A Wedding Affair (The Wedding Affair) (17 page)

“
Tristan it’s because he is gay!” his jaw drops to the floor his eyes open so wide, it never crossed his mind, jeez do I look like I sleep with every man I see?

“That’s it” he grabs me
and pulls me onto his lap and hold down my wrist at my sides he tried to kiss me and I turn my head one way so he can’t, his lips land on my neck so he kisses me there. I laugh in his arms, I turn to face him and he tries to kiss me again and I turn the other way and his lips are at my ear, his teeth graze my ear and he bits it! I yell

“O
uch” and I get one of my hands free, I hold his chin

“B
e good” he opens my robe and I am naked.

“Let me be good to you?” I press my forehead to his
and I am panting and he is sexy as hell.

“Tristan I can’t” I close up my robe and
he hugs me hard, taking me by surprise.

“All I ever wanted was you to be mine” we look at each other and he takes
my face in his hands

“Aria, you were my dream”

“Please don’t Tristan” we are both the deer in the headlights as we still

BATMAN, BATMAN, BATMAN
…..

I
jump off his lap, run to grab my phone, Tristan follows me.

I’m winded from running.
Jeez what a work out I’m getting this morning.

“Hi Ian, good morning”

“Good morning beautiful did you sleep ok last night?” I push my hair behind my ears and walk away from Tristan; this is too much to handle at this hour.

“Yes, yes, just fine, what are y
our plans today?”

“Meetings, a lunch thing and then it’s the faculty dinner, so I didn’t know if I wo
uld get a break later to talk with you so I wanted to call you and tell you I miss you, I love you and I have a surprise for”

I smile as I hear his grin in
the phone; I glance at Tristan his face is covered in hurt and anguish.
Fuck, fuck, fuck
he can’t give me that face he has no right
.

“What did you get me?” that is easier to say in front of Tristan, then an endearing sentiment
.

“Oh no
, not till I get home Sunday night, looks like I’ll be here till then no leaving early.”

“Ok I’ll see you Sunday at nine forty-five pm
at the airport?” Tristan walks away finally and I breathe.

“Yes I land at nine forty-five
pm, well Aria I have to go my car is here, love you”

“Love you too. Bye” I hang up shut the phone off and walks back into the kitch
en. Tristan looks at me and I don’t know what is going to come out of his mouth, maybe he should just leave, this cannot end good.

“Oh I thought I was your BATMAN?”
so he wants to be cute and right now he couldn’t be any more adorable.

“No you were my DARK KNIGHT!”
oh he remembered his ringer was batman on my phone. Now the phone rings batman for all calls, maybe it’s deep seeded but I love batman, always have.

“I
t’s nice to see that I wasn't totally out of sight out of mind.”

“Tristan I can say the same for you, still wearing the s
cent I picked for you, Chanel Egoieste how sentimental of you dear one”

He refills my coffee mug
and we finish our chat about things that were only pertinent to him and me.

“Aria you are the only one who knows me, you are the only one who I ever was honest with”

“Oh sure Tristan, let’s see, I got the bullshit Tristan at work who worked the board room and I got Tristan the prick the rest of the time” he smiles at me in such a sexy way I am going to combust, but I take a sip of coffee to hide my smile.

“I opened up to you Aria, why do you think it was so hard to fight you, emotional cheating is sometimes worse than actually cheating and that is why once I
met you I couldn’t go back to her and that life” his words shock me and he kisses my forehead

“Aria the time I spent with you was more satisfying than any sex I ever had with any woman”

“That would have been nice to hear back then, but now…” he cuts me off by kissing me and I pull away breathing heavy and touching my tingling lips. He looks so humble and meek as he motions for me to finish breakfast.

He feeds me a piece of French toast, laughing
and joked as we use to. The air between us is light and tolerable again as I grab the coffee pot to refill his cup, we finish this amazing breakfast, clean up the kitchen and I have to get dressed, Tristan stops me dead in my tracks.

“What are you doing today” I cross my arms and wonder what does
he
want to do?…hmm

“Nothing
much, just errands and what not”

“Can I take you someplace today?”

“Where do you want to take me and do I need bail money?”

“Very funny Aria but I believe I was the one who needed the bail money and you usually had it”

“Come with me Aria”

He looks
like he wants to show me his new puppy or something I have forgotten just how young and carefree he is. Ok I’ll bite, I mean what more could happen…shit shit shit I know what more could happen and I don’t know how I feel about it.

“Sure
just let me um get dressed”

Chapter 10

DINDI EL DEBARGE

I jump into the
shower seeing Tristan and I am a mess, I gotta wash his effect off of me, just had breakfast with the guy and he has me hot and bothered. He touches me in places he has no business being, it’s sad how he owns me that way and we never even had sex, but I have to admit the anxiety, the feeling I get just being around him is so exciting, he use to mean so much to me and now he is just as arousing as ever conjuring up feeling that provoke sexual tension, I am aroused and he is simply sexy and beautiful after all this time the man finally said he loves me, maybe that is why it has such a profound effect on me now?

I know I have not
seen him in two years how can he have such an overwhelming effect on me its nuts isn’t it? Although the nagging question is why is it only him that does this to me? I can’t believe any of this, should I tell Ian? Yeah do I want him to go
crazy-ape-shit-bananas on me?
Can I just spend the day with Tristan and then send him on his way? Is this a sign from God about my hasty impending marriage? Is this my last chance at what I really wanted?

I look at my Cartier ring,
that I love, don’t get me wrong it’s beautiful, it’s three carats and it’s mine! So it’s not the Tiffany ring I wanted, but this beautiful ring comes with a man who loves me and has always cared for me. One last thought, while the sexy beast is not around, is this just
a wedding affair
before I marry?

Am I sowing my wild oats? Gosh
come to think of it, I’m allergic to oats!

As the water cascades over me
I wash my hair and remember that I am engaged and that I have no intentions of doing anything with Tristan Bach that will get me into trouble, on that thought I promise to behave like a lady and keep myself that way for the remainder of the afternoon.

I finish my shower
, I wrap a towel around me and walk into my beautiful serenity; that is my closet. I sit at the vanity that is well appointed with beautiful crystal candled sconces on each side. I blow-dry my hair quickly as my fingers weave through my curly tendril’s I have a thought that makes me smile, Ian has waited for me since we were sixteen years old, now that is love, the love of a good man is always hard to find and even harder to keep.

I finish drying my hair and do my makeup, I
always go for the natural look, my makeup is flawless, my eyes are lined and my long and lush lashes are compliments of  mascara, my lips are neutral in a glossy mauve, and my skin looks like porcelain all thanks to Chanel.

I’m dressed in a
Dior coral t-shirt and matching short denim skirt. I grab my gold strappy Dior sandals and matching chain belt, I spray on my Romance, I’m safe in this perfume, I just started wearing this fragrance, Tristan probably remembers me in Coco Mademoiselle, I have not worn that in a while, I eye it on my vanity, I can’t wear it, we won’t make it out the house if I spray it on me.

I
head back downstairs; Tristan is sitting at the patio table smoking a cigarette by the pool. I walk behind him and take a hit off his cigarette, he stands and just looks at me with a shy smile and eyes that see through me. Jeez he’s gotta stop doing this to me, it’s like every look hits me deep down there where he has no right tugging at my girly parts, it should be only Ian doing this to me shouldn’t it? But then again who am I to question, I just had sex for the first time two weeks ago and I don’t know what all the anxiety was for, it was short and sweet not painful at all, I guess I made it out to be more than what it is.

Sadly I have no
thing to compare it too, and now I notice I am never wet when Ian is around, but one day with sex on fire here and I’m a mess of contradictions and emotions.

“You look lovely Aria…keys please” He kissed my ha
nd as I hand them over. Oh Mr. sex for brains is not going to make this easy on me is he?

We lock up the house and Tristan ope
ns my door for me, catches me off guard as he kisses me softly taking me by surprise. Yeah he’s got one thing on his mind as his kiss sends thrills and tingles throughout my body.

“Aria we are a couple of swells” his Titanic innuendo makes me smile,
did I mention it’s our favorite movie, we know every line, every scene, every kiss, every argument and he bought me the titanic doll when it came out, it is in my closet on a shelf, I just hope we stay above water today.

I get in and think to myself we are the perfect dysfunctional couple
alright, me with a fiancé, and him with balls of steel.

Tristan gets in and heads ou
t towards the shore-way.  East on I-90, I open the sunroof and the tunes come to life through my impressive Cadillac.
Dindi

Tristan sings
and hums the familiar tune as his gaze runs from the road to me, smirking and smiling then back on the road.  He makes his way through the Saturday morning traffic; I glance over at the lake as all the sailboats are out and about enjoying this beautiful day. He suddenly turns the volume down.

“Aria are you ok with this?
”

“Oh you driving my car or
your sexual innuendo?” he smiles at me and returns his eyes to the road.

“Is it too much for you?” O
h he wants to play, with his sarcastic undertones in that deep voice of his…hmm

“Don’t underestimate me
Tristan; I can resist your dangling participle!”  I smile and put on my black Chanel sunglasses I can be dynamic and alluring too.

“We’
ll see” and he rest his hand on my knee, and I squeeze my knees together at his touch, this is going to be more challenging than I thought.

“I’m sorry Mr. Bach the stick shift is over here” as I remove his hand
from my knee and put it on the gear shift.

“That is what I love about you, always the eager beaver” oh he has no shame.

“Mr. Bach, eyes on the road!” I scold him, but a smile hinders on my lips.

“As you wish” he weaves his way in and around the traffic,
again handling my Cadillac better than I do, he is cautious, he doesn’t speed on purpose but he shows me what this baby can do when he is at her helm. Tristan takes us past the yacht clubs as we make our way through city traffic that is going into downtown probably for the tall ships parade, we get caught behind a service truck and without even a thought he maneuvers my Cadillac very well, sad but the bastard always drove my cars, hated my driving from day one.

We pass the stadium whe
re the Browns play, the airport that I wish we could use to fly commercially out of but it is for private use now. The science center and of course my old high school where Ian and I met all those years ago, shit this is not going to go down well with Ian if he finds out that I have been fraternizing with the enemy again and I’m engaged to boot!

Then my thoughts are
brought back to Tristan and I as we pass University Circle where Tristan and my fountain is, memories of he and I there warm my heart and make me hot and bothered, making out in the grass, then the sprinkler coming on and scaring us half to death, we were nuts about each other back then. Shit, are
all
my memories of him like this? And now here he is sitting next to me I am in shock? Dismay? But actually I’ve forgotten the profound effect that Mr. Bach has on me, it’s the feeling of nervousness the forbidden as well as the unknown that captivates me, he is a bit discerning you know the type with the ever present cocky arrogance, self-centered egotistical demeanor, sadly that is the norm for this bastard, he has always been the prohibited whenever my friends saw me with him he was like a tattoo that scarred me and defaced me, he has definitely been on my proscribed list of people I am not allowed to speak to, text, email oh yeah and probably kiss as I bite my bottom lip.