I fell for my EX'S UNCLE

Audrey

"A million dollars is a lot of money, Audrey. I can't just give that to anyone. If you were still my girlfriend, sure, but now?" Raymond says as he shrugs, before pouring himself a glass of whiskey.

I look at him and he stares back at me like I was wrong to end things with him. Raymond was my boyfriend for three years, the only man I had ever been with but last week I caught him in bed with a lady who has had a crush on him for the longest time. A lady he told me was beneath him and for me not to worry about.

I don't even know what hurt the most, the fact that he was cheating, or the way he casually asked me to join them and make it a threesome. Me, his girlfriend. I hadn't even let him touch me once and he wanted me to have a threesome with him and another woman?

If I wasn't desperate to get my dad out of prison after someone at his company absconded with a huge sum of money and framed him for it, I wouldn't be here.

We have literally lost everything. All of our assets and bank accounts have either been frozen by the banks or the government.

For the first time in my life I know what it feels like to live from hand to mouth and with Raymond's betrayal on top of that, everything just feels so sad and overwhelming but I'm strong. That is what dad always says. I'm his strong and beautiful princess and I'm not going to let him down, even if it means borrowing money from this scum.

"Raymond, we're talking about my dad here. Even if you won't do it for me, do it for him. He was nice to you," I reply calmly, trying not to let my irritation towards him get the better of me.

"You know what Audrey, have a few drinks with me, I hate talking about this kinda stuff all sober and shit," He replies, grabbing a glass and pouring me a drink.

We're in a private room in the House of Sin Bar. It is the most elite and luxurious bar in the province and like the name suggests, the rich and wealthy come here to indulge in all sorts of passion.

Heck, I remember when I used to be a regular here but with the sudden downturn of things, they wouldn't even let me past the gate till they got a call from Raymond.

"I don't want to have a drink with you, just borrow me the money, once dad is out, we'll figure out a way to pay you back," I reply more sharply this time.

"If. If your dad gets out. What your father did was very criminal. Paying back the money may still not get him out."

"He didn't do it," I counter coldly.

Raymond scoffs. "Whatever you say Audrey, but since you came to me for help, you're going to have to do what I say, so drink," He says condescendingly, pushing me the glass.

"Fine," I reply, taking it down in one swig.

"Good girl," He murmurs softly, running his hand down my shiny black hair and I knock it off.

"Please don't touch me," I say but not as coldly as I wanted it to sound. I guess my body still needed to catch up with my mind.

"How bout another round?" He smirks mischievously, filling up both our glasses.

I can't refuse. Raymond's one of those guys that hardly takes no for an answer and since he knows I need his help, he's just going keep pushing me if I refuse to drink.

"One more....I think we should finish this whole bottle," He says, holding up the bottle and pouring our third shots.

I say nothing, picking up my glass.

"You really should get me drunk tonight Audrey...men tend to make foolish decisions like lending their ex girlfriends money when they're drunk. Haha!" He laughs at his own stupid joke.

Wait. Did he just insinuate that lending me money to bail dad is a foolish decision?

"Are you really going to give me this money or are you just trying to get me drunk?" I ask him sharply, glaring at him.

"It's a pity you won't know until the bottle is empty," He replies with a sinister smile on his face.

I should have known.

"I'm not playing your stupid game Raymond," I say, dropping the glass and standing up.

"Go," He says. "Too bad daddy's going to remain in jail because his precious daughter can't take a little fucking joke." His tone is more serious this time and he's not smirking or smiling and I wonder if he was really joking.

I sit back down, gulping the third shot and just like that we go shot for shot until the bottle is empty.

"There, empty bottle," I say. "Now are you going to give me the money?" I'm surprised at the slight slur of my words. The different blinking colours of lights in the room all seem to blend together as one, as if I was seeing through a kaleidoscope.

Shit! I'm drunk. Really......drunk.

"Of course Audrey, when you give me what I want," Raymond replies huskily, inching closer to me and running his fingers along my arms and I allow him for a moment, giving in to the pleasure until I remember what he did.

I flinch away, disgusted by the thought of him ever touching me again.

"Don't be such a fucking prude. It's not like you don't enjoy it when I touch you. Look, it's really simple, if you want me to give you the money, you give me the honey," He smirks and it takes everything in me not to slap it off his face.

I stand up and I almost fall, supporting myself with the couch. Raymond doesn't even try to help me, rather he just laughs.

I grab my purse. "Go to hell," I say to his face and turn to leave. I should have known better than to trust him. He was never going to give me the money.

I was almost at the door when I heard him yell from a distance. "Beggars have no choice Audrey! One way or the other, you'll be back begging for this cock. I'll make sure of it!"

I halt but I don't turn to look at him, shaking my head in regret and I smile wryly to mask the agonising pain I felt inside. I loved this man with everything that I am. Body, soul and spirit, and now, in my time of dire need, he will not help me, rather he mocks me and calls me a beggar.

I walk briskly and stagger towards the exit of the building, heading to the VIP car park. Everything seems wobbly and looks double in my eyes. Who am I kidding? I can't drive home in this state. I bring out my phone to order an Uber.

Great. My battery's fucking dead.

Suddenly, a Rolls Royce Droptail drives up right to where I'm standing. The owner steps out from the back and the first thing that caught my attention was his full beard, just like Raymond's.

I grimace at the thought. Am I really going to start comparing every man I meet to him now?

"You look...." The stranger paused, bringing out his phone and looking at it. "You definitely look different, but a nice upgrade I must say."

His voice is deep but raspy and as he steps close, the rich smell of his cologne slowly invades my nostrils. Oh, how I love a man that smells good.

"I think you got the wrong person," I reply, I definitely haven't seen this person before.

"On the contrary, you are just the right person," He says, as he nibbles on his pink and plump lower lips slowly. His dark and deep eyes shamelessly roaming over my body, suddenly making me realise I had left my jacket up there with Raymond.

Right now I'm clad in nothing but a short, black body con dress that salaciously hugs my hourglass figure, displaying a good amount of cleavage and my thighs. Oh God, I feel naked in front of this man's sexy eyes.

"Tell me, what's a night going to cost me?" He asks, his eyes trailing up my thighs and stopping right at my eyes.

A night? Does he think I'm some hooker? First Raymond calls me a beggar and now this? How the mighty has truly fallen. No one would dare speak to me like this if Dad didn't get into trouble, but would it really be a bad idea to spend the night with this hot and handsome stranger?

Ah! That's the alcohol talking, that's not you Audrey.

"You can't afford me baby, I'm expensive," I reply airily. Is this really how hookers do it? I resist the urge to laugh at my silly attempt. The whiskey really has me wasted.

"Try me," He replies confidently, taking a step closer until we're literally inches apart. His deep dark eyes lock with my big blue ones and my heart suddenly races at the intensity in his eyes.

"I'm easily worth a million baby," I reply, batting my lashes at him, thinking that should make him back off but to my surprise he slowly curls his right hand around my waist, getting a good feel and I freeze as he pulls me closer.

His tongue grazes my lobe as he whispers into my ear. "Money is not pricey Angel, Love is. What you ask is far from greedy."