Seducing his uncle.

Her eyes locked into his. His face was familiar yet stranger. He was striking, sharp features dark hair- still damp. 

“What are you staring at?” he said, sipping coffee as if she were a nuisance. 

“You have sold your body for one night and I screw you. Take that money and leave. It has more than you have asked for." The man’s words stung her like a slap.

Aria's nostrils flared. Aria’s nose flared, her heart racing with anger and hurt. He thought she was a prostitute, but worse, his words reminded her of how men treated her mother. She stood tall, refusing to back down.

“Can you explain why you are allergic to women like me?” She gulped and dared to ask him. “If you think I’m disgusting for selling my body, aren’t you worse for buying it? Trading money for flesh?” Her words hit hard.

The man’s thick brows furrowed. No one dared to ask him anything like that, but before he could answer her, she placed the envelope on the table and without saying anything, she walked out by slamming the door. 

Aria couldn’t process what happened. She was still smelling raw and strong, it was perhaps that man’s semen. 

"Lantern Road, Eastbourne."

She took a cab and went home. She needed to wash him off, to erase his touch before it became a memory. But it was already too late—it had stuck in her head.

As soon as she got home, she rushed into her bathroom and scrubbed herself clean. It would take a few days for the hickey scars on her body to fade. She applied concealer to hide them.

Just then, her phone started ringing. She saw it was Peter calling. She didn’t go to his room last evening. And now he must be calling her for a final break up with her. 

"Hello..." Her lips trembled. 

"Aria, where are you?" Now he was sober and talking nicely as usual. 

"I'm at home.”

"Actually, I want to apologize to you. Whatever I said and did last night, I am very ashamed of it. I got drunk, and so did Khloé. The kiss wasn’t intentional..” Peter was speaking, His words made her feel even worse. “We both love each other, and It’s not a relationship that would end with a little argument.” 

Aria’s throat tightened. How could she tell him that after he left, she stumbled into a stranger’s room and slept with him?

"I need to talk to you. Can we meet this evening?" Aria asked, her hands turning cold.

"Yes, of course. Let's meet at the East Park restaurant this evening." Peter hung up.

Aria took a deep breath. She knew Peter would say some harsh things to her.

But she didn't want to hide the truth from him. She changed her clothes and took a book out of her bag to read. It was the only way for her to escape the reality of the world and divert her mind. Whenever she felt depressed, she would lose herself in a book, entering a different world.

Suddenly, there was a loud knocking on her room door, so forceful it felt like it might break.

"Open the door... Aria... Open the door..."

The shouting from outside made Aria's body tremble. And behind that, she could hear someone trying to calm down the person knocking.

"Calm down, Mark, your blood pressure is rising. Don't ruin your health for that foolish girl."

The longer the door remained closed, the angrier her dad would get. Thinking

Aria quickly opened the door. As soon as she opened it, her dad walked in

and slapped her hard across the face.

"Where were you last night? Do you have any idea how much I lost because of you?" her dad said, growling.

"You weren't even at your friend's house," Elvira said, rolling her eyes.

"What? You weren't even at your friend's place? Did you go to warm someone's bed? Did you go and fuck around with the boys?"

Aria looked at her dad in disbelief. No dad would ever say this to his daughter.

"Dad... please..." Aria started crying.

"Darling, Your dad doesn't want you to become like your mom. He is looking for a better household to marry you off. Don’t let anyone destroy your body. Do you understand what I mean?," Elvira said.

Here, not letting anyone destroy her body means not letting anyone fuck her,

Elvira knew how men demand pure women these days and even ready to give off millions over it. 

If Aria told the truth, she would be the dead meat right now. 

“Yes. I won’t do anything like that. I just stayed at my friend’s place.” Aria lowered her head, listening to everything like a criminal. 

In the evening, She took a cab and went to the East Park Hotel. Peter was waiting for her at a corner table. As soon as Aria sat in the chair, he held her hand.

"I am sorry, Aria.” Peter again spoke like a gentleman, “Last night, I was drunk. That kiss with Khloé meant nothing. I didn’t mean it.”

It wasn't the first time he had been caught kissing a girl. It had happened before, and if he apologized, Aria would forgive him. Because Peter knew Aria was so lonely in her life and would cling to him even if she caught him sleeping with any girl.

"Even that breakup thing, I said that in anger too. You're not mad at me, are

you?" Peter asked.

"Peter, it's okay. I'm not mad at you." Aria said, as nothing could overshadow her mistake. "Actually, I wanted to tell you something..." Aria said, scratching her throat. If she hadn't concealed that hickey, everyone she met would have known how wild her night had been.

"What? Don't say we're breaking up over this little thing?" Peter held her hand knowing Aria was too kind to forgive him.

"It's not a small thing... It's something big..." 

Peter didn’t pay attention to her and took out a golden invitation card from his coat.

"Well, forget all that. Look at this. Rhea and Vincent’s wedding invitation."

Aria was surprised to see it.

"What? They are getting married?" Rhea was Peter's twin sister and Aria’s good friend. They all studied in the same college and were in the same group.

"Yes, and the wedding is held on a private island. We're all leaving for there tomorrow." Peter said, looking excited.

Aria decided that she would talk to Peter about the matter after Rhea's wedding. Maybe Peter would get really angry, and they would break up for good. Or he would forgive her the way she forgives his mistakes. Whatever his decision would be, she will accept it.

"Alright..." Aria sipped her coffee and went back to packing for the wedding.

Back in the hotel room, Theodore stared at his laptop, watching company stocks. The girl had left without taking the money, slamming the door like she was mad. 

“These girls today—what do they want?” he grumbled, annoyed. “One night, and she thinks she’s special? A shoe doesn’t become a crown.” He focused on his laptop to forget it. 

Last night, when he was checking his mail, the door opened. A girl entered the room and started taking off her clothes. Her sparkly top fell off. 

Theodore sat in the corner, watching closely. The woman before him appeared like a goddess, her beautiful skin was shining under the dim light. The way she threw every article of clothing, felt she had already succeeded in seducing him.

Theodore put his laptop aside and watched her every move amusingly. She pulled out her laced underwear and dropped it down too. It was difficult to take his eyes off her, she unhooked her bra and naked herself.

She untied her hair that reached her butts. She slowly approached him. Her curves moved with every step as she walked.

When she came close, he could read the delicate features of her face, and felt his cock was already throbbing inside his pants. He had not even touched the girl and she already erected his shaft. 

Theodore was not a pervert who gets erected by looking at naked models in the magazine, but right now, he looks like the biggest pervert of this world.

“You..” Before he could say anything, the girl held his hand.

“Fuck me.” She said, Theodore brows knitted. “Fuck me now. If that makes you happy. Do it now.”

Theodore didn’t think for a second and took her to the bed. What happened next was unbelievable.