Date = 28 May
Place = San Francisco (Inferno)
POV – Aria
After he rolls the condom on, he steps between my legs and drapes his warmth over me. His sexy abs contract in a really seductive way and I let out a little groan in anticipation of what’s to come.
Enrique teases his covered tip against my slit. “You can’t imagine how much I missed you.”
In one fast push, he slams into me so fast I lose my breath for a moment. My hands grapple around his neck for purchase, grabbing his hair to hold onto as I fight this sudden, delicious invasion between my legs. He softly stroke my hair from my face in a gentle way that is at complete odds with the brutal tightness between my legs.
“You’re so fucking pretty.” The compliment flips my stomach upside-down, his eyes looking straight into my sole. The one he’s gonna rip out sooner rather than later. He squeezes my nipple and groan loudly, “Aria, what are you fucking doing to me?”
I open my mouth, but the only sound that escapes my throat is a little hiss, the one a kitten makes when you get to close. I grind my hips up with frantic need, the tight ache building and begging for more. I need him to pump.
“Holy shit!” He sits back on his knees and throws my legs up on his shoulders and he scoops his hands down them at the same time until he grabs my ass, pushing it up.
“Voodoo fucking pussy,” And with that strange epigram, he begins thrusting into me so hard and fast, I can’t even utter a sound. It’s just a lot of hampered sobs that seem to escape straight from my lungs, dodging my vocal cords. He abuses my pussy, grinding and sliding in hard, hitting all the right spots.
Another orgasm mounts on top of the first, and I swear I’m going to explode when he reaches down and rubs his finger on my swollen clit. At last I find my voice , and I scream out in pleasure.
He jams my breast and tweaks my nipple so hard I have to bite back another cry.
“Enrique, please,” I plead, getting all worked up again.
“I know,” he groans and moves his salacious fingers into my mouth, so I can taste my arousal all over them. He pulls his fingers out, and replaces it with his lips, his tongue samples all the corners of my mouth. This must be what heaven feels like. My mind says I need this to stop. This must be the last time. I’m gonna get hurt. My heart says no way, I never want this to end.
“You drive me fucking crazy,” he continues pounding into me until another orgasm rips through me.
“Enrique,” I beg, moan, and whine a little. “cum for me.” He laughs.
He pulls out, his dick rigid, stiff, ungiving – in serious need for release.
He hardhandedly swings me around, and takes me from behind before my brain can access what’s happening. One hand grabs my boob and plays with my nipple, the other holds onto my hair as he pounds into me uncontrollably, making hot little groaning sounds.
“Yes!” I moan because honestly, I am sure my heart is sucked into some kind of vortex.
“Holy fuck shit,” he exclaims, freezing mid-thrust and discharging inside me like a cannon. His body tightens, my channel contracts with each needy burst of seed he shoots into the condom.
“Hell, fairy-girl, you’re killing me.” He pulls out and falls with his back onto the bed, breathing harshly. He removes the condom, ties it and tosses it onto the ground.
I force a smile because what else can I do? I just fucked a guy, whom I said I’m not going to fuck again, who doesn’t know that I’m in love with him, who I signed a fake contract with, in a bed in his club where he must have fucked hundreds of naked girls before. How much more fucked up can this situation get?
Am I that desperate? That needy? I’ve never been this wanting before. What is it about Enrique Blackburn that makes me yearn for him this much? Even though I know I’m gonna get harshly rejected … it’s as if I’m willing to sacrifice my sanity, pride, my everything for whatever small bits and pieces I can get. Whatever he’s willing to give. That’s so bloody pathetic, I know.
I get up and walk to the bathroom. A need a quick shower before going back to work.
When I return to the room, Enrique is fast asleep, in his full naked glory. He looks so vulnerable and beautiful … like an angel. I have seriously fallen hard for this man. This robot. I wipe some hair from his face and pull a blanket over him. He must be jet-lagged, since he just arrived back a few hours ago. Just let him sleep for a while. I’ll bring him some food later. Silently I close the door and walk down the few steps. My fingers play with the dainty bangle on my left wrist that Enrique brought from New York. It’s a thin gold band with small diamonds etched into it, but what I love the most is the word Sport engraved on the inside.
“Ah, miss Aria, one of the waiters was looking for you,” the bouncer tells me as soon as I enter the VIP entrance room. The private bedrooms (there are five) are linked to the entrance room (the one with the model planes) via a secret passage, always locked and guarded, hidden behind a fake wall. Not many people know about this and you need a registered hand print to get in.
“Thanks.” I blush, thinking about what just happened upstairs. I check the time, it’s almost two. I turn back to the bulky man.
“Eh, can you ask one of the drivers to go fetch Leyla from school, please.”
“Sure, thing, miss Aria.” He walks away to the staff waiting room. I go to the VIP room to stock the bar. A bachelors party last night, for some or other famous dude, emptied almost everything. The guys were on a serious get drunk mission, and if Axel and Kiara didn’t help out I don’t know what I would have done. Kiara was really great this last month we were managing Inferno together. We became good friends … but I still miss Mel. She’s gallivanting somewhere in Europe with her boy. Hell, most of the gang are somewhere half-way around the world. But, except for that, I would say things are going rather smoothly here on the home front.
Even Brian seems to have backed off … at least I haven’t received any new threats from his corner … so that’s a start. Maybe it’s just my wishful thinking … or maybe it’s because of Enrique’s absence … but whatever it is I hope it stays that way. Talking about Mr. Blackburn. I never thought I could miss a person as much as I missed Sport … but luckily he’s back now.
“Ah, Aria, girlfriend?” And my wonderful day just turned a corner to go downhill fast. In walk Amanda and Brian. I seriously hate that girl. And I hate her flawless beauty even more. I promise, there’s not a single defect on her exterior. She’s stunningly beautiful, I can’t argue with that. I’m just glad she don’t have a brain to match.
“How are you, doll? Long time no see.” I’m not buying this fake friendliness. Something’s up. I just know it.
“Hey, what can I get you?” I keep it professional. I really don’t want to small talk with either of them. Brian casts a quick glance at me and then lowers his eyes. Is he feeling guilty about something?
“A whiskey, please, Aria,” Brian does not look me in my eyes. Ug, what now? And here I was just thanking my lucky stars. I should not have thought about him. I just jinxed it.
“Just an ice-tea for me. I can’t drink alcohol in my condition.” She spreads her hands over her tummy. I glare at her skeptically. Is she … no, I’m not even gonna ask. I’m getting so tired of all their schemes and stupid plans. I hand them their drinks without a word and turn around to continue with my stocktaking. I hope they would take the hint, but I’m not that lucky.
“Eh, is Enrique around? I need to talk to him about the baby.” Her words cut through me like a hot knife through butter and I drop the clipboard in my hand.
“Oh, sorry, I guess he hasn’t told you yet. Maybe he felt it was to soon, since you just recently lost yours. He’s such a gentleman.” I take a deep breath to try and calm down my suddenly shaking hands, as a pain shoots through my heart, cutting it in pieces. I bite my lip and swallow hard. I’m not going to show this bitch how much I’m hurting right now. I just won’t give her that satisfaction. I’ll keep my cool. I have to. Another deep breath and I pick up my clipboard again.
“No, he hasn’t. Must have slipped his mind.” I try to say that as normal as possible. What the fuck is going on? Is Amanda really expecting his baby?
“So, how far along are you?” I act as if I’m busy counting the beer bottles in the fridge, but at this stage my mind can’t, for the love of hell, remember what comes after two.
“About seven weeks. It happened about a month ago … right here in his office. Remember that night you and Mel went home early?” My heart falls into my shoes and disintegrate. The night we had sex in his office … and I remember the message on his phone … the message she sent him that she’s waiting in his office …
The bastard fucking lied.
“Here is the DNA test and the sonar he requested. Maybe you could give it to him.” I have to turn around now. It takes every little ounce of control I have in my body to do that, but I manage to take the envelope from her with a big smile.
I clip the envelope to my clipboard, my back towards them again.
Tears prick my eyes. I’m going to lose it right here in front of her and Brian. I need to get out. But then small arms circle around my hips.
“Hey, ginger-girl,” Leyla speaks with her cheek pressed against my butt. I look down my side to see her cheerfully master up a tired smile. She’s waiting for me to complain about the nickname … but it’s not gonna happen. I pinch her nose … she may not realize it, but she just saved me from utter humiliation.
“So, is Ricky back?” she lets go and leans with her back against the bar.
“Yes, but he’s sleeping. We’re going home now, you can see him later, okay.” I need to get out of here … right now. And I just found the excuse I was looking for.
“Okay. I’m a little tired too.” I only now notice the black circles under her eyes; her pale complexion and the blue tint in her lips. Her treatment is not working too well, so she needs a bone-marrow transplant sooner rather than later. But since neither me, Noah or Jesse are a match, we’re praying for one soon.
“You are welcome to wait for Enrique if you want … or you could phone him to come down. But you have to excuse me, I need to take my sister home.” I turn to the couple, facing them the first time since Amanda dropped the bomb on me. Brian still looks guilty, Amanda has a winning smirk on her professionally make-upped face.
I notion for the other barman to take over, give them the best smile I can muster at this moment and take Leyla by the hand. We walk down the stairs to the VIP entrance.
“Aria, are you alright? Is something wrong? It’s that woman … the one who pushed you off the boat. What a bitch!” I don’t chastise her for saying that. She’s right. And way to observant for her own good. Maybe the Blackburns are rubbing off on her.
“Eh, you go tell a driver to get ready and make sure to load all your school stuff in the car. I just need a minute.” Since I don’t have a car, I need one of the drivers to take us home.
I fall onto the nearest chair, my legs giving in. I put my hand over my heart, hoping to ease the pain. I’m shaking like a scared bunny in a fox hole. How could he do this to me? I stare at the envelope … it looks the same as the one Logan’s DNA results came in. I open it with clumsy fingers and pull out the papers. One confirms that Amanda is indeed seven weeks pregnant, the other confirms that person A is the father. So that’s that. The end of our contract. What’s gonna happen now? I’ll have to find another job … and a place to stay … and …
No, I can’t think about the future … I must just figure things out for now. I message Kiara that something urgent came up and I have to leave. Okay, Inferno is done. Now where to sleep tonight. Noah and Jesse don’t have space. Oh … I know. The phone rings a few times.
“Hey, girl, whats up?” The sound of Alejandro’s voice almost cracks the thin wall keeping me from breaking down. But somewhere I find the strength to keep it up.
“Hey,” my voice sounds like a squeaking mouse, but it’s all I got for now. “I can’t explain now, but is it possible for Leyla and me to stay with you for a while?” The silence on the other side tells me he was not expecting that.
“Alejandro?” He finds his voice.
“Eh, sure.” He doesn’t sound so sure. “Isn’t Enrique back? Aria, is everything alright?” He’s worried now.
“Yes and no. But I’ll tell you when I see you tonight. We’re going to pack some stuff, and we’ll meet you at your place in let’s say two hours from now?”
“I’ll be there.” He hangs up and I blink my eyes to get rid of the tears. I walk to the bar and write a short letter on the envelope.
Enrique
I guess congratulations are in order. Thanks for everything. I’ll send Noah to get the rest of our stuff.
Aria
I hand the envelope to the barman on duty, telling him to give it to Enrique. I’m not up to facing him just now. I need time to process this. I walk to where Leyla is already waiting in the car. The whole drive my mind is digesting what happened, and what I should do now. I can’t seem to come up with any answers … but I am sure that I’ll survive. It’s not as if I wasn’t expecting this … well, not exactly THIS … but something like this.
While I’m packing my stuff, Enrique phones. I don’t answer. Then he sends a message.
Enrique: It’s not what it looks like. Answer your damn phone!
He must have read my letter on the envelope. He calls again, but I silence my phone. Not what it looks like? Yeah, I would not have believed Amanda’s word alone, knowing her previous misconducts … but hell, the evidence are right there … black on white. And he knew this and didn’t tell me. Left me to be humiliated by that bitch. No, Enrique Blackburn … there’s no talking yourself out of this one.
I swing the single backpack over my shoulder and take the handle of the suitcase. The same bright green one I came with. How ironic. My whole life packed into one single suitcase again … as if nothing changed. But it did. Everything fucking changed.
I stare at the leftover clothes in the cupboard … clothes that he bought … clothes that don’t belong to me. I’m not going to take a single thing that reminds me of him. I take a last look around the room. The room where I’ve experienced the happiest moments of my life … and now also the saddest. I close the door, the end of our chapter together. I can’t be sad. I have no right to be. I knew this was all fake. I knew from the start that he was a robot. I knew everything.
The driver helps us to load Leyla’s animals and some of her toys – she’s taking her birthday bunny and her pink skateboard. She’s not happy to leave her room. But I promise her that Noah would come get the rest later. And if we find a place of our own, I’ll ask Mel to paint her walls again. Mel. Would she still be friends with me? I don’t want to lose her too. I don’t want to lose any of them.
“You better not let Petunia get out in the car,” I warn my sister. I don’t have enough energy left to survive that creature crawling over me. Not today.
“Don’t worry,” she laughs, “I’ll keep her safe and away from you.” I lean my head back and close my eyes. All I want now is to take a warm bath, crawl into a bundle and cry myself to sleep.