Emotions Runs Wild

Ariana’s Pov

As soon as I stepped off the dance floor, I stormed home in anger, as it was already dark outside. My mother had been there before all of this chaos, and the moment I entered the house, I was overwhelmed by the sight of packed boxes and the absence of furniture. It became clear that my mother had given away most of our belongings.

With a heavy sigh, I took off the dress, feeling utterly exhausted, and I couldn’t shake off the image of a particularly irritating face from my mind. I made my way to my room, where I had already packed up all my things, leaving only my bed behind. Once I reached my room, I collapsed onto the bed in sheer fatigue.

A sudden jolt pulled me from my sleep, and I opened my eyes to find that it was morning, with my mother standing in front of me, her eyes blazing with anger.

Sitting up, I noticed she was fully dressed, which indicated she had come to confront me about something serious.

“Good morning, Mum,” I said, but her frown made it clear that she was furious, and I realized this conversation was not going to be pleasant.

“How dare you,” she snapped at me.

“How dare I what?” I retorted, my voice rising. Her response was a sharp slap across my face, leaving me stunned, and a wave of pain coursed through my body from the impact.

“You embarrassed the family by leaving so suddenly; not only did you abandon Damien on the dance floor, but you also made a scene,” she accused me, glaring intensely.

“I did nothing wrong; I only left because I was tired and needed to rest,” I replied, holding my cheek and glaring back at her defiantly.

“You have no right to hit me, Mum; I did nothing to deserve that,” I added, my anger flaring, but she dismissed my words, pulling out her phone to show me a damaging article titled – "Billionaire's Stepdaughter Unhappy About Her Mother's Union."

I stared at the article in shock, I tried to speak but couldn't find the words. This was my life now, I was now a billionaire’s daughter, or should I say step daughter , I probably have never had my picture at the face of a magazine before.

"You could have at least pretended to be happy for me, Ariana, I know you're unhappy about the whole arrangement but it is for our good," my mother scolded, glaring at me.

“For your good, mother, not mine. I am contented where I am” I said back and she rolled her eyes at me.

“Oh please, you ungrateful brat. your action will now be monitored by the general public and I wouldn’t have you ruin this for me not now or ever. So you will be coming with us to New York” she said and I looked at her in shock.

The idea was absurd , if she thought for a moment i would be leaving my life behind just because she wanted me to, she was joking .

“What?” I said as I stood from the bed, I had it all figured out for myself. I had rented a cheap apartment and had gotten a job as a waitress. I couldn't have her ruin this for me.

“Oh you heard me right, I spoke to Brian and he is willing to let your actions go, but you will need to be monitored to avoid destroying the good name of this family. You will move to New York with us and you will be given a job at The Blacks Cooperation. This is a rare opportunity” she concluded.

“Why are you doing this? Why force me into a life I don't want?" I pleaded, desperation seeping into my voice.

Her eyes, icy and unyielding, locked onto mine as she responded, "This is for your own good, girl. Just think about how it would appear if you were here struggling for a few measly pounds while I am out here living my dream life."

"They would quickly see you for who you truly are, and I wouldn’t be around when you get dragged down for being a gold-digging opportunist," I retorted, and she raised her hand to slap me once more, but I caught it in mid-air as she glared at me with an intensity filled with hatred.

"Don't you dare ruin this for me, or I swear I will make you regret it," she shot back, yanking her hand away from my grasp.

"You have no choice but to come with us; you have five minutes to get ready," she added as she strode out of my room, her heels clicking sharply against the floor.

As she stormed out, my thoughts raced. I realized she was correct about one thing: if the Blacks had indeed agreed to offer me a job, then I would need to earn my own money, and in just a few months, I could have saved enough to gain my independence.

In a hurry, I threw on my hoodie and jeans, then dashed to join my mother in the SUV parked right in front of our yard.

I settled into the car next to my mom, and judging by her expression, I could tell she was planning to ignore me completely.

Leaning back in my seat, I stared out of the window. The scenery blurred past, and when boredom set in, I reclined further, relaxing against the back of the chair and closing my eyes, trying to recall a time when everything in my life felt so normal and unhurried.

After what seemed like only a few moments, the car came to a stop. I sat up, expecting to see the familiar facade of the hotel, but the surroundings were different. No, it wasn't a hotel. The noise around me indicated we were at an airport and so did the large planes that came into my line of sight. Confusion crept over me.

My mother swiftly exited the car without a word, and I followed, trying to keep pace with her fast footsteps.

Catching up, I questioned, "Mum, why are we here?" She scoffed, dismissing my question, "I thought I told you we were going to New York." She replied to me while looking straight ahead.

“What!” I can’t leave yet, I thought you were going to give me a little time to pack up my stuff and say bye to my friends.” I replied, I couldn’t just leave without saying goodbye to Freya and I had some valuables back at home.

“Stop all this nonsense, whatever you had you will get double once we land,” she said dismissing me

Before I could respond to her I spotted the jet which I assumed would take us to New York.

As we approached a private jet, I caught a glimpse of Damien engaged in conversation with a man in a sleek suit. He looked remarkably handsome, his presence commanding attention, and looking at him brought back memories of that forbidden night we had.

When our eyes met, he smirked, and I quickly averted my gaze. I knew I had to stop whatever I was feeling to avoid a complicated situation.

As I shifted my focus, I realized my mother was in the arms of her newly wedded husband. Their embrace seemed genuine, they leaned into each other as they kissed, but I looked away, feeling like an outsider.

Once they were done, my mother whispered something into Brian’s ear and I could see him look at me.

Brian approached, extending a friendly hand. "I am Brian. It's good to meet you officially," he said with a warm smile. I never got to officially meet Brian, my mother had announced to me a week ago that she would be getting married and it was my first time meeting him, I could tell he was indeed a nice man but how he had fallen for someone like my mother will still be a mystery to me.

I could see my mother glare at me as if daring me to mess up, I put on my forced smile as I shook hands with Brian.

“It’s nice to meet you too Mr Brian” I responded.

“Ahh don’t do that, feel free to call me dad.” He said with a gentle smile but I froze at his words, the memory of calling someone dad echoed in my brain, I could remember always staying up at night waiting for my father to come home, when he did he would come with candy, in many nights when my mother was out my father would stay up with me and we will have a tea party.

Trying to maintain composure, I smiled at Brian. I could tell he didn’t know anything about my mother’s love life if he did, maybe that would change his mind.

“Now that’s settled, join me inside, I would’ve to get to know you,” he said as he held my hands and made his way up the stairs of the jet. I could see my mother’s silent gaze warning me to behave as I followed Brian into the luxurious plane.

Soon I was Seated on a plush couch, I observed Damien and my mother entering the jet. Damien took a seat opposite me and greeted, "Hi, sister," accompanied by a mischievous smirk, his handsome face did a thing to me as I could feel memories flash again in my head, his smirk widened and I knew he knew what he's doing.

I mustered a polite response, "Hi."

“Oh don’t mind her, once she gets to know you she will open up the more she is just shy” my mother opted in as she let out a laugh and Brian joined in.

“Oh I can’t wait to get to know her too, I can tell she can be so wild when she wants to” he replied as his smirk grew, I knew he was teasing me with what he had done a few days ago.

“Let the poor girl breathe Damien” Brian opts in as he picks a drink from the plane attendant.

I could feel myself getting wet down there again, his face in front of me, his veiny arms that seemed so good in his suit, and his long legs that were starched out in front of me got me breathing hard. Without thinking I turned to the flight attendant and asked.

“Can you show me the way to the bathroom please?” I asked gently and she smiled and said.

“This way,” she replied.

Without thinking or sparing him a glance, I stood up and strolled after the flight attendant. She soon showed me a bathroom that was attached to a room.

I rushed in and I shut the door behind me. My hands immediately went to my jeans as I took them down to my knees, my panties were soaked and I breathed hard. I couldn’t understand why I was craving or getting wet for someone that I hated.

Spreading my legs open, I inserted my middle finger into my pussy as I began fucking myself with my fingers, the memories of what he had done to be that night seemed to be all I could think of as I fingered myself.

The way he ate my pussy that day and the way his cock thrust into me time after time had been orgasming. As soon as I was done.

I did my business as I relaxed on the walls of the bathroom, I knew what I was doing was wrong but why did my sexual desires wake up when I was with him? I know no one has ever touched me like he has, but I knew what we had would never happen again.

As soon as I opened the door, my eyes fell on a certain figure that was on the bed. As soon as he turned to face me, he gave me his signature smirk.

“So much for using the bathroom eh,” he said and I could feel the color drain from my face, judging by the smirk on his face I could tell he heard everything.