Tempted By My Ex's Brother-in-Law (Aria and Grayson) novel Chapter 189

**Chapter 189**

**Aria’s POV**

I swallowed hard, feeling a lump form in my throat.

My panties were still damp from earlier, an uncomfortable reminder of the sensations coursing through me. The persistent ache between my legs was impossible to ignore, compelling me to press my thighs together in a futile attempt to alleviate the tension.

“No, we stay put,” I managed to say, my voice sharp and unyielding. Inside, a fire was raging, but I was determined to mask the turmoil brewing within me. I didn’t want him to sense the unusual stir of emotions that had taken hold of me.

He chuckled softly, seemingly amused, and chose not to pursue the matter further. Yet, the restlessness within me only intensified.

Now that I was acutely aware of the activities surrounding us, the cacophony of sounds invaded my senses.

What on earth were these people thinking… engaging in such acts in public? Was that what excited them…?

“Ladies and gentlemen!”

A man clad in a tuxedo emerged at the center of the room, a spotlight illuminating him dramatically. He also wore a mask, adding an air of mystery to his presence. His voice resonated through the hall, rich and commanding:

“Welcome to the Velvet Room this evening! Tonight, I present to you our most coveted headliner—Lance!”

With that announcement, another spotlight flickered to life, revealing a figure on the stage.

As I took in the sight, a gasp escaped my lips, utterly involuntary.

My shock didn’t stem from the man’s attire; he was dressed in a simple suit, far more respectable than most of the guests around us.

No, the reason for my astonishment was that this man was, without a doubt, the most stunning individual I had ever laid eyes on.

I used the term ‘stunning’ deliberately; he wasn’t handsome in the conventional sense like Grayson, Zane, or Rhys.

It was evident from the moment I saw him that he was not accustomed to wielding power or status. There was a submissive quality about him, as if he had been born to cater to the desires of others.

And I found it nearly impossible to tear my gaze away. He exuded an intoxicating allure, an undeniable beauty that captivated me entirely.

Suddenly, a firm hand grasped my chin, forcing my attention away from Lance. Grayson’s grey eyes glinted with a cold fury in the dim light.

“You’ve been staring for far too long,” he said, his tone icy.

“That’s what the stage and spotlight are for, isn’t it? To allow people to gawk more easily,” I shot back, my voice laced with defiance.

His grip on my chin tightened, his large hand nearly enveloping my entire face, a feeling that sent shivers down my spine. It was a reminder of how completely under his control I was.

“But you didn’t come here just to gawk at him, did you? You have more important matters to attend to,” he warned, his voice low and almost threatening.

“Relax, Grayson. I haven’t forgotten why we’re here. And for your information, that—” I gestured towards Lance, “—is precisely the business I came for.”

Grayson frowned, and I realized I hadn’t mentioned that Lance was the key witness I needed to locate. Just then, the music began to swell, and I leaned in closer to whisper in his ear:

“I’ll explain everything later. The show’s about to start.”

What unfolded next was a performance that was both visually stunning and utterly surreal.

Visually stunning because it was evident that every aspect—from the music to the lighting and Lance’s movements—had been meticulously orchestrated.

Surreal because, just two minutes in, Lance began to shed his clothing, piece by tantalizing piece.

The creator had indeed been generous to Lance; every contour of his body was sculpted to perfection. Each article of clothing he removed drew excited murmurs from the audience, a wave of anticipation rippling through the crowd.

I had never witnessed someone utilize a mere chair to execute such provocative movements. The people around me were clearly enraptured, their moans and heavy breaths growing louder as the performance progressed.

Initially, I found myself enjoying the spectacle, but soon I became increasingly restless.

Especially when Lance was left in nothing but his underwear. I didn’t know where to direct my gaze.

“I thought you were enjoying this,” Grayson’s voice cut through my thoughts, laced with a hint of mockery.

I quickly averted my eyes, lowering my voice to a whisper. “That was before he turned into a goddamn exhibitionist and started touching himself in front of everyone.”

A fresh wave of excited shouts and gasps erupted around us. I dared not look, but I had no doubt that Lance was likely already naked.

“God, how much longer is this show?” I groaned in frustration.

“It’s just getting started,” he replied, glancing around with visible disgust. “The performer won’t leave the stage until the customers are fully satisfied.”

I couldn’t bear it any longer. I placed a hand on his shoulder, ready to rise. “I’ll be in the dressing room. Call me when this freak show is over.”

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