by Stefania Gil
That day, I was enthralled with this woman.
I remember she thanked me for lending her my hammer and all I could do was smile at her, although what I wanted was to kiss her.
From that moment, with her fleshy lips painted red and her brown hair that fell on her shoulders, she stole my heart.
After she left her ex-husband’s office, the very stupid man explained to me why Jen behaved in that manner. I was about to kick his ass when he told me he had enough love to give to several women. That it was difficult to understand, but in reality, it was like that.
I couldn’t do anything but get out of there politely and talk to my father to tell him I was not going back to that office.
After explaining what happened, my father suspended the work in Carl's office.
He got what he deserved.
In my family, we have only known love and respect. My father loves my mother with devotion and she, feels the same way. Just thinking about looking at another woman, for my father, is an aberration. He has always said my mother is a woman like no other and she completes him, in all aspects.
Of course, when he was excited to tell me his feelings for my mother, I had to stop him because if not, he would end up telling me how sex was with her and in the truth, it was something that did not interest me at all. I was content with the romantic love stories of when and how they met and I was pleased to witness the brightness they still had in their eyes every time they saw each other.
It was some time before I met Jen again.
I knew it would happen sooner or later, something inside me always gave me the signal every time I remembered her.
I didn’t want to look for her. I wanted to leave everything in destiny’s hands.
Until now, I hadn’t been rewarded in love. I had always encountered conflicting women and had a strange habit of eyeing women much younger than me. Maybe it was my mid-life crisis. Of course, these girls were not interested in anything serious with a man of my age until they learned I had money and, overnight, they began to swear an eternal love.
I went from bed to bed, without finding what I wanted. An independent woman, sure of herself. I did not ask for a model. I wanted a real woman.
And that was Jen, no doubt.
So when fate led us to meet again with the remodel of her office bathroom, I told myself that was the golden opportunity.
The one I had been waiting so long for.
I set out to win her over ... what a package I was getting into.
Since I saw her the second time, I understood she had closed herself to love thanks to the deception she had suffered with Carl. And then, when I heard the same thing had happened to her in her first marriage, I felt compassion for her and understood I would have a hard time softening her heart again.
It didn’t seem impossible to me.
Until I began to get fed up with her evasions to meet my daughter and my family.
My daughter is the most important person in my life. As I told Jen once: “First of all, I'm a father.” I wished with all my heart to be. I wanted to have a family like the one I had grown up in. I wanted to give a child, what I had: love.
However, those young women who were only after my checkbook, were not the best candidates to be mothers. The years kept passing, and my inner desire grew stronger. I tried to adopt but, even with having a lot of money, it was not as easy as some people painted it. At least not for me. Maybe because it was not my destiny. My destiny was to have Sienna and I’m thankful every day of my life because my best friend since childhood, Angelina, had the same desire and it did not seem too crazy the day I proposed to have a daughter.
That day, Angie's eyes sparkled with happiness and then, she grimaced in disgust, telling me:
“I can’t imagine sleeping with you. It's like thinking about having sex with the brother I never had.”
“Artificial insemination, Angie,” I replied ironically.
We both are fortunate and we know even today it was the best decision we ever made.
Our families supported us and never judged us for our crazy idea. Sienna was and is a gift for everyone. Those gifts of life make you better humans and motivate you to wake up happy every day.
For that reason, I hated to see Sienna suffer and the day she was disappointed by Jen, was the straw that broke my patience. I didn’t want to know anything else about her. Nothing.
Yes, a fool is what I was because, at that moment, Jen was going through a bad situation with her best friend. Seeing as it happened like the story of the little shepherd boy and the wolf. She had been so evasive the previous times about the subject of having a serious relationship with me, that day, I didn’t believe what she said.
I decided to leave everything to fate. I am a faithful believer when people are destined to be together, they can spend years apart and one day, meet again and be together forever.
Yes, I am a hopeless romantic. What can I say?
Those years without Jen were hell. I struggled every day to get it out of my head, my skin, my nose, my mouth and well ... my sexual instinct also struggled with me.
She had stuck in my heart and there was no way to get her out. Not even having sex with others, because to my surprise, I did not even want to sleep with any other woman. I tried, of course, that is a need that soothes men.
However, when the time came, my erection didn’t. Never.
I gave up on the idea considering it was not very good for my ego, to see how beautiful women tried to excite me without success.
I thought about becoming celibate. I thought it should be the price I paid for staying in love with a foolish woman who didn’t want to be loved by a real man.
That's what my father had taught me: A true man is one who respects and adores the woman next to him.
Yes, my romantic streak was inherited from my father.
I smiled
My father, as if I invoked him with thought, opened the door to the dressing room I was using before getting married.
He smiled when he saw me. His eyes twinkled as he hugged me.
“Be the best man that woman can meet in life. Be the best friend she can have and never, never, stop wanting her like the first time.”
I blushed like an idiot remembering the first time I made Jen mine.
With her red shoes. That day I drooled at the sight of her.
My member revolted with desire at my memories.
Relax, little man, I thought, I’ll let you out, although, not now.
“Are you ready?” Asked my mother, entering the room without warning.
She was nervous, just as much or more than me.
Surely Jen would be extremely nervous. Although I had to admit in recent months, her fears and nerves almost disappeared.
I nodded, smiling sweetly at my mother.
She also hugged me.
“Where is Sienna?”
“With Jen,” my mother answered smiling. “All the girls are in her room. Your sister said some wonderful words during the toast we had privately and Holly, also made us all cry —mama sighed and cradled my face in her hands—. I am happy that at last, you have found the perfect woman for you. Both of you have been blessed.”
A lump rose in my throat.
“Thank you, Mom” I smiled sheepishly. “Come on, I don’t want to make the woman of my dreams wait.”
***
The house’s garden where we decided to have the wedding was huge. As huge as the guest list had been, although both Jen and I wanted something simple.
There would be no ecclesiastical ceremony due to Jen being divorced, however, we celebrated the entire civil marriage as if it were ecclesiastical. I had the rings, she had her white dress and I was in my tuxedo.
Jen had taken care of the decoration, the flower arrangements and everything else. The women of my family helped her at all times and I, I kept as involved as I could seeing as they didn’t leave me much to do. They told me those were women's things and I should take care of ma
king money so they could spend it.
I smiled again.
Actually, I couldn’t erase the smile from my face.
In the garden rows of white chairs were arranged, separated into two groups by a red carpet that reached the table where we were placed. In front of everyone.
The guests were silent, after the wedding organizer indicated the ceremony was beginning. My mother took me by the hand and a small hand, grasp the other.
It was Sienna. She was wearing a replica of Jen's dress.
She was beautiful with a sincere smile on her sweet face.
“Ready, daddy?” She asked and I nodded. “Grandma and I are going to take you to the altar.”
My mother laughed out loud as usual with the things my little girl said.
I winked at both of them and started walking.
When we got to the chairs for the groomsmen, my mother hugged me again.
“I love you and I wish you the best.” Her eyes gleamed with tears.
“I love you too and thank you for making me the man I am.” I kissed her.
Then, I bent down to hug my daughter.
I peppered her with kisses for a few seconds.
“I love you, little mouse.”
“And I love you, Daddy,” she looked mischievously. “You know what?”
“What?”
“I love Jen, too, and I'm happy you are getting married.”
My heart sank.
And yes, tears escaped my eyes.
I hugged my dwarf again.
“You are the best daughter in the world.”
“And you, the best daddy.”
She went to sit next to my mother and I stood up just as Jen, appeared on the arm of Holly's father.
My heart was pounding.
Every inch of my body vibrated just by looking at this woman.
She was more than beautiful.
We gazed into each other’s eyes. She smiled at me, lifting her dress a little so I could see her shoes.
She was wearing the red shoes matching the bouquet in her hands.
Drool pooled in my mouth and my member throbbed.
I told you it's not time, I mentally scolded “little James”.
I gave Jen a lopsided smile arching one of my eyebrows.
When they arrived before me, Paul joined our hands.
“I'm glad this is happening. Take good care of my girl.” He gave me a hug. “Remember, she’s like a daughter to me.”
“I will.”
“Ready?” I said to Jen pulling her toward me by the waist. “I want to take off your dress”, I whispered in her ear low enough for only her to hear. In front of everyone, she grabbed me by the lapel of my suit and planted a kiss on me that almost left me breathless.
“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” The guests said in unison as they applauded and some laughed out loud.
The man who was going to marry us, cleared his throat trying to interrupt us politely.
We separated.
“Let's make this brief so they can continue kissing,” the man said, smiling amused. “James, do you accept Jen as your wife?”
I looked at her, I smiled at her and I kissed her.
“I'll take as a: yes,” said the man, still laughing. “Jen, do you accept James as your husband?”
She looked me, she stepped back slightly and almost with a shout she said:
“Yes I do!”
I stared in her eyes for a few seconds.
She was right.
That would be her last “yes, I do” because I would never let her go.
Stefania Gil
She was born in Caracas, Venezuela. She studied Graphic Design and after many slip ups, she discovered that writing is her true vocation.
She is self-published author of Romance and the subgenre Paranormal Romance.
She has been a collaborator of the digital magazine Guayoyo En Letras in the section to Qué see, read or listen.
She loves to read. Everything with a mystical and paranormal topic gets her attention immediately.
She is infinitely curious to know what is beyond what cannot be seen with the naked eye, and perhaps that is what has led her to take courses in Tarot, Wicca, High Magic and Reiki.
Currently, she lives in Malaga with her husband and daughter. From her study overlooking the sea, she continues to write to please her readers.
Other titles of the author:
A Coffee to the Past – Alcalá Orange Grove I
A Future Next To You – Alcalá Orange Grove II
The Curves of Love - Collins Sisters Trilogy I
The City of Sin - Series Archangelos I
The City that Never Sleeps - Series Archangelos II
The City of Light - Series Archangelos III
The City of the Wind - Series Archangelos IV
The City of Angels - Series Archangelos V
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