Uncle desires

Aria's POV

I drove into the car park by the tall building. A deep sigh escaped my lips, a sign of satisfaction. I felt relieved leaving the house for my sex-maniac uncle, Lance.

I alighted from my car and made my way to the elevator. I couldn't wait to see Jeremy, my boyfriend. I wanted my arrival to be a surprise, so I didn't tell him of my coming.

Jeremy had graduated from college ahead of me and was working in a publishing company here in Florida. Despite that I was in college in New York, our distant relationship had been going on a smooth ride.

As I entered the vicinity, I wore a smile of endless happiness. The door was open when I arrived, so I entered the sitting room.

The spacious room was decorated in a boy's way. A video game was playing on the television when I entered. There was a pleasant smell from the kitchen, I smiled and checked the kitchen, but Jeremy wasn't there.

I returned to the sitting room and decided to check the bedroom. On reaching the door, I held the doorknob, and a faint moan came from the room. I paused.

What was that? "Jeremy must be watching an adult movie in his bedroom. Ewww," I said to myself inwardly and I smiled.

As I tried to push the door open, the moans came again, this time louder. A hard throbbing sound followed, and I froze on my feet. "That wasn't a movie," a voice in my head said.

My chest tightened, and my heart began to race, filled with worst-case scenarios. Holding onto the doorknob, my hands trembled, and a chill ran down my spine.

"Aria, you have to see for yourself," a voice in my head said, and I swallowed hard.

I turned the doorknob, eager to find out what was transpiring in the room. I pushed the door open, and my eyes traveled directly to the bed.

The sight hit me like a punch to the stomach. Jeremy, the man I had hoped to marry someday, was completely naked and tangled in an intimate embrace with Rita, my best friend.

The room spun for a moment, my breath catching painfully in my chest.

Staring at the shocking scene unveiled before my eyes, I was devastated. My eyes widened in astonishment, and I couldn't take my eyes off.

"Oh God...!" my voice came out in a broken whisper. They jumped apart, and Jeremy began to search around for his pants. Their faces were a mix of guilt and shock, but neither said a word.

Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring the devastating scene before me.

My chest heaved as I tried to steady myself, the betrayal pierced too deep. "Aria, I can explain; it's not what it seems like," Jeremy said, never-ending the search for his pants.

I shook my head, his shocking betrayal eating deep into me. "What is this, Jeremy?" my voice choked out, cracking, as hot tears threatened to run down my cheeks.

"Aria," Rita stepped forward, her face pale and hands raised as if to explain, but I held up a trembling hand. "Don't," I spat with anger and heartbreak. "You don't get to say anything."

Jeremy came forward. He stammered, "Aria, I can explain."

"Explain?" I yelled, letting out a bitter laugh, as my tears began to fall freely. "What's there to explain? I trusted you. I trusted both of you!"

My voice hung heavy in the room. The pain in my heart left a total emptiness inside me.

I felt my knees weaken but I forced myself to stand tall, refusing to crumble before them. I took a shaky step back, staring at them, my gaze hollow and piercing.

"You've destroyed everything, Jeremy. How could you do this to me, after everything I've done for you? Of all the girls in the world, you chose my best friend?" my voice came out loud, laced with raw anguish.

Jeremy was quiet now. He couldn't even look me in the eyes.

"How long has this been going on?" I asked, but neither had the guts to speak up. Their silence created a palpable tension in the room.

I stepped back, shaking my head imperceptibly, a gesture conveying my resignation and disappointment.

Without another word, I turned and walked out, throwing one foot in front of the other. I could feel tremors in my legs, threatening to bring me down to the ground. I couldn't control my tears.

"Aria please wait," Jeremy intercepted me, wearing his shorts and singlet. Looking into his eyes, I had never felt such anger and disgust towards Jeremy.

He looked like a stranger to me. Not the same Jeremy that had promised to love me for the rest of his life. Not the same Jeremy I had dated for the last 3 years in college.

He knelt before me and held my hands, looking up at me. The sight of him made my anger peak.

"I'm sorry, Aria. This was a mistake; we didn't mean for this to happen," he lied, and I scoffed.

I dragged my hands free from his grip and punched him in the face, sending him straight to the ground. I rushed down to him on the ground and sat on top of him before he could regain himself.

Punch!