Stripped - The Dirty Wish

An Expensive Wine.

Saraya walked down the stairs, nervously. Every step she took, she felt her stomach tied tight. When Aaron's eyes saw her, he stared her blankly with his mouth fell open. "Wow..!" he stood amazed. "I...." as Saraya tried to speak she was interrupted by Aaron who said, "No, it's okay. As long as you're comfortable. You look good by the way."

Suddenly her cheeks reddened. "Aaron King. There's not a single decent dress to wear. The dresses there are either too tight, too long or too short. None of it fits me. What can I do, then?" she blurted out. "Uhmm... Okay. Relax. I'm not gonna judge you. I'll ask Attwood to bring you some decent clothes for you in the morning." he replied casually. "You know Attwood?" she asked unaware. "Are you really being serious? He bought food and ointment. Did you not saw him?" he asked raising a brow. "My mind was not working that time." she sighed.

Aaron arranged the table and asked her to sit. When they both sit on the table and started eating, Aaron admired her secretly, whenever she looks at him, he quickly buried his head down. "The food is great, isn't it?" he asked. "Mmmmm.....yes," she replied with her mouth full of steak. "Wait a second. I'll bring the wine." he stood up and walked towards the bar. 

While he's in the bar, she adjusts herself in the nightwear pulling in downwards. It was of blood-red colour with a very deep neck and just two steps attached to it. It was too short only half of her body was barely covered from it. While Aaron was in the bar, he felt hot from the environment back there. For a moment, he thought about Saraya walking down from the stairs in that red nightie. Her skin was glowing, with all those beautiful features on her natural face were enhancing her. She had dark brown hair with caramel coloured low lights. She although had a small height, but she was an intelligent woman. Plus she was British.

When Aaron snapped back from the moment, he grabbed the bottle of wine and walked to the dinner table. "What took you so long?" Saraya asked raising a brow. "Oh well.. you know... I was finding the wine," he replied with a gentle smile on his face. "What wine is it?" she asked curiously. "Screaming Eagle Cabernet 1992," he replied. "It is the most expensive wine in the world. How did you...? Oh, I'm sorry... I didn't know you were that rich." she said sarcastically. 

"Oh come on. It's nothing. Haven't you drank it before?" he asked. "Mmhhmm.." she shook her head. "I can't afford these types of wines, let alone champagne," she added. "Well may I have this chance to provide you such things?" he asked popping up the bottle. She smiled widely and he said." You know you look good without makeup." "Really?" she asked excitedly. "Yea, I mean no offence," he replied pouring the wine in the glasses. "None took," she smiled. "Yea, I prefer the natural beauty instead of a girl with such heavy makeup. You know makeup hides the inner beauty of a person." he handed her the glass. 

She took the glass and raised it in the air and said."To the mother f*****g news reporters." They clicked the glasses together and she said." And to us, for escaping." she took a sip. "And to you for pulling Megan's hair." he chuckled lightly. "By the way, how you do that?" he added. She made an awful face, he asked, "What?" She wiped her mouth and said, "Oh nothing. It's just the wine."

"Do you mind if I eat your steak? I mean if you're done. You know we should not waste the food and you've barely eaten. So I think I should eat it before it gets cold because you know...I'm......" she said it all fast, then looked at Aaron's face who was staring her blankly. "Foodie..." she said in a low voice and took a deep breath. Aaron chuckled shaking his head.

"What?" she asked arching a brow. "God!  I haven't seen someone explaining so deeply just for a steak. You can eat it, though. You have a big appetite." he replied laughing. "Thank you... Mr King." she gave a half-smile. "You can call me Aaron," he replied taking a sip of his wine. "Hell no! You're older than me plus everybody calls you Mr King. Why can't I? Calling you Aaron must be rude." she made a serious face. 

"And your reputation precedes you," she added. "Seriously! I'm not that old. I'm just 32. What's your age?" he said with curled lips. "21," she said shyly. "Too young." he smiled. "Well I'm asking you to call me Aaron," he added. "How do you know Megan, Aaron?" she asked sipping the wine.

"Childhood sweetheart." he sighed. "Really?" she startled. "Yea. I was madly in love with her until she cheated on me with my cousin." he leaned back on the chair. "You still love her?" she asked. "No. Not at all. I've moved on a long time ago." he replied shaking his head. "What about you?" he asked. "What about me?" she asked unaware. "Megan mentioned to your parents. Something about them," he said in a low voice. "They are dead." colour drained from her face. "So you've no family? Any siblings?" he asked graving. "I have a family. My father's two brothers and their family lives in the same town but they don't meet me. Only my cousin Scarlet sometimes visits me." she said in despair. 

"Well, looks like Megan is not over you, yet," she asked, changing the subject. "Who cares about her? What she did to me was enough for me to hate her," he replied in impassive tone. "She's sorry. Maybe she regrets sleeping with your cousin," said Saraya. "Why are you defending her? She did wrong with you too. She regrets sleeping with my cousin, but she doesn't even regret killing my unborn child." he clenched his jaw.

"What? She aborted your child?" Saraya asked startled. Although Aaron was talking about his secret past, which he never did, he was also secretly admiring the view in front of him. As he was almost ten inches taller than her, he could clearly see her cleavage. Of course, he had no such intention but he couldn't resist himself. "I... I'm feeling a bit hot. I think I should take a bath. Be right back." he got up from his seat and walked upstairs.

While he was not there, she sighed satisfied, grabbed the wine bottle and walked in the garden. After fifteen minutes, Aaron walked downstairs and saw the little woman was sitting on the bench in the garden. "Enjoying the night. Are we?" he came asking. When she turned her face, she saw the man was wearing a black vest with shorts. His muscles were clearly be seen. "You work out?" she asked raising a brow. "What do you think?" he asked.

"Your muscles seems you do," she replied. "Do you?" he asked. "Yes. I do. I'm working on abs nowadays." she said with a bright smile. "Really? I don't think you can make abs. And even if you try your body won't be making the perfect cuts." he replied. "Why not? I've already made the lower abs," she said confidently. "You're kidding," said Aaron. "I'm not. See!" Saraya pulled up her nightie and her flat stomach was clearly seen. "These are not abs. I'm afraid your trainer has fooled you." he chuckled. "You know nothing. They are abs," she said annoyed. 

"Okay. Relax. Why are you getting angry? Let me check whether you have lower abs or not?" he walked closer to her and placed a hand on her stomach, moving up and down. Saraya felt a bit shy and her face reddened with embarrassment. "There's no need to be shy. Okay. Think of me as your trainer." he said in a low voice. "Trainer! You must be joking right?" she laughed hard. "What? You don't believe me?" he raised a brow.

"Hell no! How can a bossy man like you be a trainer?" she chuckled. "Okay. First of all, stop laughing. Second of all, I was a trainer when I was a student. So I know everything about the gym." he said proudly. "Really? Imagine Aaron King being a trainer." she laughed. "And if people won't listen to you, you'll rip their soul out. Won't you?" she teased him. "Why am I soul taker?" he pouted. "Maybe," she replied. "Girl, you got some nerves talking to me like this." he chuckled.

Attwood was passing by the garden, he saw Aaron and Saraya laughing and talking like some sort of lovers. A happy smiled appeared on his face, watching his arrogant and workaholic boss in a pleasant mood. He never saw Aaron in this kind of mood, he knew the girl's effect on him.

"So, let's play a game," suggested Saraya. "What game?" he asked unaware. "Never have I ever," she replied. "What's that?" he asked raising a brow. "God! Don't tell me you know nothing about this game," she asked doubtfully. He shook his head. "Okay let me teach you it's so simple," she explained and after one hour of playing the game, Saraya drank too much, she could barely stand.

"I think I should have some rest." she stood up and felt dizzy. Aaron quickly grabbed her and she kept her head on his chest, hugging him. "What are you?" he whispered. "A human being, I guess," she replied closing her eyes. "You know when I bumped into you, in the dark. I really liked the smell of you, your hair. It was so different, I really wanted to see your face. And when I met you the second time, at the award show. I got to know that you are the same scented girl. You have a unique scent. It drives me crazy." he whispered holding her waist.

When he moved his head down and saw she was already asleep, he carried her in his arms, took her in the bedroom. Aaron covered her delicate body with a blanket.