“Seems like Alyson hasn’t left, let me see if she needs help,” I said to myself as I walked over to the door. There was another voice… Nick’s voice.
“I heard a rumor that she’s slept with everyone here, I just want to know if it’s a baseless rumor,” Nick said.
What the…? What where they talking about?
“Well, yes but not everyone has slept with her,” Alyson replied, “Aria is quite selective, so she settles with Michael most of the time.”
“Why does she do that though?” he asked.
“That’s because Aria is a Nymphomaniac,” she said.
“What?”
“She has sex purely for pleasure and nothing else,” she continued, “She doesn’t feel love, she only feels and feeds on lust.”
What the hell Alyson?! I wanted to go in and set her straight but… I realized that she was right. I had slept with virtually everyone in this office… I was already aware of the rumors. Yes… this was just mere office rumors… Alyson and Nick were just chatting idly.
Then… why was I so bothered? I felt embarrassed and normally I don’t when I hear rumors about my sexual urges.
There was a flash in the studio. I opened the door a little and I saw Nick taking pictures of Alyson. I watched as she took off her clothes and underwear as Nick stood still almost hypnotized by her looks. Was this the same expression he had on his face when he was with me?
He looked more innocent, but this time he looked experienced, almost like he knew what he was doing. I was cheated… I think I was. A part of me wanted to walk in there and stop them but the other part made me realize I had no right to do so.
So, I watched.
My body heated up as I watched Alyson pressed against the wall while Nick fingered her. I looked at the door and when I was sure no one was coming in, I started to touch myself too. I masturbated while watching everything they did.
“Wait… Nick… let me catch my breath.” Alyson pleaded.
Why would you tell him to stop? If that was me I’d let him go non-stop till I passed out.
I came at the same time he did. To think I’d get off while watching others and climax.
“Aria Wolfe you keep getting stranger and stranger,” I said.
I stood up to dress properly but I lost my balance and hit my head on the wall. I stayed still to make sure they didn’t come to check, when they continued talking, I left for my office.
Back in my office, I couldn’t help but think about why I had become like this.
When I was 17, I was already preparing to take over from my dad. Wolf Pack was still small but Michael and I would try to run most of the activities ourselves. We did a pretty good job ourselves. One day, I had an encounter with a boy. He looked so feminine that I actually mistook him for a girl.
I can’t remember much about him but all I can remember was that he came from a wealthy family. My dad was interested in ensuring that Wolf Pack and the boy’s family business partnered. We became friends and he was the only male person I hung out with besides Michael.
With time we became closer and closer… and eventually, I fell in love with him. I mean… it was kind of silly. If memory serves me correctly, we had a very awkward confession. We were sitting in his bedroom.
“They keep making fun of me,” I sighed.
“I keep telling you to ignore such words,” he said softly as he poured us cups of tea, “Personally I found you attractive just the way you are.”
I was being bullied because apparently my brunette hair didn’t suit my blue eyes. And that wasn’t the only problem my hair caused… Both my parents were blonde so most people believed I was a product of an affair by my mom.
“Besides I also get made fun of too,” he said as he handed me the cup.
“Really? Why would anyone make fun of you?” I couldn’t believe it, “You’re pretty and your family’s rich.”
“That’s to tell you human beings do not need any reason to hate or tarnish you or your image,” he replied, “So chin up Aria.”
I nodded and took a sip of the coffee.