Chapter 24

Uncertain how the kiss had gone from curious and innocent, to carnal and desperate I felt my back pressing against the far wall no where near the bedroom. Running my hands over his shoulders I moaned in awe as the tight muscles beneath my fingers flexed, resting my hands at his slender hips I felt him press further against me, molding his toned body to mine. My legs threatened to give out as I wobbled confident I wouldn't be able to stand on my own soon. His long fingers gripped the hem of my tee, starting to tug it upwards and exposing my stomach. The butterfly like touch of his fingers on the sensitive area sent the alarm bells dinging in my head warning me of the upcoming danger.

Flattening my palms against his chest I gave a weak push noting how my fingers fisted the fabric of his shirt "No -Wes stop." I croaked uncertain if I wanted him to

Involuntarily he pulled away his eyes glazed with abandoned desire, reflecting the same wanting racking my insides but I couldn't sleep with him -well not ever, that's ridiculous. "We can't just have sex and forget that you left me earlier for another woman." I explained when he cocked his head in confusion

He sighed, causing his hot breath to mingle with mine "I told you Delia and I are friends." he stated his eyes at half mast as he eyed my swollen red lips hungrily

Dodging his eager mouth I shook my head, dead set on getting a real answer out of him. "The bartender said you were more than that."

He mumbled an array of curses in both Italian and English, both languages mixed into a jumbled mess making it difficult for me to decipher. His hands slid down my waist resting at my hips, he nodded once looking as if he were searching for the correct words before speaking.

"It's true."

"Not technically." he sighed shoving one of his large hands through his hair "It's complicated."

Ignoring the sting of betrayal mercilessly clutching my heart I forced my head up, allowing me to stare straight into the stormy blue eyes I could easily lose myself in.

"Did you two ever have sex?"

He hesitated, fear flickering in his eyes before breathing out "Yes."

He cheated. He fücked another girl! My throat tightened recalling the other night when they were embracing oblivious to me standing behind them observing the whole scene -watching them entering his apartment. Banishing the memory from my mind I concentrated on wording my next question, I now know they've had sex.

"Did you ever have a sexual relationship with her?"

"Yes."

No. Squeezing my eyes shut I found his honesty bittersweet -for him to answer without the long dragged out answers and 'it meant nothing' line that always aggravated me but it didn't excuse the fact that he has had sex with her. His hand rested on my shoulder sliding so he was cupping my neck, his touch was warm and meant to comfort me but I felt disgusted and squirmed away, only leaving his hand on my hip as our only contact. Squaring my shoulders I blinked my eyes open unsatisfied with the information I've received, there was still more I wanted -needed to know.

"Did you have any sexual contact with her tonight?" I asked in a deadpanned tone

His eyes flared with what resembled anger "No."

Firmly pressing my lips together I held in the sigh threatening to pass my lips, "Did you have any sexual contact the night she stayed over?"

The muscle in his jaw twitched indicating his dislike of this question but I needed to know. He dropped his hand from my hip and I felt an emptiness in my chest at the loss of contact but didn't attempt to reach for him no matter how much my body yearned for it.

"No."

I blinked confusingly at him taken back by his response, my eyes searched his hardened expression for some indication of a lie but fell short. She spent the night....they have history....he's Wes for fück's sake how could they have not slept together! My eyes narrowed zeroing in on him, unless he's lying.

"Now that you're done interrogating me can I explain what's really going on." he said his voice holding an edginess similar to earlier when he barged into my apartment

"Please do." I shot back venomously

His hands slammed at each side of my head barracking me between their massive size, I flinched taken by surprise when he leaned forward pushing his hips against mine shamelessly. Gulping nervously I ignored his erection digging into my torso and the wetness forming between my thighs, instead I fixed my gaze on the twin orbs staring back at me daring me to protest about our sudden close proximity.

"Delia and I did have a sexual relationship years ago when we were both young, but not anymore." he stated his breath dancing over my slightly parted lips, the slight hint of vodka from earlier barely detectable "The bartender you spoke to is a dìck to bring up a relationship from years ago and you are the idiot who believed him."

I gaped openly at him for openly -and bluntly insulting me "You brute-"

He placed a long, slightly calloused finger against my lips silencing me with the heated look in his eyes. "Delia did stay over the other night but not for the reasons you think. She had an audition for a toothpaste commercial the next morning and since I lived near the building where they were holding the auditions I offered for her to stay over rather than drive an hour and a half at six in the morning."

My mouth parted to form an 'O' as I recalled how overly dressed the young woman was. He dropped his hand from my lips resting it on my waist, inches from my aching breasts. Leaning forward he rested his forehead against mine our eyes locked.

"If that hasn't eased your mind yet this piece of information will, Delia and I are on the same team."

I blinked in confusion, puzzled by his last comment when it hit me. My eyes widened realizing what he meant, he smiled -a playful smile that softened his features. "She's a lesbian kitty kat, as much as it pains my manhood to admit it my sexual relationship-" he rolled his eyes repeating my exact words from earlier "Helped Delia figure out she doesn't like men. Her appearance at the club tonight was a complete coincidence."

She's a lesbian. She likes girls and all the parts that came with them -I wanted to laugh in relief but resisted fearing Wes would think me crazy. Still a faint smile touched my lips as all doubt was wiped clear out of my mind.

His lips hovered above mine, his breath ghosting over my parted lips "I didn't cheat on you." he announced proudly before licking my bottom lip teasingly

His lips slanted on mine, coaxing them apart as his tongue thrust in rubbing over mine in a silent challenge. I moaned unable to stop the shudder of delight that caused me to lean further into him to stop my body from melting at his feet, his fingers skittered across my belly pulling the hem of my shirt gently up over my head in a quick sweep only a skillful man like him could do. His eyes glittered with excitement as he took in the petal pink bra -of the many Tess and I bought the other day- I chose to wear for tonight hoping for a little luck afterwards. He swore under his breath and ran his thumb over the soft fabric, my nipple pebbled in response.

"You look sexy as fück, kitty kat." he growled. His hands disappeared behind me, his fingers brushing my shoulder blade as he unclasped the bra in one swift sweep of his long fingers. I gasped staring up at him in astonishment when he gripped my hips pushing me up against the wall, his mouth latching onto my neck.

"You still taste like vanilla." he remarked on the body lotion I lathered on my skin earlier in hopes of him enjoying the scent.

Wringing my arms around his neck I gasped and moaned at the same time when he sucked my skin into his mouth sending desire pulsing through my veins, ungracefully I tugged his shirt up wanting to feel his bronze skin against my bare one -no boundaries. Lifting his arms above his head he pinned me to the wall with his hips while he tossed his shirt over his shoulder not caring where it landed.

My mouth formed a O as I drank in his washboards abs, toned arms that could carry any woman and his waist was slender without a trace of fat marking him. My eyes trailed down to the V on his hips that dipped below his jeans to an area I ached for. "Take off your jeans." I demanded my eyes trained on the bulge outlined by denim

I didn't even need any foreplay to get excited, the wetness dripping down between my thighs was enough proof of that. Sliding my hand over his torso in unmasked awe, he shivered from my touch encouraging me to go further. My fingers brushed the brass button of his jeans, fumbling with it for a moment before it snapped open much to my excitement. He moaned against my collarbone when my hand brushed his erection as I pulled the zipper down, eagerly yanking the denim below his hips.

His large hand cupped my breast caressing the heavy mound, while brushing his thumb over the dusty tip eliciting a moan of satisfaction from me. Looping my thumbs under the hem of his boxers I tugged them down watching as they dropped to his knees where his jeans clung, revealing the steel rod I've yearned for. My hand stretched out in pure curiosity, my fingers wrapped around his hardness -my fingers barely touching due to his width- and he hissed as if I burned him. Warily I glanced up to expecting him to push me away claiming I was clumsy but he didn't, instead he slid me further up on the wall and ducked his head down so his gaze was in line with my breasts. With an animal like growl he took my pebbled nìpple into his warm mouth, his hot breath fanning the moist bud when he lifted his mouth briefly before claiming it with his mouth once more.

My hand tightened around him as we moaned in unison, on it's own accord my hand pumped his length feeling him twitch in my palm in excitement. A guttural sound vibrated from his chest and through my chest as he sucked the swollen nub like it was the secret to immortality.

"Oh God...." I grunted when he grazed his teeth over the moist nub, his free hand brushed the other nìpple like he would pet a feline. Desire swirled in the pit of my belly, heating my lower half in a wave of molten lava that gathered at my core. "Wes..." I whined finding myself sounding like a horny teenaged boy at prom getting head for the first time.

"Patiences kitty." he ground out his voice thick with passion, I could just imagine how clouded his eyes were with lust. Glowing with the promise of ending the raging fire enflaming my insides, and dragging me to the depths of a mind blowing orgasm.

"No!" I seethed, the desire taking over any common sense I once held. Shimmying the pajama pants off my hips I squirmed feeling the soft cotton sliding down my thighs where his muscular thighs held me up, one leg at a time I kicked the pants off leaving myself nude as a newborn baby. Wes lifted his head, his eyes widening in alarm before the flaming heat of lust claimed him once more and he grinned a devilish grin that had me moaning helplessly.

"Condom." I panted, keeping my eyes locked with his. He slid his hand into the front of his hanging pants retrieving the foil packet, never breaking eye contact and I barely contained the squeal of joy from slipping past my lips when he slid the plastic over his saluting solider. Lifting my legs I wrapped them around his waist positioning my core above his erection, he leaned forward and kissed my lips softly as he entered part of his manhood leaving a generous length out.

"Yesss..." I cried out happily and buckled against him forcing the rest of him into my weeping core.

A blissful moan rang through the room but I wasn't sure which of us that was. He slid out easily -courtesy of my dripping channel- grunting under his breath he pushed forward so he filled me up and then some. My eyes widened feeling the thrust hitting the back of my throat, then before I could recover he pulled out quickly and slammed his full length in again. Whimpering in both pain and pleasure I met his thrusts, each one harder than the last and I loved it.

"I was worried about you." he grunted. Dipping his head to my exposed neck, he nipped the sensitive skin before placing a soft kiss over the sore area "I went around the whole club looking for you, bathrooms, private rooms, even the staff room." he added as he thrust roughly into me

I gasped taken back by the force behind his thrusts, they were rough and uncaring as if he were punishing me. Excitement and arousal wrestled in my chest when he pulled out only leaving his glazed tip inside of me. I whimpered at the loss as the flames of my release licked at my body, beckoning me to reconnect us.

"Then I'm told you left..." he pushed in angrily stealing the breath from my lungs. He kissed my pulsing heartbeat keeping his mouth on my neck and spoke in a guttural tone that had my walls clenching around him "I was pissed that you'd leave without a word and knew where you ran to."

"I didn't..oh.." My eyes rolled to the back of my head when he bit my neck at the same time he slipped his dìck out of my humming core and pushed back in hard enough to silence me.

Digging my nails into his shoulders I raised my hips, the smooth wall providing support as I slid down on his shaft eagerly. His large hands fell on my bare hips stopping me from speeding his strokes, pulling me closer as he thrust slowly into me -his mouth pressed against my neck as he peppered kisses down my neck. "No, kitty." he tssked, despite the husky tone of his voice "Not until you apologize for worrying me."

Throwing my head back in frustration I tried pushing my hips downwards but his grip was steel like, keeping me inches from pushing down on him. Growling down at him I dragged my nails down his back feeling his body react to the small attack, but if it hurt he didn't show it. Slowly he pulled out and rammed back in, keeping still inside of me as my walls clenched around him hoping to keep him in place. With a small chuckle he pulled out leaving only his tip by my entrance, teasing my clìtoris as he whispered in my ear "If you want me to fúck you, then apologize."

"I..." Groaning I attempted to push my hips downwards but his hands kept me in place. Skating a hand up his back I relished the muscles flexing beneath my touch, I gripped the back of his hair moaning when my fingers slipped into his silky coal like hair. "I'm sorry...now move!" I demanded fervently

With a throaty chuckle he slid his hands down to the globes of my bottom and squeezed playfully "I'm going to make you scream." he promised in a stern voice. With no warning he started to thrust into me, in long, hard, brutal thrusts that had my walls squeezing his girth.

Leaning my head forward I pressed my mouth against the side of his neck to muffle the scream that tore from my throat. Screaming like I'm being slaughtered by an axe murder might wake the entire floor at five in the morning is definitely not on my to-do list.

"That's it babe..." he grunted slamming me against the wall "Scream for me kitty." I hit my head but the light throbbing dulled as his thrusts grew urgent, quicker, sharper. The tension in my lower abdominal built on top of each other, reaching an unbearable height that threatened to crumble with me underneath.

"Oh fùck...." I screamed, so close to my release. My hand tightened in his hair, keeping his mouth latched to my throat, my fingers digging into his shoulder.

"You know what I want to hear." he ground out, his hips pounding forward causing my back to bang against the wall with every stroke. I shook my head earning a hard thrust, sinking my teeth into his shoulder, I rotated my hips around his swollen member. His groan of appreciation vibrating against my throat, the effect like electricity shooting through my system -awakening every cell in my body.

Throwing my head back I felt the white heat of my release creeping around me like a silky blanket, enveloping me in it's intensity and when Wes kissed down between my breasts I felt the last thread that held the dam that was my breaking point snap. Like jolts of electricity, pleasure flooded my veins like a drug. Clutching his head between my breasts I allowed the searing heat to wash over me, drowning me in the power of my orgasm. My walls tightened around him, milking him as I quaked from the inside out with the sensation erupting through my core.

His name tore from my lips despite my attempt to muffle my screams, he growled pummeling into me like an animal desperate to reach his destination of ecstasy. "You're so fúcking tight..." I heard him groan before his body tensed and he jerked forward finally finding his release. He rotated his hips prolonging the wave of intense pleasure still racking my body.

After what felt like an eternity I stilled drained, and tired from the intensity of the single orgasm that seemed to only get better each time. My chest rose and fell with my pants, unable to catch my breath, I laid my cheek against his shoulder, my lids drooping down to half mast. Wes lifted his face from my breasts "I'm going to toss the condom out." he warned

Nodding I untangled my limbs from around him as he set me gently on the ground, on my own two feet I felt my legs quake, unable to recover from what just happened. His hands fell from my backside, slowly he pulled out of me and I winced, my channel still sensitive. Pulling away he started for the kitchen leaving me teetering slightly on my feet, walking towards the couch I gripped the back hoping to regain my balance and comprehend what just happened. We were arguing then I reached for him -my brows dipped thinking back to how I kissed him and started this insane, heated thing. Shaking my head I went over our conversation recalling his explanation about Delia and I couldn't stop sigh of relief passing my lips. I didn't realize just how relieved I truly would be knowing they weren't what I originally thought, running a shaky hand through my hair I felt the relief fading as I recalled what I called him.

A hand on my bare hip startled me "Don't tell me you're having regrets." he asked his hot breath fanning my neck. I shook my head both, answering him and clearing my head.

"Then why do you have that look on your face?" he asked brushing my hair over my shoulder, leaving my neck exposed for him to devour.

Biting my bottom lip I debated whether I should apologize for what I said earlier, pondering on the thought I realized I had no choice. I wrongly accused him of cheating and worse of all I called him Greg. "I'm sorry for earlier, I shouldn't have called you.."

The words died on my lips as the betrayal from so long ago settled in my chest. I never cared for Greg but dealing with his constant cheating and insults about my skill between the sheets took a toll on my lack of trust in men. I wish I could say that the four month relationship didn't taint my view on relationships -I can't deny that despite not being attracted to him I still felt like he betrayed me by sleeping with other women and not bothering to hide the evidence. Fisting my hands at my sides I swallowed the lump in my throat recalling how humiliating it was to hear others gossiping about Greg's cheating, I stood by and let him disrespect me and for what? For my father to glance my way for once. I'm ashamed of myself for stooping so low for attention and since than I've vowed to never place myself in that sort of position.

"You never mentioned you and Greg dated." Wes said in a surprisingly calm voice

Dropping my head in shame I knew I should answer him, Wes deserved to know what sort of situation I've dragged him into. It's like an episode of Jerry Springer, I thought humorlessly. "We dated for a few months before he fùcked my sister and they've been together since." I answered hearing the venom in my tone

"And he's cheated on you before."

It wasn't so much a question but rather a statement. Swallowing my pride down I gave a curt nod, although I'm surprised I even answered. "Greg is a skirt chaser and I just wasn't enough for him." I added softly

His fingers glided over my shoulder and down my arms, his touch so soft it was like he was caressing me. Resisting the urge to shiver I waited for his next question or even a comment but as the seconds ticked by the silence grew thick. A ball of nerves settled in the pit of my belly as I wondered what was going through his mind tight now. Rather than speak those words out loud I waited for him to speak as his hands glided up and down my arms, causing goosebumps to erupt all over my body.

His hands stilled at my hands, his long fingers brushing my palm before he finally asked, "Do you still have feelings for him?"

Glancing over my shoulder I didn't believe the question he asked but one look at the serious expression on his face told me he indeed asked what I heard. "No, and I never did."

His brows lowered "Than why were you together and why didn't you tell me earlier you dated?"

Turning from the waist I shrugged unsure how to answer him without coming off as a desperate woman. But than again I did yank his pants off earlier, I thought.

Stepping away from his touch I rubbed my arms willing the tingled shooting down my arms to cease, "My father wanted us together and I didn't want to disappoint him, and I never told you because I thought you'd read about it anyway." I admitted keeping my gaze on his.

His grey eyes hardened "I don't read that trash." he informed me sternly, he reached a hand out and pulled me back to him. His front pressing wantonly to my back, "I want to learn about your past from you, not a tabloid magazine."

"So you've never read any of the rumors about me?" I asked, my brows shooting up in shock.

He shook his head "No, but I have read a title claiming you're in love with me." he teased

I chuckled recalling the headlines above the photos of us at Stacy's engagement, his arms circled my waist pressing my bare bottom to his swollen member. It was than I realized we were both in our birthday suits, in the middle of my living room. But before I could protest Wes nuzzled my neck wiping any thoughts from my head "So you don't care for him at all?"

It took me a moment to figure out he meant Greg, who was the furthest thing from my mind "No." I snapped eager to get the point across and it was true. The only feelings I harbored for Greg was hatred for embarrassing me with his cheating and scolding me for my lack of skills in bed.

"Hmmm.." he hummed against my ear "Tell me who kisses better?" he asked his voice no longer teasing

He's jealous? I laughed at the thought of an emotion being wasted on a clumsy, selfish, lover like Greg. He could barely stay aroused let alone last longer than ten seconds, I snorted remembering his sloppy version of sex. Wes growled, irritated by my reaction to his question but if only he knew that Greg couldn't hold a candle to his skill -not even close. Wes's touch was like a spark, it brought my senses to life and awakened something inside of me that I long forgot existed -he made me feel like a woman again.

"You, no doubt." I finally answered when my laughter simmered down to small hiccups

"What was so funny?" he asked, although his grip on my hips loosened indicating his relief. Twisting on my heels I faced him with an ear to ear smile that only grew when I noticed the worry in his cloudy orbs.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I leaned up on the tips of my toes noticing without my heels Wes towered over me by at least a half a foot. I pecked his lips but not breaking the contact as I spoke, "The fact that you think Greg could compare to you."

"You're saying I'm better?" he asked his eyes glowing happily

I nodded feeling his member twitch upwards, the pink head nudging my belly "I don't want to talk about him anymore." I admitted.

Wes opened his mouth to speak when a phone ringing interrupted him, he stepped away searching for the source. I spotted my phone on the coffee table as Wes made his way over to where his jeans were thrown carelessly aside minutes ago.

"Hello."

I watched his brows narrow as whoever it was spoke rapidly to him in what I presumed was Italian, he ran a hand over his face responding in short, clipped words for a few minutes before hanging up. Releasing an exasperated sigh he grabbed his discarded boxers and slipped them on quickly.

Unwilling to speak out my disappointment that he was leaving I stood by silently as he searched the living room for his polo shirt, finally discovering it between the pillows on the couch. He yanked the shirt over his head and meet my gaze, I couldn't help but feel disappointed that he was leaving so soon. As if reading my thoughts he cupped my cheek and kissed my lips briefly "That was my sister, there's a problem at home and she needs my help."

I nodded, feeling like a child who had to have her parents explain why they were leaving for work. "I understand." I said in a gentle voice that sounded like a whisper. His eyes bore into mine for a moment and then he kissed my lips again, this time with more force as if showing me he didn't want to leave either.

"This will take a while to settle so I'll see you later." he informed me as he pulled me towards the door as if he were taking me with him.

"Okay." Pecking my lips once more he left, shutting the door softly behind him. Turning on my heels I collected my discarded clothes before hopping in for a much needed shower and a few more hours of sleep.

After a quick shower I started toward my bedroom when the phone rang, eagerly I ran to answer secretly hoping it was Wes.

"Khloe darling." a high pitched voice greeted me and I suddenly wished I ignored the call.

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For the hundredth time I wished I would have ignored the phone call and went to sleep, than maybe I would have missed Stacy's invitation to go out to the floral shop. It turns out Stacy rescheduled with the florist but her fiancee was too busy reacquainting with my dear old dad who informed everyone he merely 'arrived at New York this morning'. I didn't mention to Stacy that he stopped by my office on Thursday asking for money, no one knew that I gave him money and that's how my father wanted to keep it. It was better that way, I don't want to add to the scandal surrounding my name and supporting my father's gambling problem would smear my image further. Not that it could get worse than an ice queen who will most like end up alone all her life, there was no getting lower than that.

"What do you think of these?" Stacy asked holding up a bouquet of pink tipped white roses that the florist said they do by hand

"It's nice." I mumbled as I observed a row of lavender plants wondering if I should buy a few to fresh up my apartment.

"Khloeee." she squealed in that high pitched whiny voice that never ceased to aggravate me, even when we were younger. Whipping around to fully faced her I sent her a glare "What?" I bit off

Lowering the bouquet she rolled her eyes and placed her slender, manicured fingers to her temple "I asked you here to help me."

"And I'm helping." I shot back

"No, your staring at those old lady flowers." she hissed pointing at the row behind me "They aren't even pretty Khloe, God you have horrible taste." she added with a flick of her perfect straightened hair

Crossing my arms over my chest I narrowed my eyes, noticing the florist squirming nervously, most likely sensing the upcoming quarrel. "You just don't like them because they aren't pink or worth hundreds of dollars. That aren't yours to spend!" I ground out angrily

"You are so immature." she huffed

Suppressing the urge to roll my eyes I dropped my arms from my chest, there was no point in arguing with her. Running a hand through my hair I motioned for her to lift the flowers up.

"It's nice but I think it needs a bit more glitz....like glittered roses."

"We can glitter some plain white roses with silver, they'd go beautifully with the pink." the florist piped in

Nodding I asked to see a sample, happily the woman ran to the back leaving the large collection of flowers on display for us while she completed the sample bouquet. Stacy whipped out her phone ignoring my presences as if we hadn't came together or that we weren't siblings.

"I need to call Greg." she informed me with a small smile, her vibrant green eyes meeting mine "He was so upset when he couldn't join us."

"I bet he was." I mumbled with a roll of my eyes

"Daddy had some business with him, you know how much daddy adores Greg." she pointed out with a sly look and a gleam in her eyes, rubbing our dad's approval of their relationship. "I should call him now and see how they're doing."

Biting the inside of my cheek I held the venomous retort back, reaching out I touched a bouquet of lilies just to turn away from her smug expression. It then accord to me I don't like lilies, they were too simple and pure something I envied and loathed. With a small chuckle Stacy walked away her squeaky voice carrying even as she walked away, cooing to Greg about how much she missed him.

"Such a slut." I growled flinging the lily from my hand

"Well you haven't changed at all Khloe." a voice stated startling me

Whipping around I smiled when my eyes fixed on the owner of the voice recognizing him immediately, how could I forget him?

"What'ca waiting for?" he asked opening his arms for me

"For you to greet me Aaron." I shot back playfully at my old and only best friend in high school. We both laughed and started toward the other, his long lanky arms wrapping around me tightly in his bear hugs. Compared to his six foot ten height I was a midget even in four inch heels my head only reached his lower chest.

"I missed you K." he said squeezing me one last time before letting go

Brushing the stray hair from my eyes I glanced up at him unable to wipe the smile off my face. Arron looked the same as he did in high school, his shaggy blonde hair was brushed over one side of his face in the way he loved it. His large soft brown eyes stood out against his tanned skin, his cheeks still hallow from his vegan diet, and his long -but fake- nose adding to the sculpted beauty of his features. Being the fashion lover that he is Aaron was dressed in a sleek baby blue dress shirt tucked into a pair of one slacks only making him look taller than he actually was.

"You look amazing." he gasped twirling me around to get a better look

Laughing softly I pressed my hands on his forearms halting his hands from touching my hair, he's always loved my hair when his was a lighter tone. "What are you doing here?" I asked

"Buying my mother flowers." he rolled his eyes "She claims I don't show her any affection."

"I meant in New York."

After high school Aaron moved to California to live his dream of writing, as far as I know he has had a hand in writing for a hit tv show and even co-writing a few movies. He's definitely come a long way from writing random dialogues on table napkins.

His eyes softened "For your sister's wedding."

Snapping my eyes from his sympathetic gaze I felt ashamed that my best friend -who I haven't talked to in years- came back to attend my sister's wedding, rubbing my temple I wanted to walk away and forget ever seeing him. Especially since the last time saw Aaron it was when his cousin, my first ever everything dumped me. It was humiliating to have him witness his cousin tell me I was just another blood stain on his Egyptian cotton sheets. That moment played a huge role in why I ignored Aaron after high school, it was too embarrassing to see that look of pity in his eyes.

"How are you baby?"

"I'm fine." I answered knowing what he meant, peeking over my shoulder I was glad to see Stacy busy on her phone not realizing Aaron was here.

"You were invited to the wedding?" I asked, turning back to face him

He nodded, shaking his blonde hair back like a teenager "Yeah, your dad actually called us himself but I think it's because he wants to talk business."

"Us?"

Aaron froze, his brown eyes dropping to my shocked expression. I felt my heart hammering in my chest like a bass drum, mercilessly pounding against my ribs threatening to crush my ribcages.

"He's going to be there too."

My voice was barely above a whisper but I knew he heard me by the way he avoided my gaze. Running a trembling hand through my hair I felt like the walls in the shop were closing in on me, stealing the oxygen from the room. This couldn't be happening, he couldn't be coming here.

"I thought Stacy told you he was coming, I'm so sorry baby if I knew you still-"

I held up a hand stopping him from rambling on like he did when he was nervous and I didn't need him freaking me out more. He's coming. Aaron's cousin and my first brush with heartache is returning to the city and attending Stacy's wedding, where my other ex will be marrying her.....oh god I can't breathe!

Clutching my burning chest I ignored the stares of the other shoppers as reality slammed into me like a brick wall, I can't face him again. I just can't.

"Where is he?" I asked my voice raspy

Aaron rubbed my back, watching me with concern "Back in California but he should be arriving in a week or so."

I nodded refusing to relax just yet, he's still coming and Stacy didn't bother mentioning the small detail today. Clenching my fists I felt the urge to storm over to her from behind and yank her red dyed hair out of her head, inflict some sort of pain on the selfish bitch! How could she invite the man who stepped on my heart and exploited our relationship to magazines. Painting me as the frigid woman most people see me as now, I trusted the bastard and he stabbed me in the back!

"Honey you're panting." Aaron pointed out

Forcing a calming breath into my lungs I felt the sting of tears in the back of my eyes, threatening to break me in public. "I can't see him A, I'm not ready to..." I trailed off unable to think of meeting him at the wedding in front of people who would love to see me -the ice queen- run for cover from a mere man.

Placing a comforting hand on my shoulder he gave an understanding nod "If you want I can try convincing him to stay in Cali." he offered, squeezing my shoulder through the fabric of my blouse

Eagerly I agreed "Please do."

"Come here baby." he cooed and pulled me into a friendly hug meant to comfort me but I couldn't bring myself to enjoy the hug. Not when I knew what sort of danger lurked a week away.

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