His Christmas Present

Aria's POV

"Aria! Over here!"

I turned and beheld Aunt Mira waving her arms as she had a great big smile on her face. She was running my way before I could think, and threw her arms open and embraced me.

"Oh, dear," she said , cupping my face. "Look at you! You've grown so much."

"Aunt Mira, don't embarrass me."

She ignored me completely. "You have always been studying overseas. Never spent a single holiday at home. You have become a young woman before my very eyes."

"I had to complete school," I said to myself. "You know that. I couldn't just stop."

She nodded, eyes warm. "I know. Nevertheless, it is different to see you once again. You've changed so much."

We entered her car and she began to talk. I was mostly nodding and smiling and listening. Her voice was soothing, it felt peaceful and good to be home.

Few minutes later, she abruptly turned into the street that led to the cemetery. I looked at her, but I said nothing since I already knew why.

She pulled up next to the rusted gate, and I got out holding the fresh flowers which had been lying on the backseat of her car. Every stride to the grave of my mother was heavier than the previous one. It was so long since I had been here, and as I stood before her grave my chest was tight.

I got on my knees and put the flowers into position, touching my fingers against the engraved letters. "Hi, Mom," I whispered. "I'm back. For good this time. I'm sorry I stayed away so long... I hope I can make you proud."

Aunt Mira remained silent. I took a deep breath, and attempted to restrain tears. "I've missed you," I murmured. "I should've come sooner."

"You will be all right, Aria," Aunt Mira said. "You're smart, strong... like her. Your mother would be proud."

I nodded, and it felt as though some of the pain got off my chest. Then, having passed several silent moments, we returned to the car.

I shared my plans on the ride home with Aunt Mira. "I'm staying here permanently. I cannot continue staying in a foreign country. And... Caleb and I... we have been having issues. He had asked me to drop out of school and marry him, but I had to complete my education. I was too young to sacrifice my dreams. I want to be like Mom and learn about perfumes. That was always my plan."

Aunt Mira held my hand and squeezed it. "I understand, dear. I wish you all the best."

I smiled. "Thanks, Aunt Mira. I really need that."

"So... you will be attending Selene's wedding?"

"Yes," I said firmly. "I was sent an invite weeks ago."

"And... what about you and your father?" she asked cautiously.

I hesitated. "I am not sure I can remember the last time we spoke."

She gave a small nod. "Hopefully this visit will lead to a positive change."

After we got to her house, I unpacked very fast and took a long bath, in a bid to clean up the travel fatigue and the nerves. After that, I dressed up and I made up my mind to visit Caleb at his head office. I had to speak with him, to clarify things, hope that we would be able to salvage our relationship.

I arrived in the office and the receptionist stared at me. "Can I help you?" she politely asked.

"I... I must see Caleb, I said, in an attempt to appear confident.

"Do you have an appointment?" she asked.

I hesitated. "No... but it's urgent."

I was about to say more, when I saw one of his bodyguards standing near by. I knew this one.

"Hello, please I need to see Caleb, is he inside?"

I l asked rushing to him.

He looked me up and down. "Do you have an appointment?"

"No," I said, and my throat felt as dry as a cork.

"Then you can't see him." He waved toward the exit. "Security, escort her out."

I froze, humiliated. My chest tightened. I made calls to Caleb, but it was diverted to voicemail. I sent a number of messages, none of which were responded to.

I went back to the house of Aunt Mira defeated. I told her all and she listened without saying anything, just a quiet and worried look.

I went to my room to sleep but I could not forget about Caleb. My phone continued ringing in my hand and I could not pick it up. Then there was a WhatsApp message. It was my father.

"Where are you? And why is your number not going through?"

I called him quickly. "Hello father, it's Aria. I called up to tell you that I am already back.

His response was swift, stinging and outraged. "You are back in the country and forgot to inform me? Where are you?"

I lowered my voice as I answered. "I'm with Aunt Mira."

His following words sunk my chest. "I will not have a mansion when my daughter is living in a rusty apartment with the woman that advised her mother to leave me when I made a few mistakes. You are coming to me. Now."

He hung up before I could reply.

I went to Aunt Mira. "What do I do?" I asked after telling her what my father said.

"Don't worry, Aria. It's fine. My door is open at all times, if you ever want to come back. If it ever gets too much, I am one phone call away."She said.

I nodded, but I knew it was not as easy as she made it seem. I was forced to accept the fate. I had to go to my father's house for dinner and my potential move in.

The reunion was cold and awkward. I had just swallowed down a body shaming comment from Helena; when a car drove into the driveway. Selene, squealed. "My man!"

She ran to the front door to welcome her fiance. I stood there waiting, and regretting my decision of attending.

And then I saw him.

It was none other than Caleb.

Her fiancé was my Caleb!

Aria's POV

I stood still, staring at Caleb, and my stomach was aching. He was standing there smiling at Selene as though nothing had ever come between us, as though the months of chilly silence, the unanswered calls and messages, the increasing distancing, had never been. I tightened my fists at my sides, until I could not take it anymore.

"What... what's going on?" My voice was angrier than I had meant, and I shook with a combination of shock and anger. "Caleb! Whats this? You are my boyfriend, why... why are you marrying my sister? What's happening!"

Selene spoke first. "Aria, please... don't make a scene. We have only a couple of before our wedding day. This is no time to start a fight or... anything of the kind.

I turned and looked at her, my hand itching to slap her face. "Stay out of this! Do not preach to me about how I should not make a scene when this is my life! You know for a fucking fact! What I am saying so shut that hole in your face!"

She began to open her mouth as though to answer me, but I stopped her. "You keep your mouth shut, do not! Push me even more."

Selene looked shocked but she shut her mouth up , and I turned abruptly to look at Caleb. I could hear my heart beating loudly in my ears and my palms were getting sweaty. "Caleb! You, what is happening here? Why have you not replied to my calls or my messages? I have been making efforts to contact you weeks! You have the nerve to come here like nothing had happened. Tell me what's going on!"

He frowned, evidently displeased , his hands in his pockets. "Aria, you're making a scene."

"A scene?!" I screamed, and my voice broke a little. "I have been calling you, sending you texts, and you have not responded to any of it! I want to be told what the fuck is happening here, Caleb! Why are you doing this?"

He rubbed his face, breathing deeply. "You broke up with me remember? Why are you mad I moved on?"

I blinked, stunned. "I... I never broke up with you! I only said that I wanted to concentrate on my education. That's all. I never told you I did not care about us. I never said I wanted to end us!"

He gave a slow shake of his head and his face hardened. "Aria... you gave up. I moved on. I continued with a girl who was ready to be my wife, not one who would prefer school to love, one who did not reject my proposal."

My heart went down, and my eyes were filled with tears. "You're just upset. You...we can fix this Caleb, we can fix us. I still love you and I know you feel the same way too."

I had not quite finished when a harsh voice broke in. "Aria! Stop embarrassing yourself!"

I turned around in alarm and saw my father, standing behind me, his arms crossed, and his face grim.

"You are being ridiculous, you are being shameless and pathetic," said my stepmother, Helena. "You are jealous, bitter... you cannot believe that Caleb has a girlfriend...and they'll be getting married soon!"

The smile on Selene's face was cruel, mocking. "Well, Aria... you have always been like that. Cynical, egotistical... incapable of confronting the truth. He is contented and happier with Selene, and you can not cope with it." Helena continued.

I opened my mouth to be able to defend myself, but nothing came out. Their words were knives, which cut any dignity I had remaining. My throat was tight, my chest was aching. I could sense the heat coming up to my face with the threat of tears.

I looked at Caleb, who might have said something, given some indication, given any look of understanding. But he merely stood, inexpressible. It was as though he had left me to this humiliation, too.

The voice of my father started up once more, more shrill. "You're a spoiled girl, Aria. Being all arrogant that the world owes you everything . Stop turning everything into you! You are here for dinner with your sister's fiancé. I do not give a fuck if he was your ex boyfriend! You do not get to ruin your sister's night and take all the attention away from her!"

Helena chimed in, her tone icy. "You're only hurting yourself. Jealousy isn't attractive. Quit clinging onto a person who is not yours any longer."

Selene leaned a little towards me and crossed her hands. "Face it, Aria. You're bitter. You are that girl who will never accept the truth. He has moved on with me and you do not want him to be happy."

My hands were clenched together, the nails pricked my palms. I had a tight feeling in my chest, and my heart was throbbing. Never had I been so small, so powerless, so humiliated. My family, were all against me.

At last I could not stand it any longer. I turned around and walked to the door, disregarding the voice of my father demanding I do not take another step. Each step out of the house was weighted down with humiliation, heartbreak, and anger.

I walked down the driveway with my eyes filled with tears and my heart aching. I lifted my hand, and waved the first cab that went by.

The chauffeur stopped in a hurry, and I got in, leaning my head against the window.

"Take me somewhere I can forget my grief, "I said.

Aria's POV

I got out of the car and the driver nodded at me as he drove away. The entrance of the nightclub was lit with the streetlights, and I entered the building, the bass beating in my chest. It was a dim place, with lamps blinking over vacant booths and a bar which seemed well-stocked.

I went directly to the counter and asked for a shot. The bartender poured it swiftly and his eyes shot up. "Rough night?" he asked, sliding it over.

I shook my shoulders, and knocked it back and the fire stung my throat. "You could say that."

He refilled it. "First round on me if you can explain to me why you look like you are in a noir film."

"Nah." I replied, and declined his offer in a polite manner.

"Boundaries, I understand. The offer is still valid tho." He said as he poured me a shot. "On the house." He said, and gave me the glass.

I smiled and ordered another, then another, and the warmth was spreading through me. I continued to take shot after shot, my head beginning to spin, my body becoming loose.

After some time, one of the guards came up, his face grim. "You cannot drink any more, Miss," he said, and took the glass.

I looked at him, and the room seemed to spin around now. "Seriously? Just one more," I slurred.

He shook his head. "Rules are rules."

Then I noticed, there was not a single soul here. The dance floor was not crowded, no one around, only me and the music playing in the background. I turned about in confusion, and my gaze fell upon a man sat on a couch. He was an extremely good-looking man, with dark hair, and a sharp jaw, and a placid gaze upon me.

He rose and walked towards me, waving the guard away. The guard stepped back.

The man turned to me. "Why are you here, all alone?" he said, with his low voice over the music.

I was resting against the bar, and the liquor was a-buzzing in my veins. "My boyfriend... I provided him with all that I was a teenager. All my time, all my life. And now he marries my stepsister. The words came out in a slur.

His eyebrows were drawn together in a frown, as though he did not like what he just heard. "You have a boyfriend?"

I laughed bitterly. "Doesn't feel like it now."

He shrugged. "Well, tonight's yours. So what are you going to do with it?

I looked up at him, "Easy? I intend to have the most fun to-night. " The rest of was mumbled and I stood up to dance as the alcohol gave me courage.

He smiled widely, watching me.

The music beat and I began to move my hips in time with the music. He stood and did not say anything at first. I moved nearer, and my hands were running down the sides of my body, touching the material of my dress.

I grabbed the back zipper and pulled it down. "What do you say? Want to help me?" I asked, staring at his belt.

"Don't do this, Liana," he said, and he laid an arm on my arm.

I shook my head, rubbing myself against him. "I do not know who Liana is but I do know I have to feel something different. Please."

He hesitated, but he did not refuse.

I touched his chest, slowly running my hands down to his abs and stopped when I touched his belt. He pulled me closer to him.

"You'll help?" I asked, half smiling.

I unstrapped my bra and it dropped, my breasts were free, and his eyes fell there, and he drew me to him, his hands making cups round my boobs, his thumbs rubbing my nipples. They stiffened in his hand, and I felt my pussy heat up.

I pulled his shirt, buttons unbuttoned. His chest was broad, warm and covered with Tattoos. I pressed my body against his, ass against his cock, and grinded as I danced.

His hands were sliding down to my panties and he pushed them down, allowing them fall down to my ankles. I kicked them off, naked as they were.

He unclothed himself, his shirt, his pants dropping to his feet, his erect cock hitting his bellybutton. I put my hand round it, caressing slowly when I felt something cold.

Metals.

He pierced his cock!

He moaned, holding my hand, moving it to slowly stroke him.

And I went down on my knees, the music still pounding. I put his cock in my mouth, and sucked him deep, and my tongue went round the end and I gently flicked the rings on his cock:

He grabbed my hair and slowly face fucked me. "Fuck, you're still good at this."

I sucked more, savoring him, the saltiness of his precum on my lips. I could feel him touch the back of my throat, but I was not even sucking half of his length.

He helped me stand up.

"I do not know your name," I said, gasping.

"Damon," he said, leaning close.

I leaned over an adjacent stand, with my hands holding the edge. He stood behind me and his cock slowly rubbing my pussy, spreading my wetness all over my pussy lips, then with one swift thrust, he slammed his cock into me. I squealed, the sudden intrusion stretching my pussy.

He grabbed my hips,his fingers sinking deep into my flesh as he thrust into me, my hole clenching around his cock, the extra fiction caused by the rings on his cock made me roll my eyes back each time they scratched a certain spot in my pussy.

"Harder," I urged, voice shaky.

He pulled out,laid me down on the couch, face down, ass and pussy exposed to him. "Fuck..." he groaned as he slowly thrust back into me, I screamed into the couch cause it hurt more in this position. He gave me a minute to adjust before he began moving his hips, my pussy making squelchy noises each time he thrust into me.

"Y-Yes Damon." I groaned. "Fuck me good."

He sped up, slamming into me and my walls tightened around him. I screamed as I felt my orgasm drawing near.

"Pl-please stop." I begged as I felt like I would pee but he kept going, one hand reaching to rub my clit from behind, and I felt my orgasm hit me hard, my legs shaking as I squirted all over the couch.

He kept fucking me and only stopped when my legs stopped shaking.

He picked me up, my legs wrapped around his waist, and rested me against the wall.

"Inside." I begged as he continued slamming his cock into me, my boobs bouncing freely.

He nodded, and he sank deep in and hot cum filled me. He pulled out after some time and I could feel some of the cum drip down my legs as he laid me on the couch, whilst he sat next to me, staring as though he did not believe he just had sex with a stranger.

At this moment my phone rang on the barstool.