I couldn’t believe it. What were the odds of running into him at this place? Unlike all the times I saw him in casual wear, Evan cleaned up really nicely. His outfit was hot. I noticed a pretty brunette on his arm; presumably his date.
“What are you doing here?” he asked me.
“I…um…” the music was so loud that we practically had to shout over each other. Clearly this was going to be hard to explain since I illegally
got into Avalon and was drinking underage. “It’s a Friday night, and my friends and I wanted to party,” the room was suddenly spinning. Those vodka shots were working faster than I had anticipated.
“Hey, don’t fall!” Jess grabbed my arm just in time and helped me regain balance.
“Have you been drinking?” Evan let go of that chick's hand and folded his arms against his chest. He narrowed his eyes at me suspiciously.
“No,” I replied and looked down at my heels “it’s just these shoes, been dancing in them all night.”
“Wait…is this Evan,
as in your Uncle Evan
?” Jessica asked me, while fixing her gaze on his face.
“Yes, that would be me. I didn’t realize I was that popular,” he smiled and winked at me.
“Wow! Does everyone in your family look so young?”
“Pretty much,” I let out a little laugh, and felt my motor skills weaken as the alcohol worked its way into my bloodstream at a rapid rate.
“Are we going to dance or what?” his date sounded annoyed. Evan looked at her and whispered something in her ear, while I watched her red, pouty lips curve up into a wide smile. She handed him her cellphone and he punched in his digits before he returned her blackberry. I watched as she bit her bottom lip and stared at him seductively, brushing her hand down his chest and walking away. Okay, awkward!
“Well, it was nice running into you,” I tried to wrap up the conversation as quickly as possible.
“Wait,” he grabbed my arm as I tried to leave, and I felt a jolt of electricity flow through my body. I wasn’t sure if that was because of his touch or the fact that I was getting very intoxicated.
“First off, you’re drunk.”
“Secondly, you look upset. What happened?” there was genuine concern in those honey, brown eyes. I could see it.
“She’s fine. Our friend Steph was just being a mega bitch.”
“Jess, you don’t need to tell him!”
“You girls are still in high school right?” Evan switched glances from me to her, while we remained silent.
“Please don’t call Noah,” I begged him.
“Are you kidding me? He’d probably think I brought you two in here myself.”
We couldn’t help but laugh.
“You shouldn’t have been drinking though. Someone could’ve easily slipped something into your drink,” he gave me a worried look. “Same to you
,” those dark pools were zooming in on Jessica now.
“We bought all our drinks tonight and sat in the VIP
section!” She beamed at him. I think Jess was more intoxicated than I was, though she held her liquor more gracefully than me.
“Wow, VIP huh?”
he flashed a teasing smile my way. “I should’ve partied with you girls tonight.”
“Oh my god, your uncle is so
cool! Why didn’t you introduce me to him sooner?” “I was kidding about the partying part,”
he quickly added and chuckled lightly.
I was about to shift my weight onto my other foot, when my ankle slightly twisted.
Evan caught me in his arms just in time, and helped me stand up straight. “I got you.” Talk about quick reflexes.
“I just…need to sit down,” I was seriously buzzing.
“She was about to call a cab to go home,” Jessica stated. “Technically we’re supposed to be at a sleepover tonight.”
“But instead you got all dolled up and thought you’d walk right into Avalon, huh?” Evan laughed and I couldn’t help but smile. He was definitely handling my rebellion much better than Noah was.
“Well, the fake ID’s made it pretty convenient,” she answered. “You…have…”
I paused and looked up at him, wrapping both my arms around his neck. “The…mmmost…amaaaazinnng laugh!”
My speech was a little slurred, but I giggled the embarrassment away.
“She’s definitely drunk,” he chuckled and then looked at Jess.
“And you smell nice!”
I yelled out like an idiot, leaning in closer to his neck, so that I could secretly satisfy my cologne fetish.
“She’s not going home,” Evan shook his head. “Not when she’s this drunk. Her dad will probably ground her till she’s twenty one.”
I blurted out in a drunken stupor. “I’m soooooooooooo
mad at him!” I lost my balance once more, but he caught me and wrapped his arm around my waist more securely so I wouldn’t trip again. I felt like I was glued to his body now; his hard, muscular body.
“I think I better take her back to my place.”
“Yes! Please do!” I sounded a little too
eager as I rested my head in the crook of his neck, and leaned on him for support. Drinking those last two shots was a really bad idea.
“You should get home as well Jessica. It’s not exactly the safest environment for you here.”
“Uh, yeah…unfortunately if I go home looking like this,
my parents would so kill me. So I’m just going to hang back until the girls are ready to leave. Not looking forward to staying over at Steph’s place tonight though. I’ll try and talk to her Aria. You deserve an apology.” “Oh my gosh Jess
, you were so willing to get yourself grounded for life because of me.”
“And I still would’ve accepted such a cruel fate if your uncle hadn’t shown up.”
“I love you bitch!” I flung myself at her, and hugged her as tight as possible. “Can’t…breathe…lungs…collapsing—”
“Oops, sorry!” I released her from my deadly embrace and leaned on Evan once more.
“I love you too,” she laughed.
“And I don’t want a lame ass apology from that slut!” I shouted like some person who had gone partially deaf and wasn’t able to hear themselves.
Aria,” Evan gave me an awkward stare. “Let’s get you out of here.”
“Text me!” Jessica shouted over the music.
“I will!” I answered back, and carefully walked beside my uncle as he led me towards the exit.
“What about…your date?” I was miserably losing my motor skills because I nearly tripped again. But it helped having my arm around his shoulder.
“She wasn’t my date.”
“Then what did you whisper in her ear?” I giggled.
“Something extremely inappropriate,” he smiled nonchalantly.
“Which explains why you whispered!” My laughter filled the air as he helped me walk without spraining my ankles.
“You’re a pretty funny drunk.”
“I’m not drunk! I’m just…everything’s kind of in…slowwww motion
,” I dramatically emphasized.
“I’m sure,” he laughed. “Just hold on to me, I’ll carry you once we’re out of the club.” oOo
A cool breeze danced through my hair when we finally stepped onto the city street. It was almost the middle of June, which meant the summer was approaching, and it was going to be a hot one for sure. I felt abnormally feverish. Drinking all that alcohol had really spiked my body temperature.
“I’m parked underground. I’m going to carry you now, okay?”
I just nodded and let Evan scoop me up in his arms. I was expecting to see his Impala in the parking space, but there was a black and chrome colored motorcycle instead. It was a Harley Davidson
Evan placed me down on my feet and handed me a helmet.
“Are you able to hold on?”
“Yes!” I was suddenly super excited to ride on the back of his bike with him. It was going to be my first time.
“Wait, you won’t get pulled over for a DUI
if I’m drunk, right?” I was trying really hard not to sound
“No, but you
can get charged with public intoxication.”
“Oh…well, that’s a shitty deal.”
He took off his blazer and helped me put it on. “It’s going to get windy on the road.”
“What about you?”
“I don’t need it. You can keep me warm,” he smiled charismatically at me, and I think I felt myself blush a little.
Evan got on his bike and gave me one last glance. “Hop on and hold on tight. I’ll get us back to my place in a flash,” he put on his helmet and I suddenly heard a loud, guttural, yet thunderous retort, as the engine roared to life. I wore the spare helmet and sat astride behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist. This was going to be one hell of a thrill ride. oOo
That motorcycle ride was a serious rush. It felt incredible to just feel the actual speed of the bike. I wasn’t afraid of falling, because I was holding onto Evan so tightly that I was almost convinced I was squeezing his diaphragm too hard. But we reached his place in one piece. He parked next to his Impala in the underground garage, before we took an elevator up to his loft.
“You’re going to fall over again,” he chuckled when I let go of his shoulder.
“I can stand…” I leaned back against the cold steel surface, and watched as the numbers in the elevator slowly lit up, one after another. My feet were sore and I couldn’t wait to take my shoes off.
“I didn’t exactly picture myself visiting your place so drunk like this for the first time,” I giggled, shaking my head.
“Neither did I,” Evan responded, shoving his hands in his pockets.
I stared at him for a moment. I’m sure he felt uncomfortable. “Did you get a haircut?”
“Thanks,” he smiled and then the elevator came to a stop.
I managed to make it out of the elevator just fine, but then I foolishly lost my balance. Evan miraculously caught me again, just before my ass could hit the floor.
“It’s okay,” he laughed and carried me in his arms down the hall. God, I felt so embarrassed. I had never gotten this intoxicated before. We reached his front door, and I was expecting him to put me down, but he didn’t.
“Can you do me a favor Aria?”
“Could you reach into my front, right pocket and grab my keys?”
“You can just put me down, I’ll use the walls to help me walk,” I laughed nervously.
“No, it’s fine. Just grab my keys and open the door.”
“Okay,” I did as he asked, almost touching his crotch before I found his pocket.
“The house key is the small silver one.”
“Yeah that’s it,” he brought me closer to the door, and I unlocked it.
Evan carried me inside and kicked the door shut with his leg. “If you reach over to your left, you’ll feel a light switch next to you. Flick the lights on.”
I felt around the wall until my fingers brushed up against a set of switches. The ceiling lights in his hallway suddenly lit up and we were finally able to see.
“Thanks,” he gave me a subtle smile and took me into his kitchen. Wow…his kitchen is amazing.
I thought to myself.
“I’m going to make you some tea.”
“Tea, really? I didn’t peg you for the tea drinking type.”
“This is a special kind of tea I bought when I was in Shanghai not too long ago. It seriously helps sober you up. And it’s not for me, it’s for you
,” we approached the island in the middle of his kitchen, and he carefully placed me down on the black marble counter. “Don’t fall over.”
very funny,” I laced my voice with sarcasm. His blazer smelled really nice, but it was making me sweat. So I took it off and set it down next to me.
He smirked at me and then crouched down low, reaching for my left ankle. “Wow, you could seriously use these as a weapon,” Evan gently held onto my ankle with his right hand and pulled off my shoe with the other. I swallowed hard and watched him repeat the same sort of method on my other foot.
and very expensive.”
“I bet,” he placed my killer heels down on the stone tiled floor, and stared at my feet.
“That feels so much better. Thank you,” I sighed in relief. My feet were seriously getting murdered in those heels; such a hefty price to pay for beauty. “See, I’m not that
drunk. It was just these shoes,” I looked at him innocently.
,” he didn’t sound too convinced, as he snickered under his breath. “You have the cutest toes I’ve ever seen,” Evan was crouching on bent knees, as he grabbed my left foot and slowly massaged the sole. I blushed when he met my eyes and smiled. “Love the pedicure.”
“It’s nice to know there are guys out there who do appreciate the effort a woman puts into looking…” I paused briefly. “Presentable
“Such big words Aria, you’re still a walking thesaurus even when you’re drunk,” he laughed and I joined him.
“Anyways, it’s the little things that count right?”
I matched his smile and giggled when he pinched my toes before rising to his full height again. “I’ll be right back. Don’t move,” he left the kitchen with my shoes and blazer in his hands. Ten seconds later, I noticed the lights go on in his living room, and he returned soon after minus
his blazer and his combat boots.
“Wow…” I twisted my body to look behind me. “I love your crib.”
“It’s no mansion, but it’s spacious,” Evan replied, while he washed his hands in the sink.
“It’s perfect,” I whipped my head around and met his eyes. We both smiled at one another.
“Mi casa es su casa.” Is he always this smooth?
“Your tea will be ready soon,” he turned on the water cooker, and then opened one of his cabinets to pull out the container of pre-grounded coffee.
“Mind if I look around?”
“Just as long as you won’t topple over. I don’t think I can reach you in time from where I’m standing. I’m no superman.”
“Superman sucks,” I laughed and lifted my weight off the counter
“Yeah, I’ve always been a batman fan personally.”
“Me too!” Everything was still spinning a bit, but not as bad as before. I stepped into his living room and let my eyes wander from corner to corner. I loved the open concept design, especially his furnishings and modern art work.
“I didn’t know you collected paintings.”
“Yeah, I’m really into abstract, contemporary stuff. I bought those paintings from a variety of break out artists in New York. Sorry if you were expecting Picasso.”
“Never was a fan of the guy. When were you in New York?”
“About a year ago.”
“Too bad you couldn’t look me up.”
“Yeah, it would’ve been cool if you would’ve shown me around.”
I briskly turned around expecting to see him in the kitchen, and I was immediately startled, because he was suddenly standing right behind me. “Oh god,”
I gasped and placed a hand on my heart. “You scared me.”
“Sorry,” he smiled apologetically. “Are you afraid of me?”
“No, of course not,” I let out a little laugh. He just made me nervous, not scared.
“Good. You have no reason to be. I’m only scary in the morning.”
“The morning? How so?” I didn’t think it was possible for him to look so bad no matter the time of day, if that’s what he was referring to.
“My voice gets really deep, like unusually deep. I’ve had ex-girlfriends tell me it’s scary.”
“Hmm…I like deep.
” Oh god, that sounded so wrong! I He laughed and then my face went crimson red as I laughed with him. “I just meant—”
“I know,” he continued to chuckle as he walked back into the kitchen. “Your tea’s ready.”
“That’s great, but umm…I really
need to pee more than anything at the moment.” I was sort of embarrassed to admit it.
“The bathroom’s down that hallway on the left.”
“Thanks,” I followed his instructions and was more than happy to relieve myself. You seriously can’t ignore when nature calls. ****
Evan decided to play some mood music while he made his coffee. He could hardly believe that Aria was actually inside his loft with him. The evening had gone better than planned. Normally he would’ve just picked up a woman that most resembled his niece, and brought her back to his place for a regular lay. But having the real thing
in his home was even better. He poured some coffee into a white mug and let it cool. His plan was to slowly seduce Aria. Because he wasn’t satisfied with just one dance for the night…Evan wanted more, so much more. And he was hoping to score at least one kiss before bed. He was great at setting the stage for opportunities to present themselves, but he was realistic enough not to force it.
Aria soon appeared down the hallway and headed into the kitchen.
“You tea’s ready,” He said with a smile.
“Great,” she hoisted her weight up and sat on the edge of the counter, crossing her leg over the other.
He watched her pretty face as she arched her back and stretched. “Tired?”
“Definitely not! It’s only like…” she looked over at the digital clock on his microwave. “Two in the morning. Wow…time flies.”
He opened his refrigerator and handed her a bottle of water. “Here, you need to flush the alcohol out of your system.”
“I thought the tea was supposed to magically detox
is the crucial catalyst here. Drink up.”
“Yes sir!” She giggled, while struggling to open the cap. Her hands felt like Jell-O, and she shifted her legs so she could get off and hand him the bottle. But Evan had read her mind just in time and had already moved towards her, purposely standing in between her legs. He made it look accidental
“Oops, let me get that for you.”
She handed him the bottled water and then wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer to her body. Aria laughed because some water dripped out from the bottle and spilled on his shirt.
“Oh, you think that’s funny, huh?” his lips curved up into a mischievous grin, while Aria giggled whimsically. “Just remember who’s holding the large
quantity of water here,” Evan jokingly threatened her. She shook her head laughing and then opened her mouth.
“You want me to help you drink your water now? What are you, four?
” he laughed and stared at her sultry lips that were parted just enough for his cock to slip inside. His imagination was running wild again. “Okay, here it comes. Swallow slowly.” He carefully tipped the bottle close to the corner of her mouth and let the water pour in. A couple droplets trickled down the corner of her mouth and onto her cleavage, triggering sexually graphic images to appear in his mind. He couldn’t help but imagine his cum drizzling down her face like that.
“Thanks,” she wiped her mouth with her arm and smiled. They looked at each other for the longest five seconds, while Aria stared at her own reflection within those dark pools of mystery. His shimmering eyes still mesmerized her, and she wondered what secrets he hid behind them. “You smell like him
,” she untangled her legs from around his waist and leaned in close to his neck to sniff his cologne.
“Like who?” he answered with a sly little smile.
Aria looked up at him. “No body,” she let out a brittle laugh and retrieved the water bottle from his hand. Evan watched her throat as she gulped down the cool liquid. It was erotic and turning him on because he started to envision her deep throating his cock.
“Thanks for the water,” she exhaled, and set the bottle down on the counter.
“No problem doll face,” he was still standing in between her legs, with his arms folded in his chest.
“I like this music. It’s so chill.”
“I should take you to my favorite lounge one of these nights.”
“Well, I’ve got fake ID now. Might as well put it to good use,” they both smirked at each other.
“Yeah, I’ll be monitoring your drinking next time.”
“Does that mean you’ll let me drink while we’re out together?” she could hardly believe her ears.
“Over in England the legal drinking age is 18, but technically anyone under 16 may consume alcohol bought by parents or guardians.”
“Wow, I didn’t know that. But we’re in the United States, not England.”
“We can pretend to be English immigrants for one night. What do you say?”
“I’m so down for that,” her eyes lit up.
“By the way, how are things at home? Are you still giving your dad the silent treatment?”
“Yeah, I don’t care though,” she lied.
Evan noticed her frown, and he reached out to gently cup her face. “Now that
is a lie,” his brown eyes pierced right through hers. “You do care.”
“It is what it is,” she shrugged. “He’s being so mean to me. I’m still not allowed to see you.”
“Then I guess bringing you over to my place was definitely a bad idea,” Evan replied, as he reluctantly dropped his hands from her face.
“What Noah doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”
“Look at you, all sly
,” he grinned.
“You have no
He didn’t want to take his eyes off her. Not for one second. But his coffee was getting cold.
“I’m sorry I ruined your night.”
“You didn’t,” his smile was soft.
“So am I going to cringe when I taste this tea?”
“No, I don’t think so. It looks like green tea actually,” he watched her lower herself back on her feet again before leaving the kitchen.
“I like the dark brown leather,” she strolled into his large living room and lied down on his four -seater sofa.
“Someone is definitely tired,” Evan said, following her out with two hot mugs in his hands. He set Aria’s tea down on the square, espresso colored coffee table, before sitting down near the end of the sofa.
“I’m just testing out your couch to see if it’s comfy. The sofas back at our place look amazing, but they’re not too comfortable to sit on.”
“One of my buddies is a carpenter. Some of the furniture you see here is all hand crafted by him.”
“I love it. It’s so different,” Aria sat up and reached for her steaming mug.
“Thanks. I like to express my individuality. I’ve always been like that. It’s what makes me the black sheep in the family.”
“I know the feeling,” she took a few sips of her tea, and then placed it back down on the table. “It tastes very um…herbal.”
He laughed out loud. Aria smiled and curled up next to him.
“Are you cold?” he asked, wrapping one arm around her.
“No, just want to cuddle.”
“Well, that I can definitely do.”
She rested her head against Evan’s chest, while they both drank their hot beverages and talked about all sorts of random subjects. Aria was laughing and really enjoying his company. He talked about all the times he used to get in trouble when he was in high school; skipping class and pranking his teachers. And he listened to her open up about her childhood; a mixture of happy and unpleasant
memories. The casual lounge music that was playing from his stereo suddenly changed to something more slow and melancholy. The male vocalist had a very soothing, soul riveting voice. Aria felt a huge lump at the back of her throat, almost moving her to tears. He noticed the shift in her mood right away, and it worried him.
“Are you okay?” he brushed her hair away from her face.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” she set her empty mug down back down on the table and looked at him. “This song…”
“You know it?”
“It just brings back memories,” she fought with all her might to not shed any tears.
“Not so pleasant I’m assuming.”
The pain in her sapphire eyes was so palpable. “I started learning contemporary dance a few years ago. We had this program after school, so I signed up. My dance teacher was getting us all prepared to give a big show at the end of the school year, and there was this solo performance she had choreographed for me. It was to this
song. Contemporary dance is closely related to ballet, classical and modern dance styles in case you didn’t know.”
“I’m familiar with it.”
“Oh, that’s great. Then I don’t need to explain.”
Evan just smiled and gave her his undivided attention. His mother had forced him to take ballroom dancing when he was younger, which is why he had some dance experience. Out of all the different artistic styles, contemporary was his favorite.
“Anyway, for weeks I was trying really hard to learn the choreography to this song. Ms. Geneva’s vision was for me to narrate a story through the movement of my body.”
“What story was that?”
“A young girl abandoned by her lover. Hoping and praying that he would return and set her free from the shackles of misery and destitution that had bound her to endless sorrows.”
“That sounds very deep.”
“Yeah, I remember that part well,” she chuckled lightly and was quiet for a moment. “You know what the sad part is Evan?”
He shook his head and set his coffee down on the table.
“I had difficulty connecting with this song at first. My teacher said I wasn’t feeling
the music. According to her, my movement was too rehearsed and mechanical. There was no fluidity when I danced, and it was because I wasn’t able to connect with the song and the theme of the story. She wanted more emotion from me. I didn’t know what it was like to be abandoned by a lover, so I had to dig up painful memories and use that as inspiration to help me dance,” she vulnerably admitted, while blinking back some tears. “I had to narrate a different story in my head, pretending that my father was abandoning me…never to return.”
“Just like he did when you were a baby,” Evan’s voice was gentle and comforting. He didn’t like to see her in pain like this.
“Well, anyway, it worked. Ms. Geneva was impressed and completely blown away when I finally performed in front of an audience. She told me it was as if I had transformed from an ugly duckling to a beautiful swan overnight.
“You could never be ugly, what an envious hag.”
“She meant my dancing,” Aria giggled. “I poured my heart out on that stage. My family didn’t show up though. I was bummed about that. Mom tried to make it to my performance, but had to work late,” she sighed heavily. “It feels like ages ago, to be honest.”
“Dance it for me.”
No way,” Aria laughed, shaking her head.
“You said no one showed up to your performance. Well, I’m technically your family, and I’m here,” he stood up and dragged the large coffee table to the other end of the room.
“What are you doing?” she watched him walk over to the light switches in the corner.
“Creating a stage for you,” Evan dimmed the lights, so that the room looked very ambient and romantic.
“Are you serious? Oh my god, I can hardly remember the routine!”
“Contemporary dance is all about freestyle. Just let your emotions lead your movement.”
“And how would you know that?” Aria smiled and stood up.
He ignored her question, walked over to his home theatre set, and replayed the song from the beginning. “Take center stage Miss Hunter
. Your audience awaits.”
“Yeah, my audience of one,”
Evan turned up the volume, as the soothing melody flowed from the surround sound speakers that were stationed around the room.
“I don’t know why I’m nervous.”
“Don’t be. Just imagine me in my underwear if that helps,” he teased her with a little smirk and sat down on the sofa, right across from where she was standing. That definitely doesn’t help.
Aria thought to herself. Imagining him naked only made her stomach tighten in knots. She took a deep breath and watched him lean back to stretch out his arms along the edges of the sofa. It was only her, Evan and the music now. She closed her eyes and tried to find that secret place in her mind where she compartmentalized all her pain.
He stared at her as she slowly began to sway her body side to side, motioning into a full spin and rotating on one foot like a ballerina. She then moved her arms in various positions, as if she were reaching out for something that she could never have; an invisible man, a ghostly lover who was there, yet not there. The Piano melody in the song was very moving, and it only made her tear up as she opened every bandaged wound on her body and allowed the blood to flow out. She was internally reflecting her pain through dance, moving her body so fluidly. Aria arched her back and raised her arms in the air. Then she leaned forward, stretching her right leg back in the second arabesque
position, extending her arms out in front of her. Her movements only demonstrated her incredible flexibility, as she spun and pirouetted
around the floor.
She slid her leg into the second ballet position
and twisted her body around in a fouette,
whipping her other leg out every time she did a full spin.
Evan watched her, completely entranced by her improvised performance. He noticed that she kept her eyes closed while she danced, but there were tear tracks streaking down her cheeks. She was halfway through the song when he suddenly stood up and walked around her. Aria still kept her eyes shut, and was too lost in the music to notice that he had moved. Her chest felt heavy as she flashed back, sifting through all her painful memories without Noah…without having a real
father. Abandoned and alone, she grew up not knowing what fatherly love was. She danced her aching heart out like a lost soul that was forever doomed in limbo. Because no matter how long she gracefully moved her body, no matter how much she prayed and yearned for him
to return and hold her…he would never come back. She would forever be alone with her sorrows. Aria welcomed those feelings, and allowed them to be the driving force that influenced her choreography.
Evan watched her twirl her body like a spinning top, until she finally slowed down and opened her eyes to see an empty sofa across from her. She blinked a few times in confusion, not knowing where he went, when suddenly she felt a strong pair of arms envelop her waist. Her heart fluttered when he lifted her and slowly slid his free hand underneath her thigh. He aided her body forward in a fish dive
and she bent her standing leg into a parallel passé.
Aria used her back strength to pull herself upright, arching her back against his chest.
Evan gently let her body slip out of his grasp before he slid his hands up her waist and tightened his grip below her rib cage. He lifted her up on his right shoulder in a shoulder sit
position and she raised her arms up and lowered them down like a flower that was coming to full bloom. She carefully balanced her weight and then slowly curved her back over his shoulder so that she looked like a dying girl that was about to take her last breath. He held onto her and spun her body as her hair whipped around in the air. It was as if the story in her mind had magically taken a new twist. The sad and depressing tale of the lonely, abandoned girl was being rewritten. A mysterious man had seen her dancing with her bleeding heart in her hand, amongst a crowd of people. She cried out to be seen and felt crushing despair when her voice fell on deaf ears. No one looked or listened. But he did
. And he came to her rescue, to set her free and make her feel safe, and loved
Tears welled up in her eyes as she envisioned the story unfolding in her mind. A soldier returning home, with many haunting and painful memories of his own, yet all his woes are forgotten when he sees the beautifully broken girl dancing alone in the street. Their fingers interlock when he approaches her from behind and lifts her body so that she’s floating above the ground, light as a feather.
Evan slid Aria’s body down his shoulder with ease, and controlled the movement of her arms, hugging her close to his chest. He wanted to heal her wounds with every stroke of his fingertips against her skin. She imagined him as her own personal tourniquet. His touch held healing abilities that magically made the scars beneath her skin disappear, if only in that moment that balanced between music and fantasy. She no longer felt like she was in reality, and she felt terribly frightened because something was happening inside of her. Something she couldn’t ignore. Aria and Evan had beautifully demonstrated how two people can become one body, and one soul through dance. It was as if they were breathing through one pair of lungs. Every breath that was inhaled and exhaled was matched in rhythm as he entwined his fingers through hers and lifted her up again, so that she was able to stretch her legs out into the splits
. She tightened her calf muscles and held that position as he slowly rotated her in a full 360 degree turn. Aria felt like she was flying every time Evan lifted her. She had no idea why his body felt so familiar to her. A part of her never wanted the song to end. He had taken one of her most painful memories and transformed it into something beautiful and memorable. He was making the pain of that memory fade away. She no longer felt broken, abandoned and forgotten. “Run to me, I’ll catch you
,” Evan whispered in her ear, as he gently placed her down.
“That’s the scariest lift,” Aria replied, and turned around to face him.
“Trust me. I’ll catch you,” he flashed a confident smile and held onto her wrists, lightly caressing them with his fingertips. She was hesitant at first, but he kept encouraging her. “Come on! We can so nail it.”
She bit her bottom lip, and then smiled. He watched her walk away, placing a proper amount of distance between them. She stopped once she was far enough.
“I promise I’ll catch you!” he stretched out his arms and prepared himself for his make or break moment.
“You better! I’m still a little tipsy!”
“Just be glad you have those shoes off!” Evan hollered back over to her.
Aria smiled and closed her eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. She was happy to see that he was still there when she finally opened them. Please catch me.
She suddenly bolted and took off, like Jennifer Grey running to Patrick Swayze’s arms in Dirty Dancing.
Everything happened so fast, and she screamed when she felt his hands come in direct contact with her waist, hoisting her up in the air. Aria felt her body rise as she quickly extended her legs back and spread her arms out like an eagle that was flying in the sky.
“Yes! You did it!” He cheered.
She felt so weightless and it was definitely a huge head rush.
“Oh my god, we did it, on the first try!” She tried not to get too
excited, fearing that she would ruin the lift and fall. But Evan securely held onto her and supported her weight above him. The song was soon coming to an end and he carefully lowered her down again, feeling her soft breasts brush against his chest as he placed her on her feet.
Aria held onto his shoulders and stared into his eyes. “That was amazing. You never told me that you had a dance background.”
“My mother forced me to take a bit of ballroom when I was younger. I hated it at first, but then I started to like it because it helped me score chicks.”
,” she laughed, shaking her head at him. Her hands still rested on his sculpted shoulders, while he still held onto her hips. The energy between them had completely shifted, and they were both aware of it.
“You dance beautifully Aria. I’m glad I was lucky enough to watch you tonight.”
“You pleasantly surprised me.”
“I’m just full of surprises
…” he spoke in a low, seductive tone as he gently caressed her hip. She felt a thrilling pull in the pit of her stomach, because his touch was arousing her. Conflicted by these feelings, Aria finally disconnected the physical contact between them, and took a step back.
“So I guess I’m crashing here tonight?”
“You guessed right,” Evan secretly tried to recover from the wave of emotions she had provoked out of him. He walked back over to the coffee table and carried their empty mugs to the kitchen sink.
“Thanks for the tea. It helped,” she smiled sheepishly at him.
“Don’t mention it,” he replied, and walked back towards her.
exactly will I be sleeping?”
“I have a guest bedroom. Everything you need is in there. But unfortunately, I don’t have any evening-wear
“Oh, well that’s fine—”
“You can just wear one of my shirts though. I doubt my shorts will fit around your tiny waist.”
“That’s fine. Just give me a shirt. I need to get out of this dress.”
Evan frowned at her. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
“Because I wasn’t sober enough to notice the discomfort yet,” she laughed a bit and blushed when he arched his eyebrow at her and motioned her forward with his hand.
Aria could hardly believe her eyes when she walked into Evan’s room. All that erotic photography had definitely shocked her. She stood in awe and fascination, while he walked into his closet and found her a shirt. He returned shortly after and handed her a white cotton T. “Yeah, the artwork in my room is kind of X-rated
,” he chuckled.
“I…just wasn’t expecting to see a bunch of naked women in your room,” she laughed nervously.
“I have an appreciation for erotic photography.”
“Those models are beautiful.”
“Yeah, they’re alright,” he replied casually and glanced at the photos.
You must find them beautiful otherwise you wouldn’t have hung their pictures on your wall.”
“That one’s my favorite,” Evan pointed at the blown up photo she was staring at.
“Photography was my thing before I got into contracting.”
“No way, really?”
“Yeah, it’s always been a hobby of mine. I took some courses back in my college days.”
“I’ve always wanted to model. Noah said that he would hook me up with some well-known modelling agencies here in LA, but so far that hasn’t happened.”
“Do you have a portfolio?”
“No,” she frowned.
“Well, you’re going to need one before you even walk into an agency. I could help you with that if you like. I can set up all my studio stuff and camera equipment here, and we can do a full day photo shoot sometime.”
“Oh my god, yes!
That would totally be amazing!” She beamed at him and wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him tightly. He couldn’t help but smile as he embraced her and breathed her in.
“You’re seriously the best.”
He personally wanted to have the honor of photographing her in racy lingerie and very risqué
clothing attire. It was all part of his plan to seduce her. She paused and took a couple steps closer to admire the erotic display of women being dominated in bed sheets and ropes.
“So, what do you think of the male model?”
Aria felt her cheeks heat up.
“He’s definitely fit—”
“Do you like his body?” Evan glanced at her, and noticed a rosy shade of pink spread across her cheeks.
“Obviously,” she giggled.
“What do you like about his body?”
“His muscles, broad shoulders, he’s totally ripped.”
“So you like muscular guys?”
“Well muscles aren’t mandatory, but always a bonus! He seems like a very dominant man based on how all these pictures were taken.” All of the women were in very submissive positions.
“How come his face wasn’t photographed?”
“Maybe his face was ugly,” Evan suppressed a laugh.
“Were all these people actually doing it or just making it look
like they’re doing it?” “Doing what exactly?”
he shifted his eyes on her and folded his arms in his chest.
,” she almost whispered.
He grinned and then glanced at the picture again. “It’s all in the eye of the beholder, whatever you want to believe.”
Aria regarded every detail, from the diamonds that were worn around the woman’s neck, to every undulated muscle on the man’s body. She noticed a black cross that was tattooed upside down on his back, and there was also a satanic pentacle that was inked in the middle of the cross. As inexperienced as she was in the sex department, she found the pictures mentally stimulating and beautiful, the longer she stared at them.
“I like how they’re in black and white.”
“Are you into photography at all, Aria?”
“A bit, yes. Though I’ve never taken pictures of naked people,” she turned away from the erotic art work and met Evan’s eyes. He found her awkwardness amusing.
“Why do you like them in black and white?”
“I don’t know. I guess it’s because it makes you recognize the potential of a certain object or person when it’s not in color. Makes you look beyond the spectrum.”
“Wow, kind of sounded deep there.”
“I’m a very deep person.”
“I’ve noticed,” his lips curved up into a half smile as he held her gaze.
“I really should get some sleep. I’m sure you’re tired as well,” Aria broke the silence.
“There’s a bathroom in the guest room. I’ve got some brand new tooth brushes in the medicine cabinet.”
“For your sleep overs I suppose?” she teased him.
“Always best to be prepared.”
“In that case you should consider purchasing some night time attire
for your lady friends.”
“My lady friends
sleep naked, and they don’t occupy the guestroom. Let’s just put it that way.”
Evan,” her cheeks flared up in heat once more.
“Hey, I was just being honest,” he observed her carefully, questioning if she felt jealous at all.
She cast her eyes away and stared at his bed. Aria wondered how many women had slept in there with him. “Right, I’m off to bed,” she rolled her eyes and walked out of his bedroom.
“Goodnight!” Evan called out.
“I like pancakes in the morning!” she hollered back.
He leaned against the doorframe and watched his sexy niece disappear down the hall. ****
It had started to rain during the night, and Aria was tossing and turning in her sleep. She was having a nightmare. “No…no, please don’t…
” she whimpered and rolled on her other side. The rumbling sound of thunder clapped in the sky as Evan’s eyes suddenly snapped wide open when he heard a scream. Immediately, he threw his body out of bed and rushed towards the guest bedroom.
“Aria! Are you okay!?”
he didn’t bother knocking. He just stormed right into the room, half panicked. But his sleeping beauty was already awake, sitting upright in the darkness.
“I…I had a nightmare,” she ran her fingers through her tousled hair, while lightning lit up the room in random intervals.
Evan walked over to the window and closed it shut, leaving only the blinds open. “You scared me. I thought someone was murdering you,” he looked back at her and sauntered over to the queen sized bed, relieved that she was alright. They were able to see each other just fine because their eyes had adjusted to the dark.
“Sorry,” Aria murmured and hid her face in her hands.
“Do you want to talk about it?” he sat down on the edge of the bed and moved closer to her.
“No, thanks though,” she wasn’t ready to open up about that particular chapter in her life; the chapter filled with her step dad beating her. Instead, she looked up at Evan and noticed that he didn’t have a shirt on. She already knew that he had a very muscular physique, but seeing him topless sort of took her breath away. He was unbelievably built. It was as if a sculptor had chiselled his body into flawless perfection. “I’m sorry I woke you up.”
“Stop saying sorry,” he replied, while another loud crash of thunder roared in the sky. “I would’ve woken up anyway with this storm coming in.”
“You’re a light sleeper?”
“Yeah, the slightest sounds can wake me.”
“Yeah, sometimes,” he watched her hug her knees to her chest. “I’m going to get you a glass of water. Usually helps calm me down when I get nightmares.”
“Do you have them frequently?”
“I used to get pretty bad night terrors when I was a kid. Not so much anymore,” he placed a comforting hand on her knee. “Sit tight.”
Aria watched as he stood up and turned around to leave the room. Her heart unexpectedly dropped to her stomach, because she had made a shocking discovery in the darkness. She had to blink a few times to see to see if it was a hallucination. But sure enough, the evidence was right there in front of her. There was a black cross tattooed upside down, in black ink on his back. And there was a pentacle drawn through it, identical to the one she had seen on that model from one of the photos displayed on Evan’s wall. The man in the photographs was Evan
. Oh my god. All those women were…with him.
She concluded in silence.
It didn’t take very long for him to return, but he realized that she wasn’t in bed anymore. Evan looked around and found Aria standing by the window as lightning buzzed behind her. The downpour of rain had gotten louder and heavier. “Why’d you get out of bed?” he noticed that she had pulled up the hem of his T shirt and knotted it at the side, revealing her flat, toned stomach. Her body was divine, and felt movement down below in his boxers when his eyes cascaded to her black thong.
“I just needed to stretch my legs for a second.”
“Here,” he walked over to her and held out the cool glass. ”Drink this. You’ll feel better.”
“Thanks,” Aria took a couple sips at first, and then drank it all down, not realizing how thirsty she actually was. She wondered why he didn’t just tell her that it was him in the photos. Maybe he didn’t want anyone to know. That explains why there were no face shots in the pictures.
“You okay? You look a little…disturbed.”
“No, I’m fine. Just still shaken up from that nightmare,” she decided not to speak her mind and open up the topic of him participating in those highly graphic sex positions. Aria walked back towards the bed, placing the empty glass down on the nightstand, before slipping under the covers again.
“I’m going to try and sleep. Sorry again for waking you.
He stared at her long and hard before replying; “Don’t sweat it,” Evan really didn’t want to leave her. “Sweet dreams.”
She fixed her eyes on that tattoo once more as he walked out of the bedroom. Aria wasn’t sure how she felt about that. What if all those women were his lovers?
She questioned in her mind. ****
Later that night, Evan was lying on his back with his right arm hanging crooked over his eyes. He was hovering in between a dream state and restlessness when he felt movement near his left side. A warm body moved toward him, gently pulling the covers back. He was instantaneously pulled out of his sleep spell, and was wide awake.
“Can I lay with you?” her voice was hoarse and sounded like she had been crying.
“Yeah, come here,” he stretched out his arm and felt her crawl in closer, molding herself to his body. Aria rested her head on his bare chest and wrapped her arm around his waist.
“Would you ever hurt me if I made you really mad?”
He froze for a second, and then tilted her chin up. “You know the answer to that question. Tell me what you were dreaming about.”
“Come on Aria.”
She shook her head and moved her leg over his. “Don’t’ want to.”
Evan let out an exasperated sigh. He was frustrated. Not only because she wouldn’t tell him what was wrong, but also because he had a raging hard on and if she only moved her hand down a little lower, she would’ve been able to feel it.
“Your heart’s beating really fast,” she said, while she pressed her ear against his heart chamber.
“I think I was having a nightmare before you came in,” he slid a lazy hand down her lower back and felt his cock throb in his boxers when he rubbed the dimples at the small of her back.
“I can’t sleep.”
“I figured as much,” he tried to lighten the conversation, but Aria remained silent. The only sound that could be heard was the heavy rain hitting the rooftop, and the low rumble of thunder in the distance.
“You’re the man in the photographs. That model, it’s you isn’t it?” she felt incredibly nervous asking him this, but it was all she could think about it.
“Yes, it’s me,” Evan openly admitted.
“So are those women your trophy ex girl friends or what?”
“Trophies? No. Ex-girlfriends, just one.”
“Is it the woman with the diamonds?”
Aria was silent for a while. “Why didn’t you tell me it was you?”
“I wasn’t planning on telling you. I assume you saw my tattoo.”
“Yeah,” she paused a moment and bit her lip. “I didn’t know you were so—”
“I’m a sex addict Aria,” he cut her off. “I love sex,” his voice was deep and seductive. She felt a squeezing pull inside of her when she heard him say ‘sex’.
“Oh, I um…I didn’t know that. I’m sorry if I’m prying,” she sat up and tried not to stare at his naked body. “I shouldn’t be in here. Sorry for waking you,” she was about to leave when Evan grabbed her arm and shot her the most intensified stare.
“Like I said before, you should really
stop saying you’re sorry.”
She averted her eyes.
“Does it bother you that I have pictures of naked women hanging on my wall?”
“No, it’s your life. You can do what you want.”
“You said you liked his body.”
“Yeah, that was before I knew it was you,”
“Otherwise you would’ve have admitted it? We’re not related Aria.”
“I know that,” she still wouldn’t meet his eyes.
“You’re attracted to me.”
“I know you’re attracted to me. I can see it in the way you look at me.”
“You’re talking crazy Evan,” Aria tried to get up and leave once more, but he yanked her arm down and pulled her on top of his body. She gasped when she felt the impact of his chest jiggle her breasts. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her heart was beating like a drum when she felt his big, strong arms wrap around her waist.
“Stop fighting it.”
She gasped when she felt his hard on press against her thigh. Evan couldn’t take his eyes off her lips. He kept thinking about kissing them all night and that desire just wouldn’t go away. He was so desperate to know what it felt like to feel her soft, sensuous lips against his.
“Sit up,” it wasn’t a request. It was a demand.
“Sit up Aria.”
She slowly raised her upper body until she was mounted on top of him with his cock throbbing beneath her. Evan reached out and untied the knot that she had made at her hip with his shirt and she raised her arms in the air so he could pull his T shirt off of her body. Aria had no idea why she was being so compliant. It was like Evan was taking control over her.
“I…I’ve never done this before,” she hugged herself so that her breasts were hiding under her arms.
“I know baby.”
“How…how did you—” but before she could finish her sentence, he had already untangled her arms and was sucking on her nipples, making them harder with every flick of his tongue. Aria felt breathless as she ran her fingers through his hair and pulled him forward. Evan grabbed a fistful of her firm, ass cheeks and used his strength to flip her onto her back. He was in between her legs now and their faces were inches apart. Without wasting anymore time, his lips collided with hers as he kissed her long and hard, gliding his mouth over hers. He completely dominated her lips and coaxed them to open for him, as he slipped his tongue inside and explored. Her breathing was shallow and uneven by the time he withdrew. She closed her heavy eyelids when he dragged his tongue down the center of her chest, licking and sucking her nipples from left to right. Then going down and circling her navel before he hooked his fingers on the edges of her black thong, and tugged them down.
Aria was well groomed down below. Completely waxed, and this only excited Evan even more as he crouched down low and slid his index finger in between the wet, velvet folds of her pussy. She moaned and clutched the bed sheets.
“Do you like that?” his voice was thick with desire and his eyes drenched in lust as he looked up at her. She tried to answer him, but her arousal was uncontrollable now. Evan used two fingers this time, pressing them gently right against her entry, and sliding them up to her clit.
“You’re soaking wet Aria,” he sucked on his fingers. “And you taste so fucking sweet.”
Her eyes rolled back in pleasure when she felt his warm tongue massaging her clit, flicking it up and down really fast and then slower to tease her. A loud, feral moan escaped her lips as he got more aggressive with his tongue, and started sucking on her swollen clit.
” she moaned his name. “Stop…we have to stop…
” Noah appeared in her mind. She loved him. She couldn’t be doing this with her uncle. She nearly screamed when he buried his face in her dripping sex and started to lick and suck her uncontrollably fast until her legs started to shake. Aria felt something building up inside of her as she curled her toes and dug her fingernails into the mattress.
“You have a tight, wet cunt baby,” she watched him pull out his throbbing cock, stroking it slowly before slapping the tip right on her clit. That loud, wet sound of her juices stimulated him so much and soon his pre-cum was dripping out of his hole, onto her pussy.
, my load would look so hot on those sweet, puffy lips. You have such a pretty pussy. Do you know that?”
She was too lost in the sexual abyss that she had fallen in, impairing her ability to speak. She didn’t want to be like those nude models, photographed and hung like a trophy on his wall; his conquest
. Aria had never imagined losing her virginity this way, so easily. “Please...let’s stop,” she opened her eyes and cupped her breasts with her hands. Evan’s cock was sorely aching for release. He needed to penetrate her, but he stopped teasing her clit with the head of his cock and leaned over her body once again.
“Let’s play a little game. If you play it right…I’ll stop.”
“Evan, no, I—” she inhaled sharply when he pressed his fingers right against her clitoris. Letting go of her breasts, she grabbed his shoulders and felt daring enough to stare into the fierce intensity of his eyes.
“Spell the letters out Aria.”
She was confused at first, and didn’t know what he meant until he started writing out alphabetical letters really slow with his middle finger on her clit. “Spell them and we’ll stop. I promise.”
Her breathing was jagged and rough as she closed her eyes and waited for him to torture her. Evan spread her outer lips more and relocated her clit. He slowly began to trace the first letter with his index finger right against the swollen flesh.
“Good,” he encouraged her and traced the second letter just as slow.
Then then third letter.
“Good girl,” he took pleasure in watching her squirm every time he moved his finger.
“I…” she knew she must have been spelling the letters correctly since he kept going. “S…”
"G…O…I…N…G….” she took her time, and carefully matched each letter as he continued to spell on her clit.
“We’re on the last word now. Don’t screw it up.”
“M…E—” Aria took a moment to repeat everything correctly in her head. She was able to visualize the letters and gasped in shock when she figured it out.
He smiled darkly when he saw the realization settle in her eyes. “That’s right, I am
,” Evan gripped his cock, and slammed it into her without any warning.
She cried out in pain and her eyes suddenly snapped wide open. The rain had let up, and she was alone in the guestroom, with no sign of Evan. There was a dull aching inside of her. She quickly realized that it was all a dream, but it felt so real. The sensation of being painfully penetrated still pulsed inside her, but it mostly lingered because she needed release. Her panties were soaked and she had broken a sweat. God this is so embarrassing.
She would have to wash the sheets and her clothes in the morning. Aria had no idea why Evan starred in her X rated dream, nor did she understand her arousal. But she was relieved that it didn’t actually happen, because as angry as she was, she still loved Noah. The corrupted, teenage virgin walked into the bathroom, filled up her empty glass with water and took a couple eager gulps, before she got back in bed. It was nothing, it meant nothing. It was just a stupid dream. Just a dream…
she repeated this mantra as she slowly drifted off to sleep.***** Music In Chapter:
Cibo Matto- Sugar Water Sebastien Schuller - High Green Grass (Aria’s dance song)
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