A Wedding Affair (The Wedding Affair) (14 page)

“Aria your sarcasm
again wounds me” just doing my job to keep him in order.

He shakes his head and moves over to another
set of double doors, oh shit where is he wondering off to oh no!

“Where does this lead
to Miss Macy?”

“Don’t that’s…”

He opens the cream double doors ever so slowly to the silver gray domicile that is my bedroom; he walks past the sitting area complete with a round French woven area rug, curved silver and white Queen Anne sofa, with matching table and lamps. The fireplace is to the left side of my huge bed that is adorned with pillows in various shapes and sizes at the silver grey tufted headboard I barely sleep so while I am awake in bed I read and work and then just pass out, I sometimes feel as if I am floating on a cloud when I am lying in it.

I follow Trista
n in as he looks around and plops himself at the foot of my bed,
shit!,
if I wasn’t engaged this would have been my dream, he looks heavenly with his damp tousled hair in nothing but a robe sitting at the foot of my bed as the dim light bathes his salacious smile I know I am in way over my head. I can’t let this get out of control. I have been good at warding him off so far but hell holy beast the fucker is naked and perched on my bed for Christ sakes. This can go no place good. I take a deep breath and deal with the prick at hand.

“Comfy?” I walked over to
him and he pulls me by my waist to stand between his legs, and leans his head against my stomach he smells so good Egoieste by Chanel, my influence naturally.

“Tristan don’t do this”
I run my fingers through his hair and he looks up I touch his face as my ring sparkled and reflected in the dim light. He kisses the inside of my hand as I hold his face in my hands

“Aria I’ve waited for this day for two years”
it is now quite clear what his intentions are.

“You are maki
ng this very hard.” My words make him pull me close to him as I now feel his growing erection, damn.

“So are you”
oh this man he has no shame as
his very happy to see me
is egging me on.

He tugs at my tie on my robe and it falls open, he gently runs
his finger over my sex, and I flinch as my muscles tighten. Tristan moves his hands up my stomach and caresses my breast as they come alive at his touch. God how does he do this to me so quickly and he barely even touches me?

“Do you know how much I’ve missed
you?” his deep voice is just above a whisper as he opens up to me.

I nob no and say nothing because he has never told me any of these words before.

“Aria I could never have been with you the way I was, I could never take your most precious gift knowing that I had nothing to offer you, my life back then was not deserving of you.”

He runs his hands up and down my sides pulling me to him. I am on fire
, this never happens to me what is it that makes me want him so?

“Tristan this is…”

“Aria
the more I see you the more I want you it never faded, my heart won’t lie
”

He opens his robe and he is glorious, his chiseled body, his hair on his chest that I want to run my nose through, and on his lap, his waiting erection,
yeah he wasn’t kidding he is pretty substantial, he is stripped and raw before me, he is geared up for a night of full blown sex what I have always wanted from him and I am on the disabled list or maybe partly injured list, shit what the hell am I thinking to even consider this I am a glutton for punishment.

He has teased me so much about sex, always seeing if I was ready and willing, but my faith always won, Tristan and I never had sex, I couldn’t give myself to him, knowing that he didn’t love me, or care for me or respected me and my religion, my choi
ces, I just knew he was not worthy of me and if I gave myself to him it would have been devastating for me to even bare so we never, I never let him take it any further than this. You know just a little show and tell.

But now this is all quite different no
t only am I wet and aroused with desire, my heart is pounding, my blood is racing through my veins and Tristan pulls me on his lap. His arms draped around me, his lips at my ear, kissing me, making me even more hot and bothered then I already am as I feel his stubble on my neck his warm breath lavishes me with tender kisses and wanton passion is building,
the more I see him the more I want him.

B
ut I have to tell him, I’m not a virgin anymore.

I try to pull away from his embrace, but Oh hell holy beast when he
kisses me and nibbled on my ear I’m lost. Shit his sexing makes my blood ooze through my veins, these are feelings that only he stirs up in me, and his growing erection beneath me is not helping matters.
Shit shit shit

“Tristan I have to t
ell you something ….” Oh my, he is tantalizing, his lips trailing kisses down my neck, his hands moving through my hair, I am going to come apart at the seams!

Th
en he reaches for my breast as he lays his hands on me his knowing fingers detonate deep seeded desire down there. What is going on with me? My body flourishes and blooms at his touch, and his arousal beneath me is egging me on, I am in way over my head here, he is in my bedroom, we are barely dresses and I am engaged for goodness sakes, the reality that hits me is I have never felt more alive as I do right now, if I don’t stop him he will fuck me.

“Tristan I have to tell you something”
his warm lips against my neck, oh he knows exactly where to kiss me as part of me doesn’t want him to stop the rational part of me knows I have to put a stop to this before it goes too far. Tristan whispers between kisses as he holds me on his lap.

“Aria…I know you’re a virgin”
ok now this is where I get off and I mean his lap not you know.

I pull aw
ay quickly and jump off his lap and I have to get this out in one breath.

“Tristan, I’m not a virgin anymore!”  I’m breathing rapidly, my heart is racing, my face is flushed, but I managed to get it out.

Ok it’s good to know that I can still shock the living daylights out of him. Is he surprise? Shock? Maybe bordering on hateful towards me right now? I’m not sure exactly what this look is on his face.

I close my robe back up and now I’m biting my lips because I don’t know how he is going
to take this bit of information that I have enlightened him with.

“What Aria! I’m gonna need you to say that again!” hi
s deep voice is almost scolding and scary The old Tristan is back the one that use to yell and frighten me when we first met.

Oh
God he thought I was going to wait for him, oh this is crazy, shit shit shit I see it now disappointment on his face, maybe even laced with a bit of trepidation.

Tristan
looks away from me as he closes his robe, good cause I can’t concentrate while his manhood is enticing me, wow God has shined upon him, amazingly well-endowed bastard that he is, no wonder his ex, the slut-bag-ugly-whore wouldn’t leave him alone.

I had to tell h
im the truth he has been gone for over two years, although I only just lost my virginity two weeks ago. I have to tell him, I push my hair behind my ears and I am looking down at the floor, his face is ashen and I feel as if he sees me in a different light now that I am de flowered, not the innocent Aria that he was expecting to see, I speak softly and slowly, I feel I have to tell him, explain, let him know that I did not sleep around like a whore after he left that I am not like that in any way, all thought after tonight my actions have not been very lady like at all, well here goes nothing.

“Tristan the night that I
got engaged I slept with Ian! A man gives you a ring and promises to spend the rest of his life with you, you give it up to him! What did you think… I was going to wait for you?” I don’t mean to sound condescending but maybe I do a little bit.

He presses his lips into a hard line and nod
s yes, oh shit, shit, shit.

“You did
?” my voice is barely audible, I feel horrible, tainted, tarnished and terrible stained like he kept me on a pedestal and now I have been downgraded to whore who sleeps with man for diamond ring.

Tristan walks over to me pushes back his hair and lets out a sigh. He reaches for my cheek and caresses it gently.

“ Look Aria, I don’t want you to do something that you are going to regret in the morning, you are more involved with this man then I had anticipated” his words even set me straight.

I nod back at him agreeing, at least one of us is making sense, but I somehow feel he
doesn’t want me because I am used goods.

“
So when did all of this happen? I am shocked he is asking this what does he want a blow by blow account? Who am I kidding yes he does, he wants to know how it went down, who went down on who and if it was the best sex of my life, but I can’t talk to him about this can I?

“What do you mean?
”

“You know exactly what I mean!” his voice is stern and almost accusatory
forgot how intimidating he can be. I look up at him and I utter softly.

“
I slept with Ian…Um two weeks ago” he closes his eyes and he is hurt and filled with pain, dread even as I feel he is labeling me a whore.

I always wanted to get him back and now that I have hurt him so it hurts me too, I am so confused, w
hy do I let him do this to me? He is nothing to me, I am nothing to him, we shouldn’t be anything to one another, yet we both get together and the pull is here, the energy is evident between us and now the consequences of my actions he is holding over my head.

“I see”
his look is of hurt and anguish he can’t blame me for my actions, it has nothing to do with him, he wanted nothing to do with me when he had the chance, gosh I just don’t get men, they want it on their terms, they want it their way or no way and now I am left feeling the whore and I slept with my fiancé gosh not like Tristan who has had countless women he has bedded and I am made to feel like dirt because I slept with one man. Talk about your double standard, but I have to tell him to ease my own mind if not his too.

“Tristan I waited two ye
ars for you, I cried my eyes out over you, I told myself I will cry for the next five years, I will never go back to this and here I am and this time it’s worse than all the other times!”

His hand is now caressing my neck
as he is trying to calm me as I let him have it.

“Aria,
don’t you understand, all the preaching, all the talks, the conversations with you…Gosh I wanted to have something to offer you, I knew I could never give you what you wanted or come close to ever making you happy with the way I was when we met, I got my life together because with the hope that we would one day be together!”

There it is,
two years and countless tears later those words were my dream, how I waited to hear them from this man all those years ago not now as I have moved on with my life with a new man and just then it hits me, is all of this happening because maybe I should rethink my decision to marry Ian Bollinger?...I don’t know.

I can’t think this way this is all Tristan’s doing he is the
one putting doubt  in my mind, he has no right to do this to me, we don’t belong to each other he is free to be with anyone else, I’m off the menu, I have to make him see this.

“Look Tristan, we have both been drinking, this has been a lot to take in and d
igest, you walk back into my life and you want to pick-up where we left off…” he doesn’t let me finish

“Aria I never imagined that you would get engaged and give your most precious gift to another man!”
ok fuck this, I am not going to be made out to be the bad guy here, you know they say men have two heads and the smaller one makes all the decisions, so I am going to blow his mind quite frankly with some very truthful and shocking statements that he needs to hear, I know deep down inside he came here to bed me, fuck me, well he is going to get blown away instead.

“Oh
Tristan now you want to point fingers? Let me refresh your memory Mr. Bach, it is your behavior that has brought us to this precipice!” he puts up his palms placating me as if I am holding him at gun point.

“I know I have not done right by you Aria,
God knows I don’t deserve to even be here today, but the angels in heaven have shined down upon me and I’m here”

O
k going for divine intervention… hmm not what I had expected from the rather daring Mr. Sex on Fire, but I need to spell it out nice and slowly for the audacious sexy beast before me and refresh his feeble mind as to what really went down.

“
Tristan let’s take a walk down memory lane shall we? Well as memory serves me correct I was called away on business, and you took it upon yourself to sleep with your mother’s neighbor in a drunk-in rage! Correct? Yes thought so. You slept with my PA after she was fired for stealing from the company!” correct? He nods slowly and his hands fist his hips, “To top it all off you, the strip clubs, the boozing, you were a mess”