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He made me feel desired and wanted the way a man should make a woman feel, not an object. I finish up in the bathroom and make my way down to the living room to gather my clothes. I get dressed in my outfit from the night prior. I smile at the window and couch, and I turn to leave. Come tomorrow, he won’t even remember my name, and there will be a new woman in his bed.
I, however, will remember him because it was by far the best night of my life. Now, back to my new reality in Seattle.
Nine
jameson
Mydickisrocksolid with the thought of sinking into Aria’s wet, tight pussy. The sounds she made last night when she was coming were music to my ears. I wish I had a video of her coming so I could watch it on replay on the daily––hourly. The way her body moved under my touch, and the seductive grin she made when she knew she pleased me, made me want to fuck her even harder. I roll over stretching out my arm to grab my woman, and I’m greeted with coldness. I jolted up and listened to see if maybe she is in the shower. The thought of last night plays in my head of Aria and I in the shower with her on her knees, chocking down my cock while I fucked her dirty mouth. Fuck me, I need to be inside her…now.
The pillows still smell like her perfume of cherry blossoms. I throw on a pair of gray sweats and head for the living room.
“Aria, where are you?” I call out to her. Nothing. That is when I notice that her clothes are gone from the window where I ate her pussy like it was my last meal.
She left. No note. No number, nothing. My Angel cannot run from me. Little does she know, I have her information at the shop on the form she filled out when she got her tattoo. I guess I am heading into the office early today.
Opening the door to the shop, I see Tyler and her bright pink highlights as the Vegas sun hits it. She sits at the front desk organizing the computer for the day on what appointments we have scheduled. Her head swings in my direction when she hears me enter.
“Holy shit, dude. What are you doing here so early on a Sunday?” Tyler raises her pierced eyebrow at me.
Shutting and locking the door behind me. “I own this place last I checked. So, I can come in anytime I want.” I respond as I head toward the front desk.
Turning in her chair with her tattooed arms crossed. “Well, thank you for that new information, Captain Obvious. Though you never come in early on Sunday in all the years I have been here.”
“I need to go over some paperwork from the other night. That’s all.” I am trying to throw her off my scent, but Tyler is too smart for her own good and will know that I am lying.
She narrows her eyes at me. “It would not have to do with a particular curvy blonde woman that you tattooed yesterday, would it? Or that you suggested they go toyourclub either?”
Rubbing my hand down my beard. “I just need to look for something. Can you please move?”
She stands and gestures for me to sit and look into the system. I go into where all of our client personal information is kept under each artist’s name, such as client names, address, age, birthday, and phone number. On our application forms it does ask for a place of employment, however most leave it blank. I am hoping that Aria filled that part out. It would make my life so much easier. Clicking onto my profile, her name is at the top of the listAria Lewis.My Angel. All of her information is right there. Including her employer. I knew she would not disappoint me…unlike this morning. Now, there is no escaping me this time.
“So, I was right then? It was about the woman you tattooed yesterday, huh, Boss Man?” Tyler is grinning as she leans over my shoulder.
Grunting, I say, “Don’t you have work to do or some shit rather than to spy on me looking in the computer system?”
“Seeing as youbargedin like a crazed animal and demanded that you needed to look in the system, I was working in. Now that you have what you need, I think she was a cool chick, and she is most certainly your type too.” Tyler smiles big. “The question is, Boss Man, what are you going to do about it?”
What am I going to do about it? After last night, I cannot get enough of her. The way her body moved as she came under me, my tongue, my fingers. I am addicted to her scent, her taste, her sounds, her everything. She is mine. I have not felt this way about a woman in years, and I’ll be damned if I let her slip through my grasp.
Oh, my sweet Angel. I am coming for you. Seattle seems to be a great place for me to set up a new shop.
Ever since I found Aria’s place of employment, I have been stalking her profile on the company website and all of her socials. And fuck me when I saw some of her posts while she was in Vegas. She posted a picture of herself out by the pool at her resort, and she has on the sexiest swimsuit. The red color of her bikini against her pale skin with the Las Vegas sun hitting it, is making her glow like the Angel she is. The top of her suit is holding her breasts up with one strap. Her stomach is showing with all of her curves that my tongue explored and more during our night together. She is sitting on the side of the pool with her legs and feet in the pool and her back is arched, her hands on either side while she looks up at the sun. The suit is covering just enough of her biteable ass. I’m getting hard just staring at it. Like the sick man that I am, I screen shot the image and make my background on my phone. I screenshot a few more for later.
I start making plans to head out to Seattle. I have some things I need to settle up before heading out to Aria with the shop here. I need to make sure my artists are set up with what they need, and I have to move some of my regular clients around as I am not sure how long I will be out. Some agree to see some of the other artists I have. I only hired the best out there. I do have an apprentice, but he is still learning the ropes. Tyler runs the shop as she sees fit anyways, so there is no need to ask her if she needs anything. I call up Shay to let her know if she needs me to call my cell telling her I need to travel to Seattle, and she calls me out for the curvy blonde too. Ignoring her statement, I reiterate what I said on calling me if there are issues.
Aria belongs to me and only me. There is no other man needed in her life…only me. I will make her see that. And if she does not believe me, I have ways…many ways to make her see it my way.
I am coming for you, Aria.
Ten
aria
Six Months Later…
“Thankyouforstoppingby on your first day, Aria. Okay, I think we have everything that we need from you. As you know, our background check we take very seriously due to our clientele that work with us.” She pauses looking over all of the documents with me. “And congratulations by the way on your marriage. So exciting!” Pearl from HR at Pickman & Pickman Real Estate beams at me.
I furrow my eyebrows at her. “Oh, no, I was married, but I divorced my ex-husband
