The Unexpected!

Chapter 5.

Nova Sinclair.

I still can’t believe I had fucked a stranger!

Waking up on that bed, beside that hot stranger, was one of the most embarrassing moments of my life, but I did not wait to face the shame that came with it.

I just scrambled for my stuff and ran out of the room before he woke up, and right now I could still feel the movement of him between my thighs.

I had not intended to fuck him, but I did, and now I don’t know if what I felt was pain, guilt, or a kind of desire that I didn’t want to admit.

I don’t know how everything happened. The last I remember was walking into his room, being kissed by him, and nothing else.

I thought I had pulled away. I really thought I had, but I hadn’t, and even though I was drugged, I could still remember a few things, like the way I moaned senseless to him and the way my body submitted and responded to his every touch.

I am at Lina’s house now, and I still can’t get over everything.

“She did that to you?” Lina asked with wide eyes as she struggled to comprehend my words. I had told her about everything that happened with Evelyn and me. About how she had drugged me and dumped me in a room for one pervert and how I had saved myself, but I couldn’t bring myself to inform her about the stranger and how I had sex with a man that I didn’t know.

“I am so sorry,” Lina whispered pathetically, stretching a glass of water to me.

I took the glass from her, nodding my head gently. “Trust me, I never knew she was that kind of person. She has always been nice to me. She has never come off as that kind of person. I am so sorry,” she said, rubbing her hand on my back.

“Trust me! I am going to quit working with them! I am never going to go back!”

My brows pulled together and I shook my head negatively. “No. No, Lina. Don’t do that for me. You need money.”

Her hands met mine, and she dropped to the couch next to me. “No, Nova. Everything that happened was because of me. I had trusted her enough to leave you with her. Didn’t think she would be that terrible.”

“Lina…” I called, but she cut me off by grabbing her system from the nearby table. “So I was thinking…” she opened the laptop and turned it on immediately. “I was thinking about helping you apply for jobs in top companies. What do you think?”

My lips pressed into a thin line, and I stared at her, knowing that she was doing all of this to divert my attention.

I made to say a word, but before I could, my phone buzzed and I took it from where Lina had helped me keep it.

When I checked the phone, my heart tightened at the caller, and I stilled, reminding myself that he cheated and I had nothing to feel guilty about.

My grip on the phone tightened, and a part of me just wanted to end the call, but I picked up and placed the phone to my ear.

“Hello.” His grumpy voice came in, and I didn’t know why my heart skipped.

“Hello,” I replied gently.

“You didn’t return home. Sleeping around now, huh?”

My grip on the phone tightened, and I gritted my teeth within my mouth, thinking of what reply to give him.

“I was with Lina,” I replied, not interested in wherever the conversation was leading to.

Silence settled in for a brief second, then he said,

“I don’t care what you do with your life. A welcome party is being held at the family villa today. We are celebrating the arrival of someone special, and Grandma needs us to be in attendance, so dress into something nice and put on a big smile like nothing is happening between us. Understood?”

My eyes rolled at how commanding he sounded, but I had no choice. I was doing this for Grandma, not for his lying, cheating ass.

The call ended, and now I was back to staring at Lina, who had been going through a list of companies to pick.

We ended up scrolling past a bunch of companies without picking any, but she took all my details and promised to help me write a letter when she found one.

When I left her house, I stopped by the hospital to see Daniel before heading back home, and now I was just standing by the mirror, dressed in a spaghetti midnight dress that hugged my curves gently and flowed down my legs like a river.

My hair was packed into a neat bun while two strands fell over my shoulders, framing my delicate face.

Now… I looked more like the actual lady of the Blackthorn family.

I was still staring and admiring myself in the mirror when a knock suddenly came on the door.

I didn’t need anyone to inform me. I already knew it was Aaron.

“Aren’t you done?” His angry-filled voice came in, but I didn’t bother sparing myself another glance in the mirror before grabbing my silver bag from the vanity and walking out.

“Where were you last night?” Aaron asked, his eyes blazing hot.

“You suggested an open marriage… why are you fretting?”

“Don’t test me!” He groaned, grabbing my arms roughly, sinking his nails into my skin while pulling me closer to himself.

The pain from his nails stung deeper, and I spared my arms a glance. “The last thing you want is to get interrogated by Grandma…”

“Don’t you dare!” He gritted.

“Or what?” I cut him off, and he stared at me dead in the eyes for a moment longer before letting go of my arms, groaning out in pure anger.

The ride to the villa was long, and while I watched the city that moved in a blur, Aaron sat behind me, sweet-talking one of his concubines over the phone.

Amidst all of this, I didn’t feel jealous. I just felt a tiny throb, and it wasn’t from my heart. It was from my pussy.

I could still feel the weight of the man between my thighs, the way his fingers had rolled into my pussy and the way he had actually fucked me.

I want to get him out of my head, but I can’t, and that’s all thanks to the naughty and persistent him for invading my dreams.

We arrived at the villa, and the beauty still remained.

The compound was still vast, with a fountain that poured into the swimming pool that stretched endlessly and shimmered beneath the glow of the evening sky.

Aaron and I walked in, arms intertwined, while we wore the brightest yet fakest of smiles.

People thought we were perfect. Everyone… the families, his mother, Grandma, and Grandpa… they all thought we were perfect. But open marriage never existed where perfection lived, yeah?

“Nova…” Grandma called in excitement the moment she saw me, and the smile on my face stretched drastically into something more beautiful.

“Good evening, Grandma.” I leaned in, hugging her gently.

“You look beautiful,” she whispered after the hug, pulling my cheeks gently.

My smile stretched. “Thank you, Grandma.”

“Good evening, Grandma,” Aaron greeted, and Grandma waved her hand, still wearing her smile.

It was one thing with Grandma… obsessing over one and throwing the other away, unlike my mother-in-law, who often saw me as the problem.

“You are here.” The sharp sound of heels against the floor filled the air, followed by a voice I have never liked to hear.

Speak of the devil. “Good evening, ma,” I greeted her gently with my head bowed, and she nodded, staring at me disdainfully before moving over to her son.

“Come…” Grandma said, dragging me by the wrist. “I have a gift for you.”

My heart fluttered, and I followed without hesitation. Gifts from Grandma are often the best. She had gifted me more jewelry than I could count, and I made sure to always cherish them.

Grandma and I were done viewing the gold she kept for me, and I was back in the dining room where the chairs and table were being set up when Aaron suddenly walked closer.

“My uncle is here already,” he said, and my brows pulled together slightly.

“Uncle?” I asked in a whisper, confused and in need of clarity.

“It’s the reason for the welcome dinner, dummy. Could you have some sense?”

My throat locked, and a lump formed in my throat, but I swallowed gently.

“My uncle is a no-nonsense man. He is having a conversation now with Grandpa, and when he is done, we will go greet him, so put on your best behaviour. Understood?”

I didn’t say a word. I didn’t always have to. My silence should, and has always been, an answer.

My eyes moved around the room, and I found Grandpa and the man whose back was facing us.

For a second, I stilled at the sight, my brows pulling together.

6’4 feet of lean yet broad shoulders. He was so tall and huge, and trust me, I didn’t think his back view would be this hot.

Zayden Black of the Blackthorn is rumored to be the hottest and most ruthless of the Blackthorn family. I have never seen him in all two years of my marriage with Aaron, and that’s because he was rumored to have left the country after an accident some days to my wedding.

I do not know what he looked like, but the person I am seeing now looked young… way younger than the typical uncle anyone would have.

I stood still, curious about what he would look like, until Aaron nudged at me.

“Let’s go,” he said, heading in the direction of his uncle while I followed.

The scent of his perfume gripped my nostrils as we drew closer to him, and I felt my stomach churn with unease. Fuck! He smelt of wood and wealth.

We got behind him and stood still for him to be done, and when he was finally done, he turned gently to face us.

“Welcome back, Uncle,” Aaron greeted him with a smile, but the smile on my own face had dropped.

6’4 feet of reckless power, lean yet broad shoulders that sat within his perfectly tailored suit, straight nose, almond-sanpaku eyes, sharp jaw, heart-shaped lips, and hair that looked both tousled and messy, like a hand had been running through it.

My breath hitched, and so did my body.

“…Uncle… this is my wife.” Those were the only things I heard as the image of last night filled my eyes… rough lips, messy body, huge cock, dripping pussy.

No. No. This can’t be happening. My legs wobbled, body shaking as I stood still, praying for the ground to open and swallow me because the man who had fucked my pussy, ruined my cunt in the best possible way, and made me moan as I had never done before cannot be my husband’s most ruthless yet youngest uncle.