Aria
No training in seduction, zero experience in the particular field. Unaware of the requirements and knowledge needed, little to nothing to know about dangerous men. All this in experience I have and yet still it feels so damn easy. A few glances here, a few there - a smile another shared glance and that's all it takes for the male gender to fall putty in your hands.
Atleast that's what I hope. And what I've seen.
I tilt my body towards the man who now stands beside me. He's closer and I now notice the little features I couldnt distinguish from afar. Like the way his nose is crooked as if he's been in way too many fight. Or the deep pink shade his lips have, his eyes are barely noticeable through his white mask but I can see he's wearing contact lenses.
"What is a handsome man like you doing talking to a girl like me?" I chuckle, twisting and turning my half empty glass of wine. I don't look up at him and instead act indifferent to his sudden curiosity towards me.
"Alas I don't believe I'm talking to a girl, I am talking to a woman - a very beautiful woman" He corrects. I sigh and look up at him meeting his eyes finally.
"Your lines are overrated. The word beautiful is overused, it's like a default for all men. Even than I'll give you one more chance, try again" I take a sip of my drink, seemingly unbothered and ready to get this show on the road.
"Damn. I don't think anyone has had the guts to say anything against me. You intrigue me, bello." he leans forward eyeing me waringly to see if he has any sort of effect on me. Great, no I have to act like he fazes me.
"Well than alot of people must not care whether you embarrass yourself." I chuckle. He smiles and his teeth are a bright shade of white. When I look away for a moment I see a sparkle and stare back at him in confusion. Did his teeth just freaking twinkle?
"So you care about me?" he contradicts. How typical of him to be a selective listener.
"I just met you." I reply. His eyes roam my body to try and probably try to remember where he saw me before. Give up Stanford and just enjoy the damn ride.
"Oasis Stanford. Tech genius, early twenties, devilishly handsome, great personality and sense of humor talking to and let me try this again. A ridiculously feisty and stunning woman with a gorgeous smile that could light up a room" he says, satisfied with his answer.
"Aria Middleton. Pleasure to meet you."We shake hands firmly and for a brief moment he stops registering my name through a rack of memories. The grin that takes over his face tells me he remembers me. Bingo.
"Aria? As in Aiden Middleton?" I furrow my eyebrows acting confused and he sees this taking it upon himself to continue explaining, "I met you via Aiden in his apartment and I asked you out, you said to try again after a year."
I laugh, "Oasis I had no idea I'd find you at such a party." I make sure to flash a smile, chewing my lip on occasion. His gaze drops to my lips every so now and often and I have to hide back a laugh. It's just too easy.
"Neither did I but lets not goad around unnecessary things. It's been a year, am I allowed to try again" he smirks. I move my glass away from me ready to hear his preposition.
"You're just full of second chances tonight aren't you? Alright what do you propose?" I turn my entire body towards him signaling my full attention whilst acting indifferent.
"Dance with me than we'll see where the night takes us" He brings his hand out, just as a new song starts playing. I wonder if he timed this, I place my hand into the palm of a man for the second time tonight and yet the touch, the feeling is so different it makes me want to yank it back.
He leads me to the center of the room just as a slow version of 'Can't take my eyes off of you' starts playing. The stance in which he positions me is intimate, his hand going around my waist and hugging me close as my chin rests on his shoulder. My left arm is stretched out and my other is holding onto him as he whisper sweet nothings into my ear. It makes no affect on me because I'm not even listening only suggesting a few 'mhm' and 'hm?'.
I definitely cannot stop thinking about Ash. The way he toke me in that office, his dominant side once again making its peak as I easily complied to his every demand. It's pathetic how fast I'm putty in his grasp but it is not hard to make the tables turn. His skillful mouth taking me as I arched against the desk. I wanted to run my hands through his hair and pull at it but my hands were either restraint or I didn't want to ruin the man bun that did more to ovaries that I would like to admit.
Why did I allow him to do that? The only comfort is that I know he enjoyed as much as I did maybe even more when his hands roamed my body as if I would dissappear from his grasp in an instance. It doesn't help that he knows every single inch of my body, where to touch, bite, kiss and my most sensitive areas. It's like drinking a poison so sweet you don't even realize it's spreading too quickly in your body.
I look around from my spot as we sway left a d right and he turns us every so often. The conversation is different things all together and I have to admit that Oasis is an interesting man. His interests are almost similar to mine and he finds pleasure in logical thinking as I. In different circumstances I would've loved for us to be friends but he is purely my enemy helping the opposition and I have no mercy for him.
I look up towards the balcony railing and I'm met with the most sexiest sight I've seen by far. Ash is leaning over the railings with both elbows in place balancing his towering height and he crosses one leg as he stares at me. The way his staring at me, as if he wants to take me away and rip all my clothes and at the same time wants to murder Oasis with his bare hands. Ash barely shows emotion but I've learned to dipicte his expressions a long time ago.
Although even if you hadn't met him before, you could clearly see the pure lust for murder in his eyes. We stay like this staring at each other intensely as I stopped listening to Oasis all over again. The only time I don't see him is when I'm turned, my back towards him but I'm spun back in place. When I set my eyes on him again his hands are firmly gripping the railing as he stands up straight. I want to so badly look away but his gaze is so intense silenting telling me that even with another man I'll always look at him and him only.
"Let's go somewhere" I'm snapped out of trance by Oasis's voice. I still keep my gaze on Ash whose gaze is still intently on me.
"Where are we going?" I ask as he stops swaying me and leads me to the exit and the entry of the ballroom. I follow him, my outstretched arm still in his hands.
"My house, I want to show you something" his grasp on my hand becomes firmer, tighter as if he knows I might get the wrong idea.
"Is that something a bed?" I say my voice dripping with sarcasm I hope he can dictate.
"No, it's something else but I wouldn't be opposed to showing you my bed" I can hear the joking tone behind his voice but I still roll my eyes, "I'm kidding I wouldn't do anything you don't consent to"
That makes me smile and I follow him outside, the valet comes around with a white Bugatti Veyron EB. He has a thing for white, good taste. I don't worry about my car and tell the valet that someone will pick it up with my instructions and climb into Oasis car. The whole way there we talk about this industry and we ended up working underground, of course I'd don't him anything about myself and make up lies on the spot with each question that arises.
Eventually the conversation dies down and I stare out the window, the beautiful nightsky twinkling with little lights. We pull into a house that looks more like a modern condo with contemporary exterior design and outdoor lighting. There's a little fountain in the centre and a garden with marble stones and cactus plants.
It's stunning. He claims out and over to my side opening the door for me, I climb out my hand in his as he leads me inside the house. I'm greeted by a woman who seems to be in her late 40's. She asks me if I want anything to drink or eat and I ask for a only a glass of water while Oasis goes for a whiskey on the rocks. Good choice - at least for me. He leads me upstairs and I think we're going to his room but then he leads me further up.
We reach a rooftop eventually that has a view of the city. The lights and the busy cars speeding around at midnights peak, the gorgeous view of the sky. On my left is a small mattress with white sheets, tidy and neat. Yuvia, the name of the beautiful woman hands us our drinks and goes back downstairs informing her boss that she is done and leaving for the night. I'm still staring out into the city when Oasis wraps his hands around me from behind. This feels so wrong on so many levels.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" he whispers into my ear, placing soft kisses on my shoulders. Does he have to be such a gentleman?!
"What did we establish about the word beautiful?" He chuckles in my neck and turns me around, he places his glass on the rooftop wall only a few centimeters away from me. He brings my hair to my right side and muzzles his face into my neck. I balance myself on the wall, making soft moans every now and than. I eye the glass on the wall and bring my hand towards it, pressing the tip of the ring as it opens up and a liquid pours into the glass.
"That the word belongs to you." he takes a step back, and I reach for water gulping it down halfway hoping that he copies my action. He takes the bait and fully drinks down his glass of whiskey scrunching his face at the bitter taste. He leads me to the mattress and sits down, he gestures for me to sit on his lap. I have no idea how he expects me to do that in this dress.
Either way I still do it, my dress dangerously bunching up to my hips. He holds me but his grip is not firm enough meaning the sedative is taking effect. Perfect. His head finds my neck once gain the kisses now rough but still drowsy. I run my hands through his hair, tugging at it to give me some sort of response. He groans and bites the skin on my jaw. Shit. In five seconds his body lays still on the mattress, little snoars escaping him.
When I'm finally sure his asleep I climb off of him and securely take off his smart watch. I use his fingerprint to unlock it and make my way downstairs, thanking the heavens Yuvia left. When I reach the second floor I look around going into some rooms until I come across a large white doubledoor. The room itself is white with some wooden surfaces and marble white tiles. It's magical really.
I find a desk full of computers and software equipment. What suprises me is that they running on their own and some of the footage shows the cameras at the ball. I sit down in his chair which by the way is also white and slide into the main computer. A facial scan immediately starts scanning my face and I duck away from the screen. I have no idea how loud his alarms are so I'm not going to risk him waking up.
I look around his rooms, drawers till I find some pictures of him. I use one for the scan and the firewall breaks down. What a low security system, does he not think anyone will try this? I brush off the thought and call River updating him on everything so far. He tells me to sit tight and wait for a few minutes, I comply scrolling through my phone for the time being.
I come across an email from Vogue asking me for a last minute photoshoot for the cover of the month. I send back my response which is a yes because it's been long since I've done anything normal wise. In about ten minutes River calls to tell me to use the usb drive and install it into the pc hardware. When I'm absolutely sure that it reached one hundred percent capacity, I take it out and put it in my clutch.
This was easy, in and out simple. I head back to the rooftop to find Oasis still sleeping soundly on the mattress, the bulge on his pants still there. Wow, that's gotta hurt. I take off his clothes, descreetly covering him with sheets and place a few fake kisses on his neck and shade his lips with my red lipstick. Perfect. I place a note on his table telling him that I had to go and thanking him for the night, making it sound as though it was a one time thing.
I go downstairs and look through his kitchen drawers for any tape or gum. I find some clear tape and press it over the screen of the smartwatch. It makes a clear print and I run back to place it on the stand beside the mattress. Satisfied I use the print for his door and leave, hopefully saying goodbye to this stage and winning the round this time around.
I groan finally happy to be home - well Ash's house. I leave my heels in the hallway because it's been a long fucking night. I want nothing more than to sleep for the next 24 hours with no disturbance. When I reach my room I immediately strip down to my bra and lace undergarments. I throw the dress onto my bed and head straight for the bathroom, removing my makeup washing my face fully.
I tie my now very short hair into a small ponytail at the bottom. I could use a drink. I decide against it also making a mental note to give River the USB in the morning, I actually doubt anyone's home they all might still be at the ball or somewhere else.
"How do you want it, how do you feel? Comin' up as a-?" I answer my phone. Nobody on the other line says anything after my constant hellos so I hang up and throw it in the bed without another glance.
My mind is no longer preoccupied and is slowly drifting to other thoughts. I lay on my bed upside down my head where my feet should be, still in my undergarments. I can't stop myself from thinking about Ash in that office. How much I've actually missed his touch and the way he had no idea where to start but it seemed like he was more than willing.
I close my eyes trying to remove the thoughts while mumbling incoherent sentences which curse Ash. Suddenly I feel a shadow towering over me and feel more than prepared to grab my gun. He blocks the lights creating his figure over my body on the bed and I groan. When I open my eyes I'm met with a very sexy sight. Again.
Ash stands over me, the buttons of his shirt undown till the last three and his tie hanging loosely around his collar. His man bun is still intact making my thoughts run wild with possiblities. Holy mother of gumballs that's hot. My hormones are having a field day right now. His jaw clenched as his eyes roam over my face down trailing my body - my half-naked body.
"Why are you cussing me out Aria?" he asks in a demanding voice. I know that tone, I have no idea whether to like that tone right now. It was definitely an octave lower and I blink a few times trying to make sure that I'm not imagining my own shit.
"You frustrate me." I answer in a matter-of-fact tone. He chuckles and bends down still towering me - yanking my hair by the little ponytail which is hanging of the bed. I wince.
"The same way you've frustrated me for the past four months" his face is inches from mine and his other hand goes to the side of my face moving down slowly to my jaw. My thighs clench. His touch is so soft that I don't want it to go away. Well that is until the movement stops.
When I look at Ash his eyes scream anger and confusion as he tilts my head to side. I'm confused at first until I remember a certain Oasis bit my jaw and most probably left a mark. Shit. His grip on my hair becomes tighter and I want to tell him to let me go before I go bald.
"My hair is already short I really don't want to go bal-" before I can even finish my sentence, Ash slides his thumb into my mouth holding my chin and his rings create a cold sensation in my skin. He gestures for me to close my mouth around his thumb and I obey evidently sucking it. He makes a sound at the back of his throat that makes me throb.
"Stand." he demands. I do as he says and get off the bed standing in front of me. I chew the inside of my mouth nervously until eventually my bottom lip is captured between my teeth. He uses his thumb swiftly to remove my lip from my teeth, "Come to my room in exactly thirty seconds. Don't make me wait!"
I nod and he leaves my room. I realease a breath I didn't know I was holding in and follow him to his room in the time given. I know he said to not make me wait but I'm contemplating going in there at all. Again, why am I allowing this? I should just turn back. This is only complicate things between us, we're finally at a stage where we can tolerate each other.
Before I can the door opens and I'm dragged inside. I stumble a bit but Ash's grip keeps me balanced, he let's go of my wrist and closes the door with a bang. I can sense the way his anger radiates of him, the desperate way in which he wants to release the pent up frustration. Unfortunately for me, I don't think thats a good thing.
"You made me wait..." he whispers, walking up next behind me. "You didn't heed my warning, are you fond of going against me?" he removes the garter that ties up my hair and it falls to my sides short as it is. His finger trails my back from my hips all the way up. It creates shivers up my spine but I keep my hormones at bay.
"I didn't...didn't mean to" I answer breathlessly. Something tells me he doesn't care. God, get it together Aria.
"Another man touching, marking something that's mine is a dead man walking, corazón" he slurs. I have no clue which part of his sentence does it but I snap and turn to face him, defiance laced in my words.
"You've got to be kidding? Yours? I'm not yours, I'm not anyone's property why don't you ask Katlin to nurse your fucking feelings!" I say angrily. How hypocrital of me to bring the girl who shivered upon hearing my name, it was a sight to see. The pure fear on her face when I told her who I was, the way she thought her exclusiveness with Ash would somewhat corcern.
"Where the fuck did she come from?" He furrows his eyebrows in confusion. He's asking me why I'm bringing her up when I didn't say anything when he was busy with her and now he wants to get jealous over someone else. No fucking way.
"You don't get to be jealous like a teenager who seems to suddenly give a fuck about me okay, you have no right!" I walk up to him, square in his face.
"You will not tell me what my rights are!" He shouts, he wraps his hands around my waist territorially as if claiming me right this instant, "You are mine, no one except me is allowed to touch you the way I do!"
I remove myself from him heading for the door, "You're fucking crazy." I mumble before I'm spun around and picked up hanging over Ash's shoulders. I fight against his hold but it's useless the odd were never in my favor. He walks over to his bed and drops me as it bounces for a few moments. He climbs over my body leaning in my ear.
"You want crazy, I'll fucking show you crazy. I'm gonna fuck you into insanity for that smartass little mouth of yours. You belong to me, get that through your pretty little head. That smile, this hair, this body, those damn lips are all mine!" I suck in a breath at his words, suddenly finding it hard to breathe normally.
"Now you've just fucking pissed me off" he stands, flipping me over my back facing him and lifts me up by my hips - face down, ass up. His movements are fast that I don't even comprehend what's happening except for the stinging pain that I feel on my ass. Even with his soothing, the pain stings. Shit! I gasp and pull the sheets evidently biting them to keep my screams at bay.
"What do you say, Aria?" he asks. Unable to say anything at the moment I decide to take a risk and keep quiet only nodding and pushing my hips further to him. Alas, Ash doesn't to seem to like that as he lands another harsh spank on my ass. I whimper, gripping the sheets more.
"I don't like repeating myself."
"Thank you, sir."
"Good girl...let go of the sheets, corazón." he warns. I let go of them but still gripping on for dear life. Another harsh spank and this time I can't stop myself from whimpering. Ash snickers from behind me and I wanna punch his handsome face. The third time only hurts more, most probably leaving a print on my ass. My whimpers are soft, muffled because of my lips caught between my teeth.
"Thank you sir."
He flips me again, securing his hands on my waist and making me stand in front of him. His hand runs through my hair as he stares at me biting my lip in anticipation. Ash repeats his action of removing my lip with his thumb, still staring at me intensely. He must get tired of doing that.
"Does it hurt?" he asks, I nod and he grins looking all the more satisfied.
His lips suddenly crash mine and he kisses me gently, softly with tender lips. The kiss feels so much like home, like I've been away for far too long. Every memory of us kissing floods my mind, making this all the more difficult to want to pull away. Ash deepens the kiss and I don't stop him, gripping his hair I release it from the garter and sigh into his mouth. I'm gonna miss you manbun. I run my hand through his hair, tugging at his roots when he does the same.
The kiss turns into a hungrier feeling as we pull and tug each other to get closer. Ash's breaks off the kiss, his head falling back as he groans emphasizing how much he missed this before returning his lips back on mine. I hum in surprise and relax into it again, incoherent moans into his mouth. He let's go again and I whimper at the sudden loss of contact making him laugh.
"Say you're mine" he asks, his voice now laced with a bit of vulnerability, "it doesn't have to mean anything, that you'll forgive me or we'll start over but just say you're mine"
"I'm yours." I reply. At the moment I'm hoping he does understand that it doesn't mean I forgave him or that we'll start over. I want to start over but I have to be certain that Ash is not lying here. I just want to be able to trust him. His lips meet mine again and we sink into it before he pulls away again. Seriously!?
"One more time." he mutters, biting his lip. That's adorable.
"I'm yours, Ash." I laugh against his lips, his leg trips my foot unbalancing my weight as I fall onto the bed once again he stands up to his full height removing his entire shirt and throwing it somewhere around the room. I'm met with his tattooed chest and huge built. Her towers over me like he has no clue where to start first, in which position, in what pace.
"Good, because I'm about to fuck you like I you aren't."
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*Cringe* don't even say anything I already know
Anyway...
Oasis is really making it difficult for me to not like him!!!!! LIKE STOP!