by Ava Danielle
“Do you know Britney Spears?”
“What kind of stupid question is that?”
“Do you?”
“Of course I do.”
“I wonder if she had someone that could’ve stopped her,” he quips.
“Are you comparing me to Britney Spears?”
“Fuck no, you’re way prettier,” he laughs.
“I can’t believe you.”
“Well you should, by the way I’m finished.”
I look myself over in the mirror and run my hands through my hair, examining every piece. I can’t believe how good he is at this.
“You look amazing baby.” He whispers as he kisses my neck.
“You don’t hate it?”
“How could I? I’m the one that cut it.” He squeezes me tight.
“I like it too,” I whisper.
It actually does look good. I can’t imagine if I had cut it all off.
“I would’ve been ugly,” I voice.
“When?”
“If you hadn’t come in,” I look down.
“Babe, you wouldn’t have been ugly. You’re not ugly, we would’ve just had to buy you a wig.” He sticks his tongue out. “By the way, don’t ever do that again. I can’t rescue you all the time,” he leaves the room smiling.
Every stupid idea that I have, every stupid thing I plan to do or have done, he’s been there either helping me out or convincing me not to do it. He’s my personal superhero. I’m pretty sure I would be lost without him, especially the past couple years.
“I booked us a flight,” I hear his faint voice as I apply makeup and get ready for the day.
We were here one night. One night in such a beautiful country and didn’t even have a chance to really explore. Ryan really does ruin everything for me, even now that he’s supposedly dead. I still don’t quite believe it. This could be a tactic. This could be a joke and I’m falling for it. We’re falling for it. But I’m staying hopeful and realistic. Am I such a horrible person that I hope he is really dead?
“I ordered room service, is that okay?” Daniel asks as he stands in the doorframe and watches me get dressed.
“That’s fine, I’m getting a little hungry,” I respond as I button up my blouse.
“So am I, but not for food,” he says as he wraps his arms around my hips and kisses me.
“What are you hungry for?” I ask knowing the answer.
He starts to unbutton my blouse again, placing tender kisses on my chest and breasts. Pulling my bra apart to get to my nipples, he starts to kiss and suck on them. It’s the best feeling in the world. He’s distracting me from all thoughts. He’s gentle and caring, instantly making me dripping wet. I want him. I always want him. But as soon as I feel his lips against my body, in true Daniel and Sophia fashion, the door interrupts us. All the times we could’ve had sex anywhere, we’ve been interrupted, but I guess if we weren’t interrupted, we’d be fucking like rabbits.
“Of course,” he moans and leaves me to button myself back up feeling like a woman that just got blue balls.
“I’ll be right out,” I say and close and lock the door behind him.
“From here on out, you will cherish this man, you will love him forever and be grateful every day to love him and honor him, you will be nothing but positive, get through all the hardships, and move forward,” I look into the mirror articulating every word. If I don’t remind myself of this, I’ll never make it out of this hole. I used to be little miss sunshine, but the past few years have been such a struggle. I need to figure out a way to get back to being my bubbly self. And that starts now.
I leave the bathroom and see Daniel sitting on the couch eating some of the fruit from the fruit platter.
“There you are. I thought you’d never make it out of that bathroom,” he takes a bite from a strawberry.
“Don’t eat it all,” I sit down next to him and take the strawberry out of his hand and suck on it, “mmm, so good,” I moan.
“I love this side of you, maybe I should suck on your nipples more often,” he chuckles.
“Maybe you should, but maybe next time we could ignore the world; such as doorbells, knocks at the door, and phone calls.” I take another strawberry.
“Deal.” he smiles as he takes the strawberry I was about to eat and puts it in his mouth.
“Jerk,” I laugh.
“You started it,” he kisses me and we completely ignore the food as we make out on the couch.
Las Vegas is crazy. I’ve heard rumors and stories, of course. I know this city’s reputation, but I’m stunned by the craziness here. There are so many things to see, that I don’t even know where to look. Despite everything, I’m pretty happy to be here. It’s been a rocky few days, but my little speech into the mirror has my emotions flipped from anger and hate, to settle and getting by. I’m not going to get overly excited just yet.
“You never told me your apartment is so extravagant,” I drop my purse on the floor by the front door and walk into his place.
“It’s not,” he puts the key on the kitchen counter.
“Are you kidding me? I can see the Rio hotel from here; from floor to ceiling. There’s so much light here. I had you living in a dump while you’ve been holding this place empty.”
“It wasn’t a dump,” he tries to assure me, but truth is, this place is exquisite.
“Your shower, holy hell, it’ll hold the two of us,” I say in amazement.
“And we will test that.” He smiles at me with such a smug smile.
“Like you hadn’t with anyone else,” I snort.
“Nope, and I haven’t tried the Jacuzzi, either. So, that’ll be something to do in the next few days.” He winks at me as he rolls my suitcase into the bedroom.
I stand in the living room, the brown sofa next to me as I look out the window and watch all the hustle and bustle of the city! There’s so much to see, seriously, I don’t know where to look. Suddenly, I’m not the only one standing by the window.
“You going to be okay?” He asks with a worrisome look.
“Why wouldn’t I be? I’m with you.” I lean into his arms.
“I will always protect you.”
“I know you will, I love you for that.” I kiss his cheek.
“Babe, if you ever feel a breakdown coming, please break on me. Let me be there to lean on. When your heart needs to break, break on me. I’m here for you, no matter what. It can be overwhelming. While you’re fighting this battle, and you’re not sure why or what to do, I want you to come to me. Don’t ever think it’s petty. Don’t ever think you need to be strong about anything. I want you to know that.”
“Make love to me,” I plead as I bite my lips.
“Follow me.” He takes my hand in his and we walk towards his bedroom, but instead, we end up in the bathroom.
“Take your clothes off,” he demands.
“Excuse me?”
“Take your clothes off,” he says again as he turns the knob on the Jacuzzi, “you can’t get in the tub with your clothes on silly.”
“It’s the middle of the day, anyone can see us.” I hesitate because the tub is right under the window and the sunshine is brightening up the room so much. Daniel can see any pimple and scar on my bare body. For some reason, I am, suddenly, self-conscious.
“And? We’re going to take a bath, so take your clothes off,” he demands again as he pulls his shirt over his head.
I watch every movement he makes. I see every muscle stretch and contract as he peels the shirt off his chest. I see his tight abs and his smooth skin reflecting the sunshine. Daniel has my undivided attention. His eyes never leave mine as he unbuttons his jeans and slides them down and off. He’s left standing before me in only his boxers. I bite my lip, hard. I can’t take my eyes of him. I’m fully dressed while my magnificent boyfriend is half naked before me, waiting on me to do something. It’s like time just stood still. He’s beyond sexy. He’s supermodel sexy and I’m not sure if I deserve him.
“I’m n
ot getting in until you’re undressed.” He raises his eyebrows as he startles me.
I look down at my clothes, my sandals, jeans, and Star Wars T-shirt, and debate on my next move. I slowly slip off my sandals, while unbuttoning my jeans. He watches me intently and licks his lips. I pull the zipper down and slide my hand into my panties. Daniel’s eyes widen, and he walks towards me and jerks my jeans down. My jeans are still wrapped around my knees when he pulls my T-shirt over my head, forcing my hand out of my panties. I stand before him in my nondescript white bra and panties with my pants around my knees.
“Take your clothes off and get the fuck in the tub before you drive me crazy.” he whispers in a demanding tone.
I smile, “Yes sir.”
“Fuck, you’re sexy,” he says as he watches me pull the rest of my clothes off.
I slowly, seductively, step down into his sunken Jacuzzi. He drops his boxers and almost jumps in behind me. The sun lights up the room, the bubbles are soothing. The calming jasmine and sandalwood aroma wafts into my nose. We slowly sink into the tub, as one. Lying in Daniel’s embrace is relaxing and comforting. I press into his muscular chest with my back and I feel tender kisses on my collarbone as I close my eyes. I relish every moment with him.
“We forgot some relaxing music,” I mention as his fingers slowly caress my body.
“No we didn’t.” I feel his hands move out of the tub and reach for something when suddenly I hear Italian music echo throughout the room.
“What is this?” I’m surprised by his choice of music.
“When I came back, I missed you so much and I thought this music might bring me closer to you. It’s silly, I know.”
“It’s not silly at all. I love it.” I feel a contented smile sneak across my face.
Scrubbing my back with a sponge, I feel his gentle ways. The water runs slowly down my back. I feel each drop. I feel his heartbeat against my back. He’s so close to me it feels as if we’re one. His lips graze across my ear. Slowly, he moves the sponge over my breasts, gives it a good squeeze and the sensation of the water hitting my nipples makes me jump. He continues to squeeze the sponge harder, getting me all wound up. Every drop shoots electricity through my body. I’ve never wanted him so badly, as I do at this moment. As I lean further into Daniel, I feel his erection grow. He wants me just as badly.
“You want to get out?” he whispers into my ear.
“No,” I whisper back, as I wriggle into him making it known how badly I want him.
Daniel slides around me and sits across the tub. Confused, I look at him, but he just smiles. I feel his fingers glide along my legs under the water, they slide across my thighs and I feel a finger slowly slide into my pussy. I feel his finger continue to slide in further and further until I can’t control myself anymore and moan in ecstasy staring deep into his eyes. A smirk appears on his face as he bites his lip watching me moan. His other hand takes mine and they lock tightly together as he continues to titillate me with his finger. I’m so close to coming. I listen as the cars outside the window and people speaking fades away. Deafening silence falls between Daniel and me.
“I… I’m… I’m going to cum,” I stutter, and I notice Daniel smiling and waiting.
“Good,” he mumbles.
After coming not once but twice, I beg for more. I can’t get enough of him. It doesn’t bother me that it’s daylight. The city is busy doing its thing while we’re busy doing ours. I continue to beg for more.
“You ready to get out?” he asks me as he slowly slides his finger from me.
I’m far from ready. I shake my head no, with the most seductive look I can muster. I tell him I want him. I want all of him. And to my surprise, he doesn’t even question it more than with the simple words, “You sure?” Quite honestly, I’ve never been certain of anything. I merely nod as I tilt my head back closing my eyes.
He slides his body on top of mine. His lips press against mine and our tongues dance together. Our bodies slide in the water with the same motions. The water starts to cool but the heat between us is getting stronger. His chest presses against my breasts, his hands are around my neck tightening with every kiss. He’s hot. We’re hot. Suddenly I feel his hard cock press deep into me. He moves slowly, with the motion of the water. Inch-by-inch, he stretches me around his rigid cock. I feel his heartbeat throbbing through me. We’re pressed together, our breath hitches, he’s thrusting into me and my muscles tighten around him. I never want to let this feeling stop. I try to hold him deep inside me. All my emotions deepen. His touch, his lips, his breath, it is all so intense; it makes me come harder than ever before. We make love in the bathtub, in the most adoring and sexy way. We both letting go at the exact same time, leaving nothing behind. I release all my tension with a deep growling whisper, as I feel him erupt deep inside me.
“Fuck, that felt amazing,” Daniel says, moving to kiss my lips.
“Uh huh,” is all I get out as bite his lip catching my breath.
“You cold?”
“Starting to get that way,” I cuddle into him trying to stay warm but he shimmies off me and climbs out of the tub. He snatches his bathrobe from the hook on the door.
“Get out,” He lovingly commands, as he holds the robe open for me as he stands dripping naked.
“What about you?” I say as I let him wrap the robe around me and tighten the string around my waist.
“I’m just going to wrap up in the towel,” he says as he grabs a towel off the rack and wraps it around his hips, water is still streaking down his chest.
“Wait,” I say before he walks out of the bathroom.
“What?” He walks towards me as I walk towards him.
“I love you, Daniel,” I whisper.
“I will always love you, Sophia,” he places a kiss on my forehead before he turns and leaves the bathroom.
The sun is going down and I’m debating on calling my mother. I pace through the apartment while Daniel is out getting groceries. I really enjoy the view of Vegas, all the lights and the commotion of such a busy city. I’m not sure of what to think or how this conversation will go with my mother, but pacing back and forth in the apartment isn’t going to resolve anything. I pick up the phone and dial her number. It rings for what feels like a lifetime.
“Hello,” she answers.
“Hi mother,” I whisper.
“Lori? Why are you so quiet?”
“No mom, it’s me, Sophia,” I say a bit louder.
“Sophia. How are you?” She sounds disappointed.
“Good. Better. I’m in America,” I stutter.
“America? Are you in Seattle? Why don’t you come over, we need to talk.”
“No mom, not in Seattle, I’m in Las Vegas with Daniel,” I mumble.
“Las Vegas? Why in the world are you in Vegas? You need to get home. Something really bad happened.”
“I know mom. Is it true? Is Ryan dead?”
“Yes, and everyone is devastated.”
“Devastated? Who’s devastated?”
“His family my dear, they are all distraught over it. He hung himself, did you know that?”
“Yes.”
“And by the letter he left it’s all your fault.”
“Excuse me? What letter?” I stammer.
“His suicide letter, the one they found next to him. How could you?”
“How could I? How could I what?” I yell.
She’s silent.
“Mother! What did the letter say?”
“Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything.” She mumbles.
“You’ve got to be kidding me. What did the fucking letter say?”
“Don’t take such a tone with me.”
“Don’t beat around the motherfucking bush and tell me what the letter said.”
“It said that he will give you your last wish, the wish for him to die. He will let you have that because that’s what you wanted. He did it for you.”
I laugh. This is the most disturbed and absurd
thing I’ve ever heard.
“I don’t think this is the time to laugh, Sophia.”
“Of course you would think that. He was a sick, sadistic bastard, and he had all of you wrapped around his finger. You’re so full of it, all of you. He tried to rape me. He tried to kill me. He stalked me. I was safe nowhere. All that time in Italy where I thought I was away from him, I wasn’t. He manipulated so many people into helping him. He tried to get me over and over again. He couldn’t have me and he couldn’t handle it. And, you all grieve for someone that tried to hurt me, someone that has hurt me, you’re sad over someone that ruined or attempted to ruin your daughter’s life. There’s someone else besides Lori you gave birth to, but you seem to have forgotten that. If it wasn’t for Daniel, I wouldn’t be here. But what’s that matter, right? Because poor Ryan killed himself and everyone feels sorry for him because he couldn’t have the one thing he so desperately wanted. But I didn’t want him in return. I mean, god forbid I have fucking feelings! God forbid I have a mouth and mind. I said No to the Asshole. All of you can go to hell, I’m fucking done,” I yell through tears.
“Don’t you ever talk to me like that again,” she snarled.
“Is that the only thing you can say?” I hiss back.
“When are you coming home?”
“You’re so funny mother. That is not my home. I don’t have a home thanks to you and Ryan.”
I feel Daniel’s arms around as he whispers in my ear, “I’m your home, and you are home.”
“I have to go mother, nice fucking talking to you!” I hang up the phone.
“What a bitch,” I huff as I throw the phone on the couch.
“What happened?” he puts the groceries up as I tell him everything that was said.
“Wow. That is quite the blow.” Even Daniel is shocked by her allegiance to Ryan.
“I don’t know what to do with that woman, Daniel. She’s gone completely nuts.” I pace the apartment.
“Sit down, let’s eat something,” He says as he whips up a salad.
“I can’t eat. I’d love to fly there right now and give that woman a piece of my mind.”
“What’s that going to do?”
“It’ll make me feel better. I’ll be able to finally let all that go. Ryan is dead. What’s he going to do now? Have his entourage after me and attempt to kill me?”