A Wedding Affair (The Wedding Affair)

by Lacey, S. L. A.

  “You gotta catch me first!” I take off around my desk and he is chasing me, we are both naked running around my office, shit this is hot, this is crazy, who are these people?

  “When I catch you Aria I’m gonna fuck you hard!”

  “I look forward to it Mr. Bach I’ve had a hard day already why stop now!” I ease myself around my messy, messy, white French Louie XIV desk, which is piled high with papers and fabric samples as they go flying into the air.

  Tristan is smiling his devilish grin as he makes his way around my desk, he is coming after me I push my wheeled high back chair I just got from Tuesday Mornings at him and I take off to the far side of the room towards the ladder that is attached to the white bookcases that house all my books and samples, the ladder is on a rail secured to the wall I make it up four rungs of the white ladder with brass hardware, Tristan catches my ankles, I am laughing and joking and yelping as he climbs up behind me.

  “Oh Aria we are going to have some fun turn around and face me” I turn around as he is one step below me he kisses me soundly and I love him.

  “I’m gonna fuck you on this ladder! Put your left leg around me” I do just that as his erection is like trained to find me as it pushes between my legs, I am on fire, I have needs that only he can tend to.

  Tristan flexes his hip and I arch mine, as he forges through me like a bolt of lightning! Oh Fuck, this is the best ever, he is in me so deep I feel it in my belly. My right arm in around his neck, while my left is holding onto the ladder for dear life. Tristan eases out of me slowly then pounds into me with all his might. I am all sensation and hunger for this man, my thoughts are only of him as he takes me to our place where we are the only two that matter.

  I latch onto him as he has his way with me some five feet off the floor.

  Tristan has his right hand on me as his left hand is on the ladder above my head, his lips against my right ear

  “Aria you are my naughty Marietta ”

  “Tristan make me see stars” I whisper into his ear, he thrust into me hard and fast and repeatedly, he winds me up so tight he bites at my neck and I scream out, as the sensation is unreal but he doesn’t stop, his lips are at my ear as his teeth graze my lobe he sucks my ear lobe then bites it hard, he shows me no mercy, in his assault as I am only his, he is mind-blowing as he literally fucks my brains out. I have no thoughts as pain and persecution turn to pleasure.

  “Tristan Oh dear God” he doesn’t stop he pounds into me harder and harder I throw my head back and he sucks hard on my breast as I arch my back he pummels into me thrashes my every thought as he wallops me, the impact is unreal, pleasure, sensation, how we have tortured each other it all comes down to this.

  “Fuck me Tristan” he is like a bolt of lightning precipitous and full of rage as he makes me come so hard as he bites my nipple and I spiral out of control, but he doesn’t stop he keeps pounding me in this pulsating rhythm until he fines his release, he is ripping me apart seizing me as he pulls at my heart grabbing and tugging at my heart strings. I go willingly of my own accord without reluctance he is taking me to our place where we are one, where he is mine and I am his where our souls met and fell in love.

  Tristan stills as he fills me with all he has, I feel his love and adoration, his anxiety and his pain as he holds me close to him, I wrap my other leg around his waist and he is holding onto me so I don’t slip through his fingers I want for nothing when I am in his arms.

  My eyes are still closed and when I open them I see stars all around his face twinkling and sparkling against his salacious smile, he looks rather pleased with himself this crazy man that I can’t get enough of.

  I fall into his arms, my head on his shoulder as he holds me tight and I can’t hold on anymore, my arms are dead weight, my legs are around him as he slides down the ladder to the floor taking me with him.

  “Aria what am I going to do with you?” He cradles me on his lap as he sits up against the white paneled built in book cases, he kisses my face with tiny kisses that make me smile.

  “Always taking things to new heights Mr. Bach” he hugs me tight in his arms as I look up at him,

  “Never figured you as the shoots and ladder girl” I giggle at his joke.

  “Never thought you’d show up today”

  “Aria we need to talk seriously…” I put my finger to his lips and nod no

  “No more serious talk”

  I shake my head no, no.

  “Tristan, I just want to look at you” he leans down and kisses me holding me in his arms as I sit on his lap, his left arm cradles my head as he kisses me passionately with love and affection. We are both basking in each other, I know my hair is a mess, his is crazed and flopping over his forehead, those hazel eyes are filled with desire as are mine, no more harsh words, no more yelling at each other, we savor our post coital bliss. I push the ladder away as it slides to the right next to the door.

  “Aria say something?” I move my leg and sit astride him and nod no no no. I kiss him and my hands are in his hair. His erection is stirring beneath me; he presses his forehead to mine.

  “Baby, you are my everything” he lifts me by my hips and positions me onto him and he fills me, I arch my back as he sucks hard on my breast. I moved slowly up and down and ride him as I pick up speed he has his other hand on my hip and he is making me go faster as he flexes his hips he goes deeper and deeper.

  “Oh dear God Tristan” he grabs my breasts with both hands and tantalizes them until I come like crazy, he pulls me close as he finds his release and we collapse onto each other, he falls back onto the plush brown and yellow Turkish rug and I fall onto his chest, we are both breathing hard as he holds me in his arms and it is quite evident that we are both in too deep, our situation is unfaChristopherable as I know we are headed towards the bottomless pit of deceit, our silence is confirmation that we are both entrenched, we don’t say a word as we are both breathing hard and we are indeed embedded in the certainty that we have marked each other.

  Tristan rests his chin is on my head as my cheek is against the smatter of his chest hair, this beautiful man tames the beast that rises within me, and then he speaks.

  “Aria I feels as if we are on a cliff on the highest peak in the Swiss Alps and we are clinging onto one another as our future hangs in the balance” I have no words for him, I hug him hard

  We catch our breath as I try to come back to earth.

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  Suddenly there is a

  KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK at the door.

  The door opens slightly and there are two very distinct voices giggling in that familiar way and I know it is Erika and Sabrina. My two best friends in the whole world.

  “Ya’ decent?” that endearment is questionable considering I am naked on Tristan Bach’s lap while in a scantily clad state of undress at the moment.

  Oh I am so going to get grief for this I’m sure they assumed I was with Tristan but now with it in their faces this is bad.

  “Um…DON’T COME IN!” I squeal but too late as they peer their heads around the door

  I turn around naked and still on Tristan, shit he is still inside me for goodness sakes! I turn as my curly hair flips from one side to the other oh shit, shit, shit, ” WE ARE BOTH THE DEER IN THE HEAD LIGHTS as we see the two of them with jaws on the floor, ok could my day get any worse.

  Sabrina is the shocked one, she has her hand over her mouth as if she caught me doing drugs, well that would really sum up Tristan, he is the drug I can’t kick. Erika is more in control given her chosen profession and all as she spouts off to me.

  “Aria get dressed you fiancé is here looking for you! I will keep him busy till you get yourself together”

  I am mortified, as they shut the door behind them, I move to stand up and Tristan pulls me to him, “Who are they?”

  “They are my life savers; I gotta get dressed and get out there before Ian goes ape-shit on me!”

  “Aria we didn’t solve anything?”

/>   “Yes we did, I’ve been sexually frustrated all day, you were just the thing I needed”

  “Aria that is not even funny”

  “Tristan don’t be mad, come on please, let me go, I have to get out there, the show is going to start, come I will get you a new shirt since yours has… um combusted.”

  “As you wish, this conversation if far from over”

  “Fine, fine, we fucked now, we’ll talk later” a trace of a smile lingers on his face, I get up and grab my robe and get him a fresh shirt, I come back and he is zipping his pants up, I take the raw silk shirt off the hanger and hold it out for him as I slip it up and over his shoulders. I go into the bathroom and after a quick wash I put my hair back up, slip on my bra and panties, my stiletto heels and grab my black crepe fitted dress, it’s a sheath sleeveless with a tiny white peter-pan collar that is all crystals. I walk back out and he is struggling with the French cuff.

  “Here allow me” he holds up his wrist one at a time and I don’t look at him as I put in his cufflinks, I do the other wrist and step behind him and hold out his jacket he slips it on and I grab one of my raw silk raven black bow-ties, I turn up his collar and he lifts up his chin as I snake it around his neck.

  “This one looks better on you, I made it for this shirt” I tie it perfectly in seconds, I turn the collar down and he looks amazing as usual. I go to walk away and he grabs me

  “Let me zip you up, the whole world doesn’t need to see all your treasures” I smile I am so in trouble with this man but I don’t care, I am so high right now high off of him that my feet are never going to touch the ground. His lips are at my ear I turn my head and he kisses me sweetly

  “Thank you Mr. Bach”

  “You are so beautiful” I smile as I look up at him

  “You! no more tuxedo’s” he looks at me as his teeth cinch his bottom lip

  “Does it have a profound effect on you?” he is being playful while I am in deep shit

  “Well let’s just say that Saturday night was a direct result of my weakness for men in tuxedos” he laughs and he is so adorable

  What about today?”

  “Combination of tuxedo and sexual frustration”

  “So you just want me for sex?”

  “No, sex anyone can have, with you tonight it was more lateral” he smiles and takes my breath away

  “Oh my naughty Marietta” he pulls me in his arms and kisses me, I touch my lips and grab my bag from the desk.

  “Come let’s go!”

  We walk out of the store together I lock the doors

  “Aria this is far from over, I will see you tonight”

  “I will hold you to it” he smiles as he leaves my side. Tristan goes one way and I go the other.

  I hurry as I catch the escalator up to the show area in the main area of Tower Centre where the huge dancing water fountain is. A feeling of uneasiness comes across me as I see who is walking towards me at a brisk pace, none other than the women in black, Miss Samantha Winter.

  “Miss Macy I have been looking all over for you” oh what does the grim reaper want all dressed in gloom.

  “Really did you see Oliver he should be able to answer any questions in my absence”

  “What I have to say has nothing to do with Oliver” ok so now I am intrigued as I cross my arms and stand in front of her. Just then my name is being shouted by a very tall familiar blond and her cohort who I know from the news here in Cleveland, its Robin Swaboda and none other than Mr. Jimmy Donovan.

  “Aria Macy we need your help, Jimmy lost his bow-tie he can’t find it anywhere”

  “Um Miss. Winter excuse me would you?” I am only too happy to walk away from miss gloom and doom.

  “Sure no problem right this way” Jimmy Donovan and Robin Swaboda follow me to Oliver where I grab a black raven bow-tie from one of the many that Oliver has in his pockets.

  “May I?” I stand in front of Mr. Donovan and tie his tie for him in no time flat.

  “There you go problem solved” they both look at me like I saved the day, oh well it’s just Business as Usual for us.

  “Miss Macy thank you so much”

  “Please call me Aria and it was my pleasure to be of help Mr. Donovan and Mrs. Swaboda, keep the tie to remember this evening.

  “Robin and Jimmy Please” Robin says with a sweet smile that is all her own. They head down to the main floor to MC this event, the crowd is starting to gather. I would say a pretty hefty turn out of people have shown up for this event, it gets bigger every year and with Jimmy and Robin hosting it’s a good time, they should do a two drink minimum. I like their banter, it reminds me of you know who and myself. Speaking of you know who as I stand in the wings and glance over the crowd and see not one but two of my favorite men out there, the man who wants to marry me and the man who secretly loves me…jeez how insensitive I must have been when he told me that he loved me.

  Chapter 23

  BLOW ME ONE LAST KISS

  The music is blaring, the room is all dressed up it looks like New Year’s Eve, the lights are low the balloons are all over to designate certain area, they really did a nice job.

  It’s after seven and the shows about to start.

  “Hey Aria how are you”

  “Good Mark how are you?” Mark is the manager of Tiffany and Company

  “I was just talking to Tristan”

  “Really you two still making all the romps to the player clubs?” I think they don’t but it doesn’t hurt to ask.

  “Aria you know I am not that guy anymore” just than Oliver is at my side and he needs some help.

  “Listen I have to go good to see you Mark” I follow Oliver and he has an issue with a belt so we grab some two sided tape and fix it, there problem solved yet again.

  I just make it behind the stage. The models look great, the clothes are simply stunning all the stores really brought their A game tonight, the dresses from Saks, the Tiffany jewelry and handbags, gosh this is like a parade of wishes and wants for me.

  The models are lined up looks like everything is ready to go, the show coordinators are managing the rest. Which is of course Samantha Winter the girl with the clipboard, I don’t know what it is about her but she just rubs me the wrong way and I don’t even know her, she started with the Tower Centre not too long ago well this is the first time I have had to deal with her I should ask Oliver what her story is, he always finds out the insider information. I glance down and find my friends in their places.

  Ian is sitting in his seat; he looks great in his charcoal suit and custom gray tie I made for him. He smiles back at me. Of course right beside him are Erika and Sabrina and Christopher, I have to say my friends clean up nice.

  Oh the looks and glares I am getting from them, shock on Sabrina’s face for sure, Erika she is harder to read, I think her look is worry, doubt, and anger.

  I pan the audience and gosh I have dressed more than half of the men here it seems, I see a lot of Business as Usual clients as well as a lot of ties in the sea of on lookers, I know there inseam and their likes and dislikes and I am pretty damn proud of myself as I give them all a once over they all look fabulous.

  I am wearing my little black Christian Dior crepe dress, with the tiny white peter pan collar that is adorned with all crystals, this dress is quite fitted, I look the innocent bride-to-be right down to my Christian Dior black stiletto heels, I am six inches taller, I feel powerful and so relaxed is it the heels or the illicit sex? Well I have a smile on my face that completes the look, so I am going with a combination of both killer heels, and sex with hot ex equals…today’s hot look.

  Here comes Oliver, he looks amazing, have I never told you about him? Oliver is as tall as me barely five feet, he looks like Georgio Armani, suave, debonair blue eyes, blond hair he is just amazing, he and his partner Gerry who is a night club singer here in town just adopted a rescue dog, Tootsie they are both so dear to me.

  “Aria you look beautiful, glowing, radiant actually my dea
r” Oliver is in his electric cerulean suit that he made for this evening. Oh shit does he know about my office antics?

  “You are pretty dapper in that suit I must say” as I straighten his tie, we exchange some banter and he hugs me hard. Shit he knows, he saw Tristan enter my office, he knows I got it bad for that man and probably how bad we gave it to each other…shit shit shit why is my universe falling apart? My past is compromising my future and my future doesn’t compare to my past. My thoughts are interrupted and brought back to the events at hand as the lights are blinking to signal everyone to take their seats.

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  Showtime….The stage is set before the marble staircase; the models are to walk down the stairs over the huge oval water fountain and then back up the steps. The fountain is lit up in white and blue lights almost like a runway at the airport pretty nifty I must say. All of the tables are all arranged around the huge center fountain; it’s quite dramatic and makes a great center piece for the show. The food and bar are behind the third row.

  I can see the whole area from where I am standing on the balcony above it all, I see that The Theatrical Grill has set up the buffet by the wall of windows that overlook the river, I see the beer garden is down further and it is set up with huge TV’s to catch the game or whatever is on and the wine and martini bar with the sign big as day that reads Chateau de Bach, I get a glimpse of Tristan, wow devastatingly handsome, sharp, sexy and in charge his black tousled hair, that killer tux and he is wearing my shirt and the bowtie that I made, he is animated and pristine, always commanding and he does look like a model no wonder Oliver thought he was one, gosh I always thought he was way too good looking for me. I always thought I could never satisfy him and his insatiable desires, but how times have changed and his desires have become my own.

  I am caught staring at him and our eyes lock onto one another, I don’t dare make a motion he nods and I look away to the show and watch the clothes and jewelry go by. The music is hip and trendy, it’s pumping up the audience. The lights are set the energy in the room is exciting I can’t wait to see it all.