Wrong Room: Sleeping With My Fiancé's Uncle

Arya's POV

"Okay girl, we're going out!"

I looked at my best friend Julia like she had grown two extra heads.

I had just finished an eight hour shift at the restaurant. The last thing on my mind was to go out to some place filled with sweaty and thirsty men.

Sprawling lazily on her couch, I threw some chips into my mouth."I think I'll sit this one out."

"Sorry, what did you say?" she asked, putting a hand behind her ear. "Almost sounded like you said you'll sit this one out."

"Yeah I said-"

"Alright now pick a dress girl, don't waste my time."

"Julessssssss," I whined while kicking my feet like a little girl. "I'm really not up for it."

"Yes you are, now get your ass up and go get ready. A new club just opened down the street and we're gonna be its first customers."

Oh why did I even bother? She was always going to win.

Julia was the sister I never had. We had known each other since we were little and we had similar lives.

My mom left when I was a kid, shortly after my dad died. Though I still had my grandma, Julia was an orphan and had no one. She had lost her parents in a car crash.

We were both struggling to survive and had each other to fall back on in our different times of grief.

I remember it like it was yesterday. The day my father died and my mother became a whole new person. She had dropped me with my grandma one day, promising to come back to get me. I never saw her again.

My grandma is all I've ever known. The only family I had left. And I loved her so much, even after she was diagnosed with kidney failure and I had to work my ass off everyday to be able to pay the medical bills which I could barely afford.

"Okay." I said finally giving in. "But I'm not drinking though!"

"Oh baby girl, we are gonna get so drunk we'd need help getting our asses back home."

I couldn't help the laughter that erupted from my chest. Typical Julia.

After taking a shower, I got dressed as Jules did my hair and makeup. I stared at myself in awe. She had curled my hair beautifully and beat my face to perfection.

I stood and walked to the floor length mirror, taking in my reflection. The shiny black dress clung to my body in all the right places. It was so short that if I bent over a bit, you were sure to get a view.

"This is scandalous." I laughed as I desperately tried pulling it down but it was pointless.

"You, my girl, are gonna get some tonight." Julia teased, slapping my ass as she walked over to put on her heels.

"No. I'm celibate remember?" I said, giving her a side eye.

"And I'm Mark Zuckerberg. Girl let's go."

I let out a dramatic gasp. "Is my celibacy journey a joke to you? I am-"

The sound of my ringtone interrupted me. I didn't recognise the caller but I answered anyway.

"Hello?"

"Miss White?" the lady at the end of the line spoke.

"Yes, this is her," I replied.

"Good evening, it's Sarah from Greenhouse."

My eyes widened immediately. What day is it?

"I wanted to remind you of your grandmother's payment. You're two days late and that needs to be sorted before her next session."

Shit. Shit. Shit. I almost forgot about that. I looked at Julia in panic.

"I... Uh... I'm so sorry, I'll get that to you by tomorrow." I said apologetically as I hung up the phone.

I face palmed myself. My life was a mess.

How could I forget that the payment for my grandmother's dialysis treatment was due already?

I sighed in frustration. "This shit is tiring."

"You've worked your ass off all week, we both have, and we deserve a little something to take that edge off, okay?" Julia said softly as she squeezed my hand in reassurance.

I nodded, giving her a small smile. This call almost ruined my mood, but I was going to try to have a good time. I was guessing that wasn't going to be so hard, with Julia by my side.

"Six shots of tequila please!" I yelled to the bartender over the loud music.

Immediately we arrived at the club I had gone straight to the bar. This was the first step to having a good time.

We gulped down three shots each as we moved to the dance floor, letting the alcohol take control over our bodies.

I wished for more days like this. Days that I could be loud and free, without a care in the world. But I couldn't afford to. I didn't have the luxury to be care-free and to do whatever I wanted.

I had to work ten times harder than everybody else, just to survive. Sometimes, I wondered if things would have been different if my mother never left.

I wished I could see her again. Not because I miss her. She was dead to me. I wanted to tell her how much she failed in her responsibilities as a mother. Leaving at such a crucial time, a couple weeks after my dad's death.

I wondered if she had started a little family of her own wherever she was. While I was here, doing everything I could while grandma was slowly dying.

"Ari!" I was pulled out of my train of thoughts.

"That guy seems to be checking you out!" Jules yelled into my ears, pointing over to someone at the corner of the room.

I let my eyes wander in the direction she was pointing. Then I saw him.

Time seemed to stop for a moment. I was met with a pair of eyes staring back at me. They weren't warm, yet I couldn't look away.

He was dressed in a suit that hugged his broad shoulders. His jet black hair framed his face, slightly messy, but still managed to look perfect.

"Who wears a suit to a club?" I turned to Julia only to see her making out with some guy. I let out a sigh as I turned my attention back to the mystery guy.

He sat at the bar, twirling a cup in his hand. A couple silver rings adorned his fingers.

I watched as he brought the cup to his lips slowly as he took a sip, never breaking eye contact.

His gaze held mine firmly and his lips curled into a faint smirk, as if daring me to look away first.

Maybe it was just the alcohol but my body reacted before my mind could and I found myself walking towards the direction of his gaze.

His eyes glistened with interest as I stopped beside him, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from him.

My breath hitched as his eyes flicked to my lips before they moved back to my eyes. It was slow and intentional.

"Drink?" He asked, his voice rich and smooth. He turned to talk to the bartender as I caught sight of the faint tattoo behind his ear.

"Careful," he said.

I gave him a confused look.

"You're staring."

"No I'm not." I denied, collecting my drink.

"You were."

"You started it." I shot back, bringing the cup to my lips.

I watched as his Adam's apple bobbed up and down, his gaze following my lips as I took a sip. I smirked in satisfaction.

"Did I?" He asked, turning to face me fully. I suppose that was a rhetorical question but I found myself nodding anyway. "Then I guess I should finish it."

I dropped my cup after emptying the content as he slid his card forward to the bartender, our fingers brushing in the process.

He didn't ask if I wanted to leave with him. He just simply tilted his head and said, "Come with me."

Arya's POV

I didn't think it through.

I went against every voice of reason and left the club with a nameless man, letting myself believe that it was the alcohol making decisions for me.

The night air was cool as we stepped outside.

A black Porsche waited at a distance, gleaming under the streetlights. He headed for it and I followed behind him without a word.

We reached the car and our eyes met for a brief second. He opened the door for me, waiting, as if giving me a chance to change my mind.

I didn't.

The ride was silent. His grip on the wheel tightened and my eyes followed the veins along his hand, the thought of my fingers tracing them made my skin heat up.

"So," I said, breaking the silence, "where to?"

He didn't answer.

After a few beats of silence, I spoke again. "I'd at least love to know I'm not being dragged to my death."

"Nervous?" He asked without looking at me.

"No."

A corner of his mouth curved upwards. "Good girl."

Pressing my thighs together, I stared out the window, watching the city lights blur past us. I shot a quick text to Julia, letting her know I was safe... or at least I hoped I was.

His place was just as I imagined. Expensive.

He closed the door behind us and I felt the air shift immediately. His jacket dropped to the floor with a soft thud as he moved closer, closing the space between us. The scent of musk and vanilla made my head spin, but in a good way.

His fingers brushed the open area at my back, teasing me. His grey eyes flicked between my eyes and lips, like he was silently asking for permission.

The kiss that followed was firm, demanding, as he pulled me impossibly close.

I felt my nipples harden under his touch as I dug my fingers into his hair, deepening the kiss.

"Easy. Tiger" He whispered in between kisses.

He took off my dress in one smooth motion as he moved to the sensitive spot below my ear, licking and sucking while he kneaded my boobs.

"Oh fuck" I moaned out in pleasure. I felt him smile against my neck.

Reaching for his pants, I fumbled with the buckle of his belt. Our movements were rushed and desperate.

I couldn't get enough.

That night, nothing else existed and every touch left me dizzy, intoxicated.

***

I woke up with a throbbing headache, my eyes scanning the unfamiliar surroundings.

I could hear the shower running as memories from last night came flooding in. I checked my phone to see if I had texts from Julia. Sure enough there were a dozen of them.

I tried to stand but the world around me kept spinning. I laid back down to catch a breath.

The shower went off and I saw him walk into what looked like a walk-in closet, a towel wrapped around his waist. He came out a few minutes later, now fully dressed.

I watched him move around the room as I quietly waited for some kind of acknowledgement.

It never came.

He never spared a glance at me, not even once. I could feel the bile rising at the back of my throat.

He came into the room once again and walked straight to the bed, dumping a wad of cash beside me and walking off. I stared at it in disbelief, my stomach twisting.

What exactly did he take me for?

"Excuse you?" I sat up immediately, my brain hurting in the process. "Is this some sort of sick joke?"

He turned around to look at me for the first time that morning. "For your services." He said flatly.

He stood at the doorframe, his gaze cold and emotionless, staring me down like I was the dirt on his feet. I wanted to wipe that smug look off his face.

I threw on my dress and gathered my belongings.

"You sick fuck." I spat, throwing the money in his face, making sure to step on them as I walked out.

I got his message. It was clear and insulting. I bit back the tears as I placed a call to Julia but it went to voicemail. I huffed in frustration.

Walking towards the living area, I searched my purse hoping I had extra cash for an uber when I bumped into someone at the door.

"Whoa!" I stumbled, dropping my purse.

"Watch it." I looked up to see a lady in front of me. Her blue eyes were sharp, assessing me from head to toe. Blonde hair fell over her shoulders in waves.

She moved closer, the scent of her expensive perfume overwhelming me. "And you are?"

"Leaving." The familiar voice interrupted from behind. "She was just leaving."

"Baby," she beamed, pushing past me and into the house.

I scoffed as they kissed, picking up my purse and finally making my way out of the house.

Pulling out my phone I ordered an uber home. I had decided I wasn't going to allow myself to think about him again. It had been one night and nothing more.

I stared at my reflection in the shower. The water was hot, almost scalding. I scrubbed every inch of my body from head to toe, hoping I could erase the memory of his hands, his scent.

By noon I was getting grandma ready for her appointment at the hospital. My account was practically empty after making payment. I was running out of ideas, my mind racing with numbers. I knew I wasn't going to be able to pay for the next session in time.

I sat on the chair across from the bed while we waited for the doctor.

"Sunshine." I looked up to meet grandma's kind eyes.

I don't know what part of me gave 'sunshine', but for as long as I could remember, she had always called me that.

"You look stressed." She said softly.

"Oh. I guess I didn't have much sleep last night. I'm fine." I replied, forcing a smile that didn't reach my eyes.

"Sunshine," oh no, here we go. "I see how hard you've been working and-"

"Grandma please." I knew where she was going.

"All of this, it's not your responsibility. You need to understand that."

"Whose is it then?"

"It's..."

" My mother's? Where is she then?" I snapped, my temper rising at the mention of my mother. "You may as well ask me to dig your own grave."

"Sunshine..." She started.

"Look, Ma, I don't wanna hear it. We've been through this multiple times. I'm not leaving you for dead so please, stop asking."

I left the room as the doctor came in, fighting back tears for the second time that day.

Giving up wasn't an option. More shifts at the restaurant, more clients for online tutoring, whatever it took. I was going to do it.

My phone buzzed with a text from Julia.

J: Earth to Ari! I'd appreciate it if you replied to my last fifty texts!

J: Were you abducted?

J: Hello??

A: Relax. I'm alive.

J: How was last night???

I squeezed my eyes shut as the memories from earlier threatened to creep in.

A: Remind me never to drink tequila ever again!

J: HAHAHA.

J: Come over soon. I've got NEWS.

Arya's POV

"Okay, spill." I said to Jules, plopping myself on her bed.

"So," she started, a blush creeping into her cheeks, "I met a guy at the club."

"Oh yes. The same guy that had his tongue down your throat?" I asked teasingly

.

"Oh shut up. His name is Nolan."

"Mmm Nolan." I repeated, smiling sheepishly.

"He's an entrepreneur..."

"Ouuu"

"He's rich..."

"Oh we love rich."

"And he's inviting us for a gala next week!"

I paused.

"Hold up now... us?" I asked, getting slightly confused.

"Yes, us. Well, he invited me but I said I couldn't go without you, obviously, so he invited you too."

"Woah."

"I know, I know. Our first rich people event!"

"Wait, what are we gonna wear? I have nothing in my wardrobe of that sort." I exclaimed, eyes wide.

"Calm your tits. Nolan has it sorted. In fact, the dresses should be coming in by today." She explained.

"Oh so he's rich rich." I teased, wiggling my eyebrows as she laughed.

"And you?" she asked.

"Me?"

"Oh please, drop the act. What happened with mystery man?" she asked, her eyes beaming with curiosity. "What was his name?"

"Uhh..." I stared blankly.

"Ari! You didn't ask his name?" She exclaimed in disbelief.

"Well he didn't ask for mine either!"

"Ugh, I can't believe you."

"I'm never gonna see him again anyway. It was just one night and he was a total douchebag."

We spent the next hour talking about what happened when we were apart. I glanced at the clock, it was time for my shift at the restaurant.

"Crap. I better get going," I said, grabbing my jacket and car keys. "Dinner rush."

"Love you!" Julia called out as I stepped out the door, blowing her a kiss.

I sat at my station, counting down the hours till the end of my shift. Time seemed to pass by rather slowly for some reason.

"Hey," I looked up to see my co-worker looking rather uncomfortable. "Get table nine for me please? I gotta use the restroom. I'll get you back I promise."

"Sure no worries." I replied with a nod.

I pulled out my pen and pad, heading over to table nine. Two men sat there, engrossed in a conversation. My eyes widened as I realised who one of them was. It was him.

He was dressed casually in a blue shirt and dress pants, twirling a ring on his finger while laughing at something his friend said. He looked effortlessly handsome, like he didn't even have to try.

My heart skipped. I looked around for anyone else who was free to attend to their table instead but everyone seemed to be occupied.

"Fuck." I cursed underneath my breath and made my way to the table.

"Good evening gentlemen, what can I get you?" I said, forcing a polite smile.

He looked up at me, recognition flashing in his grey eyes before he masked it. He certainly hadn't expected to see me as well.

He turned to talk to his friend who looked quite familiar but I couldn't really place it.

"We'll have the number one special." He said sharply. "He'll have that with bourbon and I'll have whisky. Neat."

"Coming right up." I turned on my heels, releasing a deep breath I didn't realise I was holding.

Their orders were ready a few minutes later as an idea popped up in my head.

"Here you are." I said, setting up the table and making a move to leave.

"I ordered this neat." He says flatly, staring at the glass in his hand.

I blinked, "Did you?"

"Yes."

"My apologies, one moment." I said, taking the glass from him and walking back to the bar at a rather slow pace.

I returned a few minutes later with the correct drink order.

"Here you go..."

As I leaned forward to set it down, the cup tilted 'accidentally' as whisky splashed forward, directly onto him, wetting his shirt and dress pants.

"Oh my God!" I feigned innocence. "I'm so sorry that was completely my fault."

He stilled, eyes wide as his friend snickered, clearly finding the whole situation amusing. "Leave it."

"I'm so sorry." I repeated, dabbing a napkin on his shirt.

"I said leave it!" He snapped, catching the attention of other customers. He realises this the same time I did. His jaw tightened as he straightened himself in his seat.

"Just go." He said through gritted teeth.

"Well then, in the absence of a neat whisky," I said coolly, emphasising on 'neat', "enjoy your dinner."

I walked back to my station, smirking to myself. I felt a tiny bit of satisfaction.

My shift finally came to an end and I dragged my feet to my car, exhausted as ever. I sat there for a few minutes, collecting my thoughts before starting the engine.

I started it once. Twice. Thrice.

"Fuck. Not today please." I groaned, hitting my head against the steering wheel repeatedly.

I got down from the car and lifted the bonnet, examining the engine. Who was I fooling? I didn't know shit.

I got back in the car and tried again. After the tenth try, I gave up and decided to walk home.

I slipped into the narrow alley beside the restaurant, the noise of the street fading behind me. My eyes darted around, assessing my surroundings.

I notice a figure behind me. Clutching my purse tightly, I increased my pace.

"Hey," a voice called out.

I didn't turn around. I reached into my purse, fumbling for my phone.

"Shit." I muttered under my breath. My phone was dead.

"Relax," the voice drawled, "I just wanna talk."

"I'm not interested." I replied sharply.

"C'mon now baby, hear me out." He said, quickening his steps and closing the distance between us.

He pulled me from behind, pushing me against the brick wall. I winced. That was certainly going to leave a bruise.

I straightened myself, masking my fear. "Back off."

"Relax," he said for the second time. "I'm just being friendly."

Friendly? He had me against a brick wall in the middle of a dark alley. In what world was that friendly? "And I said I'm not interested. Move."

"She's got teeth," He gave a lazy smile, the kind that made my skin crawl. "Bet you could put them to better use."

He dragged his dark eyes over my body, making a move to touch me.

"Don't touch me." I warned.

"Or else what?" He challenged, grinning from ear to ear.

"Or else you'll regret it." A voice came from behind. Cold. Hard.

It was him. Again. Club guy.

He stood at the mouth of the alley, his posture relaxed, in contrast to the situation. He was still in the same clothes from earlier.

The man moved away instantly, annoyance written all over his face yet he still maintained the creepy smile. "My bad man. This your bitch?"

He didn't reply. He just took a step forward and that was enough to send the man scurrying. Really?

"You've got to be kidding me." I huffed, straightening my skirt and assessing my now scraped arm.

"You okay?" He asked.

Why would he care?

"I had it handled." I said lifting my chin.

He scoffed. "Sure you did."

I turned to leave.

"It's not safe, you know?" He spoke again, stopping me in my tracks.

I turned around to meet his gaze, unsure of what to say. I was scared, truthfully, but I was never going to admit that.

"The piece of junk parked outside the restaurant, is that yours?" He asked, amusement flickering across his face.

"Last I checked, it gets me where I need to go." I retorted.

"But it couldn't today?"

Dammit. He had me at a loss of words.

"Come, I'll drop you off." He said as he walked away.

I retained my position. Why was he being nice? Whatever he was trying to do, I wasn't falling for it.

"Don't be stubborn." He turned around to look at me, frustration etching in his voice.

"I don't even know your name. I'm not going anywhere with a stranger." I said plainly.

"Oh now you got your morals back?" He smirked. "I don't know yours either, yet I'm offering you a ride. Just take it."

I rolled my eyes, disappointed that he may have won this round. I moved my feet grudgingly as we walked to his car. It wasn't the same Porsche from last time. Just how rich was he?

"It's Kayden, by the way." He said quietly, eyes fixed on the road as he drove towards the address I had given him.

Kayden. Cute.

"Want me to beg for yours?" He asked, glancing at me briefly.

"That wouldn't be so bad" I said, a smile tugging at my lips. "Arya. Not nice to meet you."

"Definitely not nice to meet you too." He replied dryly, the corner of his mouth lifting as he turned his attention back to the road