Married to His Uncle

"Cut!" the director yelled. "And that's a wrap! Great job, Miss Hamilton." He smiled as the crew clapped.

"Thank you, Sir. It's all thanks to your hard work." Amber smiled gracefully as she stepped off the set. The shoot had been exhausting, but she had given it her best.

"Pierce!" Amber exclaimed as her boyfriend ran up to her. He gave her a quick peck on the cheek as she took the bouquet of roses he was holding.

"Congratulations on another amazing movie!" He exclaimed.

"Thank you so much," she replied, grinning from ear to ear. "I wouldn't have done it without you."

"Oh, don't be silly," he said, his eyes sparkling. "Now, this calls for a celebration!"

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"An exclusive nightclub?" Amber bit her lips, a hint of skepticism in her voice. "But I thought we were going to have dinner at the usual place-"

"We always do that stuff," Pierce whined, playfully pouting. "How about we do something different for once? Let's get drunk and forget all our troubles, and worry about the hangover tomorrow?" He flashed her a mischievous grin.

"You know I can't handle my alcohol, Pierce," Amber replied, a little concerned at the thought of getting wasted.

"And that's I'm right here, Amber." He gave her a reassuring smile.

"And the paparazzi, it'll be"

"Oh, c'mon! You worry too much, Amber...For once, just let go, okay?" He told her,

Amber looked into his eyes and smiled, realizing that he was right. She needed to let go and have fun for once. "You're right, Pierce," she said. "Let's do this."

And so, they went to the bar and started having drinks. They danced and laughed, and for the first time in a while, Amber felt herself relaxing.

As the night wore on, Amber felt herself becoming more and more intoxicated. She was dancing like she had never danced before.

"Amber, remember you promised you'd give it to me if you got the lead role in this movie." Pierce began as he pulled her to the bar,

Amber smiled and grabbed a shot,

"Of course I do." Her words slurred as she leaned against the bar.

Pierce smirked,

"What was the promise again?"

"My V-card." She drawled, "I think-"

"Well, I want it now." He cut in.

Amber chuckled,

"We're so in sync. I was going to give it to you anyway; you've been a very supportive, loving, and caring boyfriend, Mr Pierce Astor." She pouted and tugged his cheek.

"There are guest rooms upstairs, so you don't have to worry about the paparazzi." He smiled at her.

"Sure." She nodded. "Let's get out of here."

Pierce quickly led her up the stairs to a room on the upper floor. He took her to the bed and let her down. She held his shoulders, but he pulled back,

"Wait here for me." He said, walking towards the door.

"Where are you going?" Amber whined,

"I'll be right back." He turned off the lights and quickly walked out of the room.

A few minutes later, the door creaked open. Only the moonlight streaming in illuminated the room, so she couldn't see the person.

"Is that you, Mr Astor." She said in her most seductive tone.

The person paused, "I hope I didn't keep you waiting..."

In the morning, Amber woke up to the scent of cologne. She was lying on a man's chest. Even though the events of the previous night had been hazy, she recalled she had finally agreed to give her virginity to Pierce.

They had been together for over two years, and Pierce had been everything she asked for in a man.