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Chapter 16: Pour It Up/ Pound Cake

Aries's POV

All I heard was 'I'm pregnant'. I didn't care what the situation was, I didn't care about anything at that point.
I was determined to isolate myself.
I for one, despised drama. But it always seemed attracted to me.

I did not however forget about the fact Brooke was having an affair with Harry.
But my whole thing about it was, if it was Raphael's baby- that meant drama. He was going to have to take care of the child and I was not up for it.
If it was Harry's baby, that made it worse. It would get out into the public and then they would try to search up information and eventually discover that I was sleeping with Raphael. Then they would try to search up information about me.
No. I've seen it happen all the time with the news and I was not having it happen again.

And I realized that in the back of mind, I was still secretly hoping to have a future with Raphael.

What the hell is wrong with you M'?

I stood back and rubbed my forehead, feeling emotion surge with in me.
Oh my God.

I cared about him. I genially caught feelings for him- how? I do not know and I was ashamed of such.
How did I care about anything? Look at me? A runaway. A stripper. I was basically losing my mind. Who was I?

I groaned in frustration and gave the taxi driver directions.
I was going to do what I did best when I felt like this; I was going to dance.


As soon as I entered the doors of Pyramids. I felt right at home.
The girls approached me all at once, asking me how I was feeling and I smiled and said I was fine and ready to come back.

I went into the mirror and stared at myself, my long hair reaching down past my breasts. I remembered when I had short hair.
Those were the days.
I curled it and applied heavy makeup.
Putting on a full body fishnet outfit that had dark spots to cover my nipples and my lower area. I put on some red high heels and red lipstick and hit the stage.

I was dancing away everything. I was being watched by many. They would all look at me with lust and awe. All questioning:
Who is she?
I wonder what her name is?
She's amazing.
I want to get to know her?
She.
They all wanted to know me.

The lights dawned over me as I gazed at the people on the stage.
Rochelle stood next to me and suddenly it was like old times again.
Before I was being stalked.
Before I met Raphael.
Ultimately even before I became Aries. No one needed to know.
The music began and I reached up towards the pole and lifted my leg up, entwining it.
I used my upper body and felt the music carry me.

I heard the whistling of approval. I saw the money litter the stage.
I saw fifty dollar bills and a lot of Benjamin's.

I could run away again with all this money.
Take Damon and Aaron and run.

Change my name. Dye my hair.
Find another stripping joint and just do this for the rest of my life.

I slowly brought myself down into a split and turned around to see my eyes lock with Raphael's, and boy does he look pissed.

I smile seductively at him and wink.

Bastard.

I continue to dance around the pole until my act is up.
The lights dim for a moment as I collect my money unnoticeably.


That was over 2500. I missed a lot.

I went back stage and put the money into my purse. The rest of the girls went on stage and got the aftermath. Dancing around and giving out private dances. I went into my old private room and sat towards the bed.
Finally-
But I wasn't alone for long because soon enough-
"Aries!" I heard the deep booming yet seductive voice of Raphael.

"Hey there champ. Come for a little dance?" I ask with a smirk and his face shows fury.
He was so sexy, even when infuriated.

"You can't just run off like that. Something could have happened to you!" Raphael says throwing his hands up in the air.
"You don't want anything to happen to my sweet little pussy huh?" I ask batting my eyelashes.

His jaw clenches together and he narrows his eyes at me. "Excuse me?" He practically whispers.
"Go back to your wife. You don't belong here." I say with a laugh and turn my to him, going back over to my purse.

"You think I like watching you dance for those men? Watching you wear practically nothing. Watching them lust over you?" He asks and I smile at him.
"Can't bear to share my body? Don't worry champ, there's plenty of me to go around."
I say blinking at him.
His face softens as if he's lost for words.
"Why are you doing this?" He asks me.
"Because I'm a slut Raphael. And a slut always gets what she wants. I wanted you. I had you- twice. But don't be stingy- there's others I'm preying on."
I was speaking lies. I didn't want anybody else.

But I had a strict motto in my head which I enforced regularly with every situation.

Hurt before you get hurt.
Leave before you're left.
And lust before you love.

No. No one would catch me slipping. No one, not ever.

"You're done?" He asks and I smile and nod. "Yeah pops. I'm done." I say pops in a dramatic tone. Showing that I knew Brooke was pregnant.

His eyes fill with lust and he takes a step towards me.
"Fine. You want to go? I'll just make it even more difficult for you." He takes a step forward and grabs me, pressing his lips on mine and I try to shove him, but his grip is far too tight.
"Stop." I groan into his mouth but my body's response is saying the complete opposite.
"I know you want this. Just as badly as I do." He moans into my mouth as his hands move towards my sides, his fingers looping into the fishnet and I run my hands across his chest.
I gasp into his mouth as he rips my outfit and sits me back on the bed.
"I'm going to ruin every man you'll ever sleep with in the future. All you're ever going to feel is me. What they touch and taste is me. I'm going to be everywhere." He growls as he takes my bottom lip and tugs hard.
He's treating me like I'm some slut.

I loved it.

I pushed at him, shoving off of his clothes as his rippling muscles strained and lifted me back up.

"You call yourself a slut? Fine. I'll fuck you like one." He mumbles and tears through my bottoms.
Leaving me bare, except my shoes.

"You're such an asshole." I grit back and his mouth clasps around my neck, sucking hard.
"No one can take you like me. No one can make you feel good. No one can make this pussy wet like me." He says as his fingers explore my folds, causing me to throw my head back and let out soft moans.
His words were intoxicating. Not only to my mind but my body.

His hands and mouth are all over
me. I felt enwrapped by him. I felt like I was stuck in a daze. Stuck on him.

I was trapped.

He lifted my hands up above my head and took his other hand to plunge a finger inside me.
"Oooh..." I coo and lift my hips up to meet him. But he slams my hips down.
"Don't move." He groans and pinches my soft bud.

I cry out and lift my legs, loving the pleasure I was receiving.
He leans down and captures my nipple between his teeth. Sucking on it briefly before pulling on it and I bite my lip.
"Just fuck me already." I beg. I would surely die from sexual combustion at this rate.
"But that's exactly what you want huh? Fine Aries. I'll give you what that little tight wet pussy of yours wants." And author warning- he slams into me.

I felt so full- like he was stretching me. I was almost out of breathe from the impact but I couldn't help it- he felt so damn good.
I was furious. I wanted to piss Brooke off even more, I dug my nails into his back, certain to leave scars so that she would know that I had his best. I was the one who was receiving the pleasure.
Me. I was here.
I clawed at his back as he went deeper into me, my eyes rolling into the back of my head.

He gripped my hair and slammed me back onto the bed. "I fucking hate you." I groan through grit teeth. God, I loved the way he would take me so hard and ruthlessly. "Shut the fuck up and just take it. Every inch." He moans and gives me hard thrusts.
"Don't stop." I beg and feel my toes start to curl. I could feel how wet I was, I felt it dripping down...spreading.

"Mine. Mine. Mine." Raphael groans through every hard thrusts. His hands digging into my sides. I clawed at his back as I felt my release growing.
I grab his hips for a moment, strafing his stroke as I flip him over so now the positions are switched.
I reach down for his harm member and slide it back inside me. My eyes widening as I feel him hit a spot I didn't even know existed.
I hold onto his shoulders as I lower myself; again and again. Harder and faster.
"Yes. Angel. Right-There." He pauses and holds my ass, spreading them apart and hovering under me. "Right-" he pauses and shifts up. "There." He groans and fills me again. Over and over.
"Say my name." He growls. "Who's making you come? Who's the only one who can make you feel like this? Scream my name." He urges, spanking me.
"Raphael." I moan quietly. "Say it again."
"Raphael!" I scream and feel myself explode.
"You know what I should do? I should come inside you and make you mine permanently." He says as my feeling of euphoria rises. But my mind is processing what he's saying.
"But I won't do that. Get down on your knees." He orders and I push him away and kneel down. My body was weak and my vision was blurred.
Finally Feeling his warm liquid hit my face, I groan and look back at him.
"You hate me now?" He asks through a breathless grunt.
"Irrevocably." I mumble back and sit back on my feet. I reach for my thong and toss it at him.
"Keep it. It's a symbol of the best fuck you'll ever get." I say and stand up.
"I'm going to get my stuff and I'll be gone." I add and grab his shirt and take it.
"Thank you for your services Mr. Underwood. Please never hesitate to come back to Pyramids. The best strip club in Atlanta." I say and I slip through the door to change back into my clothes.

Leaving one part of my life behind.
A part I was praying-I'd never remember.
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