One Year of Sin: A Forbidden Desire (Erotica)

This story contains explicit content please read if you are above 18.

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Ava

All Men suck. If not that i like dick so much, I would give up on them. Who the hell knocks up their fiancée’s best friend? Who the hell fucks their own best friend’s fiancée? Where’s the damn girl code?

Honestly, Mia is holding up pretty well for just doing a Julia Roberts and becoming the runaway bride. Her fiancé, Damon, will be losing his mind over her disappearing, mainly because his ego just got a big fuck you to the face. You see, Damon is one of those precious species known as a professional football player, a legend on the field. To all those who worship the ground he walks on because he can kick and catch a ball or something like that. He’s a man who no one says no to. Not even his gorgeous fiancée’s soul-sucking best friend.

I never liked Tracy. There was always something off about her, like single white female off. But Mia loved her and because of that, I tolerated her.

“Drink up, bitches. We are going to have the time of our lives.” I say, raising my glass of champagne as we high-tail it to a private Greek island a million miles away from the bullshit of Mia’s non-event wedding.

My friends lift their champagne glasses and give me a weak-ass whoop. Looking around at the solemn faces, they’re all acting as if someone has died. We should be celebrating Mia’s close call to marrying that dick cheese.

“Come on, guys. We are headed to a private Aegean paradise. We are going to have sun, sand, cocktails, and hot half-naked men.”

Serena glares at me as I try to hype them up. Why shouldn’t Mia jump straight back on the horse? Hot guy on a Greek island with no-strings-attached hot sex to make her forget about Damon.

I know I can be a bit much for people. Always have been. I’m naturally energetic. It’s the high school cheerleader in me staying long past school spirit week has gone.

“Fuck him, Mia.” You shouldn’t waste any more tears on that man because he sure as hell didn’t care when he rode your best friend bareback and knocked her up.

“ Ava.” Serena hisses at me for being so crass.

I throw back my glass of champagne and sit back down again. Mia’s gorgeous brother, Theo, the hottest celebrity chef in Europe at the moment, organized a private plane for us to join Mia on her honeymoon.

“She’s right.” Mia agrees as she looks up at me. Her eyes are puffy and red from all the crying she’s been doing. She looks like shit. But thankfully, I have the best makeup in my bag to get her glowing again.

“He doesn’t deserve my tears.”

“You can cry if you want. It’s absolutely normal.” Lila, her brother’s assistant and the last to enter our squad, tells her. She’s adorable, but also naive as fuck.

Serena sends me daggers. “I’m not uncaring. I just…” letting out a heavy sigh. “You didn’t deserve any of this. And in all honesty, I don’t think Damon is lying in his bed crying over losing you.”

“Ava, stop being a bitch.” Serena yells at me.

“It’s okay, Serena.” Mia places a reassuring hand on Serena’s knee. “Ava is right.”

“Damon wouldn’t be at home crying over the failure of our almost wedding. I mean, he would be crying, but over the money he’s losing in endorsements, the lost revenue from selling the exclusive photos of our wedding, and probably even the hate he might be getting on social media.”

A single tear falls down Mia’s cheek. “I doubt he’s worried about me.”

“I’m sure he is.” Lila tries to reassure her. Ever the optimist, that girl.

“I’m going to cry my eyes out for the next hour. Because once we step foot on that island, I want to forget all about what has happened.”

“You sure?” Serena asks as she double-checks with Mia before shooting me another round of daggers.

“Yes.”

“I’m taking this week for myself because I know once I step foot back in London, all the shit that’s happened is going to hit me right in the face.”

She’s right. I’ve been monitoring social media and she has no idea how bad everything is. She’s blocked them all for her sanity and that was a good idea. I can see Damon, the fucking weasel, manipulating the media, making himself look like the victim in this whole wedding fiasco. Still, we need to get Mia stronger before she deals with the insane media attention that will be coming her way.

Eventually, after lots of tears and a couple of extra bottles of champagne, we finally arrive. The doors open on the jet and we step out into the glorious Greek sunshine.

“Yes. Suck in that vitamin D, girl.”

There’s a limousine waiting for us as we descend the stairs, looking like some sort of girl band.

“Selfie time.” I yell, stopping at the bottom of the stairs.

“I look like crap, Ava.” Mia moans.

“Put your glasses on, pose, and show Damon you’re living your best life.”

She does as she is told and I take the photo. Let’s be honest, my arms are the longest.

It doesn’t take us long before we arrive at the private Aegean resort. Our limousine pulls up at the entry and the staff is quick to have our doors open before we even have a chance to think.

“Welcome to the Aegean Pearl Resort.” The gorgeous young man welcomes us as we make our way through the front door toward reception.

We changed Mia’s honeymoon arrangements to somewhere she actually wanted to go. I called my friend Sophia, who’s killing it in Hollywood. She said leave it with her and here we are at the most gorgeous place on the planet.

“Welcome, ladies, to the Aegean Pearl Resort.” The front desk attendant greets us. “Please help yourself to a welcome cocktail.”

“Oh, I most certainly will.” Ooh, fruity, I think when taking a sip.

“We have you all set up in our cliffside villas, which are situated on the resort’s private cove, only a couple of steps away from the beach.”

We look around at each other and smile.

“There are a couple of golf buggies waiting for you outside.”

The attendant points to the other side of reception, out through the glass doors, where men dressed in all white are waiting for us with our bags.

“This is exciting.” Lila squeals.

“I’m already feeling 100% better.” Mia grins, sipping on her cocktail.

“Good find, Ava.” Serena praises.

“Welcome, ladies. We will be taking you to your rooms. Please, hop in.” The gorgeous male specimen dressed in tight white tells us.

Thankfully, he’s sitting in the buggy with my bags. This is going to be a great start to my vacation.

Jumping in right beside him in the front of his golf buggy, his molten chocolate eyes roam over me as I slide in, the split in my skirt giving him a good look at my legs.

“So,” looking at his name tag, “Nico.” Then looking back up at him, he gives me some sweet side eye as we make our way through the olive groves.

“You single?”

He lets out a nervous laugh. “Yes, miss.”

“How private do the beaches get?” I ask as more greenery goes by.

“With the resort being boutique and limiting the number of guests, the chances of running into anyone on the private coves are slim.”

“Good to know.”

“I hate tan lines.” I say, licking my lips.

I watch as Nico swallows nervously. Thankfully, my other girlfriends are in the buggy behind me and can’t see this blatant flirt fest.

“There are a couple of secluded coves on the island where you can sunbathe undisturbed. I’d happily show you if you like.”

I’m sure he would like to show me and I would most certainly be okay with that. But before I can press him further, we are arriving at the villa.

“Your girlfriends are scattered along the coves. They are close, but because of the thick foliage, they cannot see you.” Nico says as we get out of the buggy and head toward the villa.

He opens the door for me, and I let my arm brush his hard chest as I step inside.

Nico comes back and steps inside with my luggage.

“Where would you like me?” His question catches me off guard as he holds up my two bags. There is a smirk on his face that tells me he meant to say it exactly that way.

“By the bed would be great.” My eyes narrow on him, pointing to the closest one.

He bends over, and my attention is pulled to his tight ass stretched across the white cotton of his pants. Damn. They look like they’re made of steel.

Once he’s finished placing the bags down, the attendant turns and stops beside my bed, waiting for my next command.

“Is there anything else you would like from me?” His words are dripping with innuendo, so I raise a curious brow in his direction while tapping a nail to my lip as I look him over.

“Let me think.”

As sexual tension swirls around the room, “What am I allowed to have?” I take a couple of steps toward him.

“Anything.” He answers almost breathlessly.

“I only have 20 minutes before I need to be changed and ready for cocktails with my girlfriends. Do you think anything would be quick?”

Nico nods, but doesn’t move. I can see he’s a little unsure of the situation.

I take a couple of steps toward him, but he doesn’t move a muscle.

“I’m probably not the first guest to hit on you, am I, Nico?”

He shakes his head.

“You’re a handsome guy, and I bet there would be a lot of cougars interested in you.” I say as I run my nail down his hard chest.

“Have you taken any up on their offers before?”

“A couple.” He smirks.

“Good. It’s not his first rodeo, then.”

“Am I making you feel uncomfortable, Nico?”

He indicates no with the shake of his head.

“You’d tell me if I was, wouldn’t you?”

“Miss Banks.” Nico addresses me. “My job is to make your stay the best it can be.”

“You are a stunning woman.”

I smile at his compliment.

“If you have a need, I am pleased to fulfill it.” His voice is calm.

“Time’s a ticking.”

His chocolate eyes widen as he goes to reach for me.

“But.” Halting him, I place my hand on his chest. “I forgot to mention one thing. You do as I say. I’m in control of this.”

He nods eagerly.

Unzipping my skirt, I let it fall to the floor, so I’m standing there in my heels, G-string, and crop top.

Nico’s eyes widen in appreciation.

“No touching unless I tell you to.”

“Yes, miss.”

“Once I am off the island, then you may tell your friends about what’s happened.” Waving my finger between us, I ask, “Agreed?”

“Yes, miss.”

“If I am with someone else during my stay on the island, do not be offended.”

“No, miss.” He smirks.

“I have less than 10 minutes, so if you don’t mind getting on your knees, that would be great.”

He does as he is told. Such a good boy.

Walking toward him, I place my hands on his shoulders and stand over his face.

“You may now touch.”

Nico’s mouth disappears between my thighs, his tongue instantly moving to the barely-there scrap of material and swiping against me, making me fall forward. My hands sink into the mattress of my bed. Stronger fingers dig into my ass.

Yes. Yes. Yes.