A Wedding Affair (The Wedding Affair) (70 page)

You are mine

Love Aria

“Aria you are too much” he kisses me and
we have no idea that the waiter has reappeared and now embarrassed as he clears his throat before it gets even more intense.

“We’re gonna need a minute” the waiter leaves us, Ian grabs my face as we are sitting in
a booth I am practically on his lap as we kisses with all our heartfelt love and devotion, I moan in his mouth as he now cradles my head in his arms so no one see’s me and I love him for all he is right now. He kisses me like Rodin sculpture and I love him for that.

“I love you so much Aria” his
forehead pressed to mine as we both catch our breath. I lick my lips and whip my lipstick from his mouth he smiles at me and kisses my nose.

“Ian sometimes you really take my breath away”
  I am resting in the crook of his arm looking up at him.

“Aria you
have always blown me away, heart, mind and soul, you own me” one last kiss and our drinks come, as we pull ourselves together and realize we are in public and the restaurant is now filling up.

We feast on French onion soup, made with sherry and sweet onion
s and crusty French bread, the most perfect chops, stuffed with cranberries and fontina cheese, seared to a golden hue and finished in the oven to perfection. The Pinot Grigio was just perfect with the meal. I have to admit I get a bit tipsy as I spend one last night with the man I am going to marry. We are every bit the happy couple again, ready for our big day. I’ll be the first to admit it, has been a very trying week, I have faced my past, I have survived my present and I am looking forward to my future.

Ian
pours the last two glasses and empties the bottle.

“T
o our last night out as an engaged couple, I love you, I will always cherish you Aria and I will try every day to make you happy” I smile at his words he looks so young and happy I just love him right now.

“Ian to our new life together” we
clink our glasses and drink up, we spend out last date out as us, having a nice meal and enjoying one another with a few trinkets I look at my bracelet as it sparkles and wow I am that kind of girls with diamonds.
Pretty nice
.

On the ride home I call to mind
all that is great about us, and I feel there is enough to build on, he loves me that is half the battle right there, I adore him, I always have, and I always will, we respect one another and we are comfortable with one another, our sex life is going in the right direction
thank God
.

We get home and I sit on the bed as Ian packed his bag, I have his tuxedo in a garment bag all ready for him, he grabs what he needs for the wedding, he is staying at his parent’s house until the wedding. I sit and help him as he puts everything neatly in his coach suitcase.

“Is your dress here Aria?”

“No, Erika is helping me bring it home tomorrow”

“Well we will see one another tomorrow for the rehearsal dinner and then it’s Mr. &
Mrs. Bollinger from there on.” He leans down and kisses me sweetly.

“Ian don’t go stay
with me” he kisses me again as he grabs his suitcase off the bed and puts it on the floor. He lowers me onto the bed and he kisses me, we are both all hands and mouth and I am pulling his hair from its follicle as I hold him to my face, his tongue is in my mouth and he is like this sex God that I can’t resist. I am wearing his black t shirt and he is reaching under as he discovers I have no panties on, he tantalized me as his knowing fingers ascertain that I am wet for him, he comes up for air,

“Dark eyes you are so deliciously wet” he presses his forehead to mine.

“Aria do you want me to make you come” I am lying on the bed breathing rapidly as he hovers over me, I want him, his fingers are moving over my clitoris and I am falling victim to his knowing determination

“Ian don’t make me come” no I can’t do this I am all enthralled as I struggle and fight the internal battle then suddenly he stops and the temperature betwee
n us grows a few degree colder he looks at me and says nothing as he pushes back his hair

“No
Ian I can’t we have to wait ok”

“Saturday I’m fucking you till
you beg me to stop” he is exasperated I do this to him, I know I am a glutton for my own punishment, by rights he should pillage me desecrate me in ways unbeknownst to myself.

“I’m holding you to that Ian” I go to kiss him and he pulls away

“You kiss me again and I am fucking you and staying the night” he is stern and I can tell sexually frustrated, but we both laugh as we let the air clear between us.

He finishes packing and I help him with his bags
, he hugs me good bye and I kiss his chest

“I will miss you”

“I already miss you Ian”

“Good that is the nicest t
hing I have ever heard” He hugs me at the door.

Lock this up” I nod as he walks out to his car, I watch him puts his bags in the back seat.

Ian” I run up to him in bare feet just wearing his t shirt he picks me up in his arms as I wrap my legs around him as we kiss and kiss and KISS.

“Now that is how I expect you to say good bye to me when I leave everyday
Aria”

“Y
ou got it” he puts me down and we look at each other.

“Now go inside you have no clothes are and you know what that does to me, I will call you
later”

“Ok I will see you tomorrow”
he gets in his car and drives off slowly just looking at me I wave to him and blow him one last kiss.

Chapter 37

IT COULD HAPPEN TO YOU

June 29, 2012

It’s the Friday
before the wedding; Ian is staying at his parent’s. I wake up to an empty bed but a linger of him is still here as I grab his pillow and hug it to me, it smells of him, I’m wearing his t shirt that smells of him and it warms me a bit.

The
house seems so quiet,  I get up and walk downstairs and make some coffee, I have not had a moment to myself for over a month. I am alone as I walk around my home and look at the family pictures that adorn the living room, my mom and dad’s wedding picture, gosh they both look so clueless. My brothers and sisters, the grand kids, the photos of my grandparents it’s all here, it’s been here for years, this is our family home the huge mirror that flanks the fireplace is over one hundred years old, my father’s bass in still in the corner where he left it, the kids pick it up every once in a while and play it. I know Ian would much rather move and start fresh.

I really don’t want to leave here but if he is not happy here I can’t make him stay. I walk around and I sigh
it’s been just me and Mona Lisa for the past two years and after tomorrow it will be the three of us. I often wonder what my life would have been like if I had stayed in France after college like I wanted to. It was my dream to be a seamstress in the fashion houses and work with the designers, models and the shows it was all I ever wanted when I was a teenager. My real dream was to also own a vineyard and the thought of how Tristan went after my dream makes my heart ache, that life will never be, as he is marrying someone else, wonder if he married by now? I have not seen him in over a week.

I glance at my mom and dad’s wedding photo on the mantel.
Things changed when my father died, my mom got sick and it was too much for her on her own so I stayed and took care of her, she is living with my sister now and doing great with their growing family, my mom loves it there.

I sip my coffee and walk over to my piano this was
my first big splurge from a bonus at my old job in sales where Tristan and I met. I remember the day they delivered it, Tristan was arrested for speeding but they called it drag racing he was clocked at 180 mph, he buried the needle, they towed his new Porsche and I was the lucky one that had to go and bail him out. It seems like a lifetime ago.

He was such a bad boy when I first met him, tough
, arrogant, audacious and I was shy and reserved, we just hit it off, we had a great time while it lasted, we made a lot of money together, we drove one another crazy, we were inseparable. Tristan was exciting, we worked well together, we were successful, thriving in the corporate world and full of pleasure, he made me feel alive and when it got too serious he bailed and I fell apart.

Funny how the same thing happened yet
again, except now I have Ian to soften the blow of his actions. Ian has always been my comfort, a shoulder to cry on and a true friend who always looks out for me, he would never hurt me the way Tristan has.

I look around my house and the one reason I mov
ed from my old place was I couldn’t face the walls, the memories I had of Tristan they haunted me, and look at me, here I am again with memories of him in my house, this is what I didn’t want. If we never meet again will I be ok? I wonder how he is doing? Oh well I guess this too shall pass, the sadness, the anxiety too much time to contemplate the what if’s.

It
’s funny how I look back at what has happened this month, I am about to be married to Ian Bollinger, six weeks ago my life was charting a different course, I was single with nothing but work on my mind and now I am to start a new chapter with new people, new routines and a husband to look after. I should be happier than I am.

Tristan was not even a thought and now he
is somewhere between back burner and heart’s desire. Wait did I just admit that to myself? Yes I did and its true Tristan was my first love, I have missed him and I have put all that aside to focus on my career, and now all that I have chased after, all I have accomplished it just doesn’t seem enough anymore. I know my friends who married out of high school and raised a family have regrets that they didn’t chase after a career, well I am the one who chased after the career and did not have children and now being the age that I am if children are an option it has to be sooner rather than later.

Tristan was right when he said that, as a matter a fact he was right about a lot of things, but I refused to admit it
and Ian yesterday what was it that hurt him so, he never fessed up to anything he was just so happy to hear that Tristan was indeed gone out of the picture and engaged.

I
am going to have to put Tristan aside and focus on my new life, easier said than done, but I will do it, I have to. Ian loves me; he is the one who was hurt most of all, he is the innocent bystander in all of this.

I do love him and I have always worried about him, he has always been a loner out there in the world, traveling, teaching, giving of himself to better someone else, his kindn
ess knows no bounds, he is honorable, sweet and he loves me, I know we have issues and hurdles to overcome but I think in time we will be great for one another. The only part that saddens me is that I have to remind myself about this.

I must find a way to
bury Tristan’s memories he has dazzled me beyond belief no doubt, and Tristan’s words do haunt me
‘I need to honor this ring on my finger’
I will have the honor of being Mrs. Ian Bollinger, I will take care of him, watch over him and show him how much I do love him, and that is why I said yes to Ian.

I look at the clo
ck on the kitchen wall its seven fifty five, I better get in the shower and get to work it’s my last day as single girl, it’s my last day at work and it’s the last time I’m bringing up Tristan. On that note I went upstairs and jumped in the shower.

I’m wearing my red Ralph Lauren linen dress with matching heels, I put my hair in a French twist and head out to take on the day.

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Work today is
Business as Usual,
busy, clients in and out all day, it’s almost like a cocktail party from lunch till four, then we get to catch up on shipments and internet sales as well as just catching up with each other meaning Oliver and I.

“You’ll be there won’t you?”

“Aria you are the sister I never knew I always wanted”

“You’re
sweet”

It
’s about four or so in the afternoon, Oliver and I are going over receipts and what needs to be done over the next two weeks while I am gone on my honeymoon.
“Oliver I need you to please go through the holds and call for them to pick up”
“The Tower Centre meeting is next week the binder is on my desk in my office.”

“I
also tried to tie down a date for the Christmas cocktail party for all of our preferred customers I don’t want the dates to conflict with the party here at Tower Centre.”
“Aria, don’t worry I will handle everything, just forget about this place and be happy.”
“Oliver I wish it was as easy as that, I’ve never been away from the business for this long”
“Aria life is what you make of it.”
“I'm afraid I'm not sure what to make of it anymore”
RING A DING, DING