Falling For My Ex's Uncle

Chapter 9 Ella's POV

When the cab driver dropped me off, I literally paid and ran from the cab. The atmosphere was suffocating. I had never felt as pitied by a complete stranger as I did him. I mean he genuinely looked worried. Which I suppose was nice of him. But it wasn't what I wanted right now. I was absolutely terrified about what I was about to walk into. I knew my mum was going to hit the roof with me and Dad would do that awkwardly, not knowing what to say, hovering. You wouldn't think I was basically an adult now, but I suppose it will be more because my actions are out of character for me.

Walking up the path, the front door flew open before I had the chance to reach it. And my usually kept mother came out looking like she had been dragged through a bush a couple of times. " Ellianna, where the hell have you been ? " She snapped. My dad came to the door behind her and he looked shattered. Dark circles around his eyes. "Tanya, let her come in the house "my dad said. But mum looked over her shoulder with venom. " Don't try and protect her, Gordon. You do this all the time when she is in trouble, you take your frustration with her out on me and then put on kid gloves when it actually comes to chastising her, leaving me the bad guy " she huffed before looking back at me.

I'd had to stop walking as she had blocked my path now. " We have been worried sick. One text to say you were OK. Is it that hard, Ellianna? We know you are an adult now? But given you dumped us at a party after saying some really hurtful things and went off clearly upset and then ignored us and stay out all night. What thoughts do you think went through our minds all night ? " Her hands went to her hips. Her lips pursed as she waited for my reply.

As I looked at my parents faces my dad's all worried and sad and mum's angry , I felt the wall crash down again. I even felt my chin tremble before I broke down. " I'm so sorry dad I didn't mean what I said. I just , I'm struggling

I have no friends and I don't like that I was plastered everywhere being made to look like a weak pathetic girl. I hate that I fell for his fake charm. He I, I thought I was falling for him and then he turned out to be a monster. Most of them are , I don't hate what your providing for us dad. I just hate how they treat us like we are some sort of disease among them " I left put the part that I had just slept with the uncle of that monster. And lost my virginity to him. The fact I got so drunk I can't even remember what was supposed to be a special moment for me with someone I loved.

Most people now days wouldn't understand. Most just do it when they're younger because other their age are. But I hadn't wanted that. I pretty much did it anyway.

Mum's angry face crumbled and she broke down in tears , she closed the gap between us and threw her arms around me. I could hear her sobbing ontop of my sobs. Then I felt dad's strong arms engulf both of us.

Dad eventually ushered us inside, mum made me a warm coffee while me and dad sat at the breakfast bar. I know he was waiting for mum. Waiting until he had his sidekick to tackle the problem with. Mum was the talker in these uncomfortable situations dad occasionally chipped in. When she sat she huffed. " I told your dad what those women said about us last night , when we were in the bathroom. I understand me acting like everyone likes us and everything is OK wasn't really helping you. We was worried sick all night Ella , we know you are an adult. And if you want to go out then go out. But it was just because you were so upset when you left us. We just wanted to know you was OK. One text , we thought we had a better relationship with you , an open and trusting one. And that you held more respect for us than to leave us worrying ". I felt like a small child again. When I got in trouble at school for skipping a class with my friend.

" I do and I'm sorry. I just wanted a night out to forget everything, just be me. Not Ellianna New York's angelic new girl. I checked into a hotel and went out dancing and met a nice girl called Chloe that I then stayed out with" lie lie lie. Ella, who are you turning into ?

"That's good, maybe you will have a new friend now" dad smiled slightly. He looked hopeful. Then he rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. " I am not entirely thrilled with the people we are now acquainted with either. Some are really nice, I suppose. Both of you have it worse having to deal with entitled b*tchy women. But look, we know who we are. We know we are not some kinky family with apparent swings instead of chandeliers. Let us not try to impress others, let us not pretend to be something we are not. Your mum has made a new friend in Sally and her husband, Harvey, is a good man. All I ever wanted was to make sure my girls had the life they deserved ", he sounded a little dejected.

And I hate that I feel responsible for that. Getting up, I went to him and threw my arms around his neck, hugging him. "You have daddy, I don't hate you for giving us everything. I love the business you know I do. Mum and I will stop trying so hard to fit in and just be us. You'll see at the next party. We will pay the snakes no attention. We will hold our heads high and be proud of our family's accomplishments " I wasn't sure I was telling the truth, or just trying to make him feel better by saying words that would make him feel better, and I wasn't actually convinced I could follow through on.

But I will try. I buried myself in my room for the rest of the day and night. And as much as I tried to stop myself from doing something, I couldn't. I ended up searching for Tanner Kingsman and, sure enough, the man from this morning's picture popped up. I went on and then read articles about him, all boasting that he was one of the youngest brilliant minds of our time. His keen business sense was like no others in years. That he will more than likely hit the top ten richest men within five years if he continues on the way he is now.

I felt my stomach constrict, no wonder he felt I had a hidden agenda. He would assume everyone knew who he was. I mean there were hundreds of articles, hundreds of pictures of him. They were endless. And here I was telling him I knew nothing of him. In a sea of vulchers that more than likely tried to drown him daily, he would just assume I was another one of them. That I had to have some sort of angle.

The more I looked at those intense eyes staring down the lense of the camera and at me through the picture, the more I felt myself getting lost in his stare. I sat looking at one picture for a whole five minutes, goosebumps rose on my skin. How could I not remember him ? He seemed like he would be more than memorable, yet here I was with nothing.

Those girls in the bathroom that day said this man never gave any girl attention, yet he said he was on the dance floor. And I do remember the dancing and those eyes they had haunted me before I had even woken this morning. I took a check on my body. I had lost my virginity. I had been so caught up in my emotional state, I hadn't even stopped to think about whether my body felt different. I was lying on the bed, laptop on my lap. Slowly moving it off, I hesitantly put my hand under the blankets and moved it own my body to my pajama bottoms. Taking a deep steadying breath, I pushed my fingers in the waist band of both garments so that I felt skin on skin.

Moving slowly down, I pushed my fingers between my folds, already finding myself damp. Was it looking at pictures of him ? That caused the wetness. I glanced at the laptop at the side of me and on the screen he still stared back at me. I felt a pulse of pleasure shoot through me as my finger ghosted over my c******s. I moved past it though and went further down. Slowly, I slipped a finger inside myself and there I felt it. Slight pain, just slightly. It all felt a little puffier than usual, a little swollen. It really did happen, and with him.

His intense glare felt like it became more, like he knew what I was doing. Silly, I know it was just a picture, but it was like he was daring me to do it. I felt my teeth sink into my bottom lip. As I pulled my finger back out and moved it back to my bundle of nerves. I started slowly, feeling the little shocks of pleasure shoot through me. But the more I looked at him, the faster I got. I moved my fingers in fast circles, my breathing became harsher and faster. I kept my teeth sunk into my lips to stop myself from moaning loudly.

In my mind, his picture changed to a satisfied smirk, he was pleased with me. His eyes changed and became heated, he spoke in a deep voice. He encouraged me to go faster. He told me it would please him to watch me pleasure myself. He spoke dirty words to me, told me I looked sexy and hot. That I was making him hard. He told me I was a good girl.

I felt my pleasure reach its peak and wash all over my body. I bit my lip so hard to stop the scream. I wouldn't be surprised if it was bleeding. It was in the midst of my orgasm I had a flash of a memory. I was on my back, and he was on top of me. I was biting my lip just like I had been just now and he growled. " Stop biting your lip and let me hear you scream ". My hands had gone to his arms , my fingers dug into his flesh as I had experienced an orgasm like I had never felt before. My back had arched, and my body shuddered as he continued to brutally thrust into me.

I came back to reality with a crash when I heard a knocking at my door, the memory of last night vanished. I sat up in bed, quickly pulling my hand from my panties and slammed my laptop down. Mum literally walked in seconds later holding a plate full of food. Commenting, I looked flushed. I blamed the hangover !!