

I went to lift the pillow and truly, there was an envelope. I checked the envelope and found a thousand dollars as well as the stranger's card. I wanted nothing to do with him and this made me not to check it out at all.

Instead, I squeezed the card and threw it into the trash can.

I was glad that he sorted out the hotel bills and I was also happy about the thousand dollars. However, I was still worried as the man could have taken pictures of my naked body. I wondered what would happen if he turned out to be a blackmailer.

This was risky and I would never try it again. Not in this world or the next!

Also, a one night stand was supposed to last for a night and end. I wondered why the man left his card for me to call him.

I didn't know why and to settle this, I wondered and fantasized.

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A formal introduction? Yes, here is one. My name is Christabel Killian and I am actually an orphan with no family or roots. I grew up in the orphanage and at age eighteen, I was released to survive on my own.

I am currently twenty-five and it's still safe to say that I am very poor. Apart from being poor, I am also very weak and dependent. It was because of this level of vulnerability of mine that led me into having different romantic relationships.

Yeah, I am not a prostitute but still, I have a dirty past. I got disvirgined at nineteen by my first boyfriend who dumped me after he discovered I was a virgin. I almost died during my first sex with him and this made him chase me out of his house.

From there, I dated about twelve other men before I became twenty-four. I was very selective and all I wanted there was a man to support and give me shelter. I had no place to stay and I had to depend on my boyfriend's house. And yes, I had sex with every boyfriend I dated.

I am quite a bad girl, yes!

But my story isn't one for the weak. I had no roots or origin. I had no skills, education, or ability. I could do nothing but be a dependant.

When I turned twenty-four, I decided to change. I was ready to use my body once more to achieve my aims and that was when I met Joan.

He was a playboy and I knew but because of his wealth, I dived into a relationship with him. The relationship was productive as he rented an apartment for me and paid for four years. I could live there till I was twenty-eight.

But this came with a price. I had to attend to his sexual demands. At some point, I began to want more. I expressed myself to Joan and this was the end of it all.

He broke up with me when I was beginning to truly like him. I had managed with his cheating all through but still, he couldn't take only one plea into consideration.

Good or bad development?

Two weeks after I had a one night stand with a stranger, I was shopping at the mall when I saw a familiar face.

I had actually gotten a job at a restaurant. My job was to deliver chicken and pizza to the restaurant's customers. I did this with a motorcycle provided by the restaurant.

Anyway, I didn't know why but the face was a familiar one. I didn't know where we had met.

He also kept gazing at me. I felt uncomfortable and then focused on what I came to do. I came to get groceries and the prices had escalated. I literally had no money to afford it and when I was about to leave without buying a single thing, the man approached me.

“My name is Andre and I have been watching you for a while…” he said slowly with a smile on his face. “Pick whatever you want. I will pay!”

I am shameless, I know! I didn't even consider what he said. I accepted instantly with a loud “thank you”

Quickly, I went to buy everything I had planned to get before. I wasn't too greedy. Andre saw what I had taken and he told the staff at the mall to triple whatever thing I took. I couldn't be more overjoyed.

He paid for everything and when I ran to appreciate him, he turned to me and smiled once more.

I knew I had seen him before but I struggled to connect where I saw him.

“Thank you for your generosity,” I appreciated him regardless.

“It's nothing!” Andre replied. “Meanwhile, I have a deal for you, Miss. Christabel.”

“How do you know my name?” I asked plainly. I was quite surprised.

“I will pay you a million dollars if you agree to this deal!” Andre told me seriously while deliberately avoiding my last question. I didn't mind at all.

I was interested.

“What do I need to do?” I asked with my heart thumping loudly.

“All you need to do is…” Andre sighed.