Caramel Lips.

The doorbell rang, signalling the arrival of the food. Ashton walked to the door, collected the order, and paid before heading to the dining room. He placed the takeout on the table just as he heard soft footsteps approaching from behind.

Turning around, he found Aunt Ashley standing there, freshly showered.

Her long, damp hair cascaded in soft waves, droplets glistening at the tips. She held a towel, gently rubbing it against her hair, her skin looking fresh, glowing under the warm dining room light. Her striking blue eyes shimmered, making it even harder for Ashton to ignore the awkwardness lingering between them after what had happened in his room earlier. She was wearing a sexy red long night dress, Like a one piece, black gown which was really tight exposing her curves. The neck area was so deep exposing her cleavage.

"The food's already here?" she asked, still drying her hair.

"Yeah," Ashton replied, clearing his throat. "I'll grab the plates. Have a seat."

She smirked, tossing the towel onto the washing machine near the bathroom. "So sweet of you."

Ashton ignored her tone and noticed the fact that she wore such exposing dress when his mom is not around. He ignored it and grabbed plates and glasses from the kitchen. The dining table was a small circular one with just three chairs—one for him, one for his mom, and an extra. He placed everything down before settling into the chair across from her.

He began serving the chicken and naan bread onto her plate when he noticed something.

Ashley was staring at him.

Her elbow rested on the table, chin propped against her palm, a soft, playful smile curling her lips. Her eyes remained fixed on him, studying him with an expression that made the atmosphere thick with tension.

Ashton swallowed but didn't look up. He purposely avoided eye contact, focusing instead on pouring her a glass of cold drink.

"How much money do you spend on your skin? it's obvious you do.." she asked out of nowhere.

"Hm?" Ashton blinked, caught off guard. "Quite a lot, I guess."

"Your own money? Or your mom's?"

Still not looking at her, he pushed the glass toward her plate. "I haven't asked my mom for money in over a year."

Ashley raised an eyebrow, impressed. "Wow, you've really grown into a man."

Ashton smirked slightly, feeling a bit proud. He finally glanced up at her while tearing off a piece of naan.

His smirk faltered.

Her wet hair framed her face perfectly, strands sticking to her cheek and neck. The soft glow of the room made her look almost unreal—inhumanly beautiful.

For the first time, Ashton noticed something.

"I never realized… you have light brown eyes." His voice came out without thinking.

Ashley tilted her head slightly. "That's because you never look at me."

Their eyes locked, and for a moment, silence filled the space between them. Neither of them spoke, neither of them moved.

Then, Ashton shifted uncomfortably, breaking eye contact. He focused on his plate, taking a bite of food. "Do you work from home?" he asked, hoping to change the subject.

"Yeah," she answered smoothly, taking a sip of her drink. "It's up to me, really. And of course, I'd rather work from home to stay with you—" she paused, her lips curving into a sly smile, "—and your mom."

Ashton let out a small laugh. "You tease and flirt with just me, or do you talk like this with everyone?"

Ashley leaned forward slightly, resting her forearms on the table. "Why would I talk like this with everyone? It's just you, sweetheart."

Ashley shook her head, smirking. "You know, sometimes you remind me of your dad when you talk."

"Oh?" he raised an eyebrow.

"I don't know. Just something about the way you say things."

Ashley tapped her finger on the table, as if thinking. Then, with a completely straight face, she asked, "Do you have a girlfriend?"

Ashton nearly choked on his food. "Whoa. That was direct."

Ashley shrugged. "I like direct."

He wiped his mouth with a napkin. "No, I don't have one."

Ashley hummed in response, as if analysing his answer. "Hmm. Interesting."

"What's so interesting about it?" Ashton raised an eyebrow.

"Well," she said, leaning back, "a guy like you—tall, handsome, confident—should have a line of girls chasing after him. And yet, here you are. Single."

Ashton took a sip of his drink. "Maybe I just haven't found the right person."

Ashley smirked. "Or maybe you have, and you just don't know it yet."

Ashton glanced at her, trying to gauge her expression, but she simply continued eating as if she hadn't just dropped a cryptic statement.

After dinner, Ashton cleaned up while Ashley scrolled through her laptop on the couch. He finished up and stretched his arms. "I think I'll head to bed."

Ashley looked up from her laptop. "Already? It's not that late."

"Yeah, but I have to go to the boxing gym tomorrow," he replied.

She pouted playfully. "So you won't have a glass of wine and chat with your sweet aunt?"

He sighed. "Alright, but let's make it quick."

He walked to the sofa and sat next to her. "Just a minute, Ash. Let me send this email," she said, typing on her laptop.

After a few minutes, she closed her laptop. "Alright, I'm done with my work. Sorry for making you wait, and thanks for your patience."

She got up, went to the kitchen, and returned with a bottle of wine and two glasses on a tray. Oddly, the glasses were already filled. She extended the tray toward Ashton, and he picked up a glass. She sat next to him, folding her legs on the sofa. "So, how's school going? Are you seeing anyone?"

"No, not now."

"That's good. You should focus on yourself and not on girls," she said slyly, as if hinting at something more.

"Hmm," Ashton hummed as he sipped the wine. He grimaced slightly; it tasted awful, almost like medicinal syrup.

"Are you a virgin?"

Ashton stopped mid-sip and glanced at her sideways, his expression a mix of surprise and discomfort. "Of course yes, I haven't even dated anyone."

"I haven't forgotten what happened in your room."

Ashton's eyes widened, and he froze. "I-I know."

"Don't worry, I won't tell your mom," she said, placing her foot on his leg in a teasing, almost seductive manner.

"Aunt, I'm sorry… I didn't mean to—"

"Why are you scared? Don't worry, I'm your aunt. It's fine," she interrupted, leaning closer and biting her lip. She grabbed his collar, pulling him closer. "Don't you dare try to get away from me." She whispered.

"Wa-wait, Aunt, this isn't right. I'm your nephew—"

"Shhh," she whispered, placing a finger on his lips. She set her glass on the table. "I'm not your blood-related aunt. You're my cousin sister's son."

"So what? I still call you aunt."

She paused, her expression shifting momentarily before she continued. "Alright, but remember this—you're mine."

"Wh-what? Why? When?"

"From now on, you're my baby, and I'm your sugar mommy."

"Wa-wait, no, I—"

"Call me mommy, or I'll tell your mom you touched me while I was sleeping."

Ashton sat in stunned silence, his mind racing. He was being blackmailed by his aunt, and he felt powerless to stop it.

"Call me Mommy. Now!" she demanded, her tone dripping with seduction, she leans even closer her their breath colliding.

"Mo-Mom—"

Before he could finish, she grabbed his face, pulling him closer. "I'm so sorry. I didn't want to do this, but you're everything I've ever desired. I won't let you slip away." She leaned in and kissed him. It was Ashton's first kiss. Her lips were soft, like honey, and for a moment, it felt as though his soul had left his body. He could feel her weight shift onto his body. She was totally going insane. She kissed him almost like she would eat his lips.

Just then, the doorbell rang. It was Ashton's mom.

Ashley ignored the bell and continued to kiss him. Ashton didn't pull away either. She deepened the kiss, her lips pressing harder against his. Ashton's lips began to ache, and he was running out of breath, but the sensation was intoxicating, something he couldn't explain.

Finally, she pulled back, breathing heavily. "I'm sorry, my baby. I'm going to regret this for the rest of my life," she whispered, licking her lips.

She stood up and walked toward the door, the bell ringing incessantly. Ashton seized the moment, rushing to his room. Ashley watched him go, her expression a mix of sadness and guilt. "I'm sorry, poor baby. Forgive me," she murmured, wiping her lips before unlocking the door.

Meanwhile, Ashton threw himself onto his bed, pulling the blanket over him. He was traumatized, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. He couldn't stop thinking about her—her lips, her touch, the way it had felt. He hated that he had enjoyed it, but he couldn't deny the pleasure he had felt. The guilt weighed heavily on him, like a rock in his stomach.

His breathing was heavy, and he felt cold, on the verge of tears. He tried to close his eyes and sleep, but her face, her lips, the memory of the kiss—it all haunted him. It was different, something he had never experienced before, and it left him utterly conflicted.