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Aria
I place my hands on either side of his chest and my fingernails dig into his tatted skin, swirling my hips. He lets out a deep throaty growl. Smirking at him, I run my hand into his hair and pull on it so I can kiss him. Lowering myself onto him, I kiss him as if I am starving for his touch. The kiss in messy and sloppy. He bites down on my bottom lip, and I moan in appreciation.
He pulls me down slightly and takes one of my breasts in his mouth. Twirling his tongue around my nipple, he bites down hard. I cry out not from the pain, but the pleasure. He moves to the other one and does the same thing. Gripping my hips firmly, as he thrusts into me harder.
“Diablo…Yes…Right there…Fuck!” I cry out.
I move my hips up and down. I can feel each of his piercings hitting my G-spot with each movement I make. The sensation is almost too much, and I do not think I can hold back my release. I am so close.
Moving his hand and adding pressure on my clit. “Come now. Come on my dick, Angel.”
He pinches my clit and thrusts hard into me at the same time. I come hard screaming out his name. Jameson grunts loudly as he erupts with his orgasm inside me. I collapse on top of him, trying to catch my breath.
Jameson rubs my back with me still on top of him and his dick still inside me. He kisses the top of my head. We lie like that and don’t move. Not sure how much time has passed, but he speaks first. “What happened with Greg to make you finally divorce his ass? I know you mentioned about the cheating. I assume there was more. Baby, I want to know everything.”
Baby? That one is new. I think I like it. I peer up at him and he kisses my lips softly. This is hard for me to share with someone who I have not known very long, but though it feels right with him. It feels safe. I feel his arms wrap around me tighter, and I instantly feel safe with him. I feel like I can share my fears and the bad part of my life that I like to shove under the carpet.
I let out a deep breath. “My marriage was not always horrible, but I was with Greg since my sophomore year of college. He was there when my parents were killed in a car accident by a drunk driver.” Jameson’s whole body stiffens at my confession. “I know I should have ended it a lot sooner than I did, but I think I wanted to have that family connection so badly I ignored the many…and I mean many red flags. The cheating was the icing on the cake for me. I looked past the name calling, body shaming, and much more.” I can feel the tears building behind my eyes, and I try to keep my voice calm. “Five years ago, I was pregnant. At six months, I suffered a horrible miscarriage.”
His arms wrap around me tighter.
“Tell me more.”
I turn my head to look him in his eyes. “The miscarriage took a piece of me that I never fully recovered from. My placenta ruptured, and my baby girl did not make it…I almost did not make it.”
Jameson takes his thumb and wipes my tears that are falling down my face.
“Greg blamed me. Blamed my weight and said I killed our baby. Since that night, we were never the same, but we tried to act like we were fine.” I take a deep breath and rub my cheek against his chest. “I don’t want to make the same mistakes with you…in this marriage. I am scared, Jameson, because the feeling I get with you is like nothing I have ever experienced. But I couldn’t go through something like that again. It will break me.”
He tilts my chin up to him. “Aria, I am so sorry that you had that happen. So, sorry. But listen when I say this to you. I am nothing like your ex. I am obsessed with your body, as you can tell.” Winking at her. “If anything like that happens with us, I assure you I’ll be right by your side.” He kisses me softly. “It’s me and you, forever.”
After the confession of my shitty marriage and my trauma from losing my baby girl, we christened every station, the back room, his deck, the front desk and against the wall. Let’s say Jameson was making his point…quite well.
Seventeen
aria
IfeellikemaybeJameson is right that this marriage can work, which is surprising since we went into this as complete strangers. Ever since the moment I met Jameson all those months ago, it was as if my body already knew him. When our eyes met, I felt that he could see me for who I was. Since that most intense night we shared in the tattoo shop, it feels as if it brought us closer and made me see Jameson in a different light. I think meeting Jameson and getting married was meant to happen, and I just hope I made the right choice by saying yes to giving Jameson the three months to prove to me that we belong together.
Jordan reminded me that I have a meeting with one of my new high end clients’ financial advisors to speak about the property that they are inquiring about. Apparently, this person is supposed to be the one working with me on negotiating the price with the seller’s broker. This is not something I am used to. Whatever gets the job done for my client, I am willing to do.
Jordan opens my door with a sour look on his face as he introduces the client’s financial advisor. “Please let me know if you need anything, Mr. Knight. Ms. Aria will see you now.”
I freeze at Jordan’s words. Did he say,Mr. Knight?No, there is no way that Greg is the financial advisor I am meeting with. My karma is not that bad. Is it? I can feel my body tense and the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
Greg is standing next to Jordan. “Thank You, Jordan. I am sure Ms. Aria, and I will be fine.” The tone of his demeaning voice hits me, and my whole body breaks out in a cold sweat. It’s like I have been transported back in time with hearing that voice as he hurled the most hateful words at me. The old me wants to curl up in a ball and hide. But this new Aria is not going to let him get under my skin, again.
Standing up, I straighten my bright pink pencil skirt and walk over to greet the bastard…my ex-husband. I take in his presence. The perfectly styled chestnut hair, parted on one side and combed over the side, without a strand out of place. To his impeccable clean-shaven face. His dark brown eyes narrow as he looks at me. I suppress the need to roll my eyes in the back of my head. I take in how his navy-blue suit fits him like a glove against his lean muscular body. Clean cut with no wrinkle in sight. Nothing like Jameson who is the complete opposite. At one point in my life, I thought Greg was the most attractive man I ever met. Then his true personality appeared.
“Greg.” My voice is flat as I stand up from behind my desk. “Thank you for meeting with me to go over the property on Fourth and Madison.” I make my way over to him.
Grinning like the asshole he is, Greg unbuttons his navy-blue suit, reaching out to shake my hand, but leans in to kiss my cheek. I had to swallow down the bile that rises up. I can’t believe I was with the man since sophomore year in college and married to him for seven years. But the image is locked in my memory bank of him plowing into his assistant. Now, all I feel when I see him…is nothing at all.
Gesturing to the seat in front of my desk, I round the side of the desk and take a seat. I pull out the folder of the property and hand it to Greg.
“Fourth and Madison as you know is a great location for our client,whois looking to grow their business. You know as well as I do that this is a great number being presented to the seller. I am sure there won’t be any back and forth. Not sure why this meeting was necessary,” I say calmly.
Greg chuckles. “Yes, I will agree that this is a great property, but I also know that we can do better on the price. They are asking more than what it is worth.” He raises his eyebrow at me. “Did you even look at the comps in the area at least? That is what I would have done first––”
