Could I really make a home with her? Would she want to put up with me and my ways forever?
Doubt overwhelmed me and I questioned whether truly she’d want to stick with me and all my menacing personality traits. I sat on the edge of the bed, at her prompting and she undressed me, then helped me get underneath the covers. She pulled her robe off, and laid next to me, naked in our bed.
Asia pulled my arm out, and laid her head on my shoulder then pulled my arm to wrap around her. It was the way we’d slept together since the very first night. “I never want us to go to bed angry, okay?”
“Okay, baby.” I turned my head, and she kissed me, sweetly. “Goodnight, my love.”
“Goodnight, Jett. I love you. Now, have some sweet dreams.”
With a sigh, I closed my eyes and let myself fall away from it all and sank into a deep sleep.
Asia
It was the night before his friends wedding. Jett and I had gotten along great the whole week. We did normal things as we hung out together; life was easy. That night, when we went to bed, things got odd.
“We have to be ready to go by noon. The driver will be here, and he’ll take us to New York. This time around, I want you to be quiet as a church mouse. I don’t want anyone getting too close to you. I don’t want Greg and Sandra to think we’ll be going and doing a bunch of things together as married couples. Got it?” He pulled off his shorts and climbed into bed.
“Okay, get to know no one. I understand, completely. We don’t wanna have a rerun of what happened with your family, Jett. I promise.” I pulled off my clothes and climbed into bed too.
We usually made love before we went to sleep, but Jett turned over and turned out his lamp. I was lying on my back, staring at the ceiling. Why the sudden onset of worry? Why was he shutting me out? Jett was a complex man. His parents didn’t seem to notice it, but I did. He was immature in a lot of ways. I guess not ever being serious with a woman had him bouncing back and forth along the relationship spectrum.
One day, he’d be all about us. The next, it was how he was going to do this, and he was going to do that. I’d never had a relationship to compare it to, but I knew he was yo-yoing about making things real with me. Even though I made sure not to say a word about wanting anything past August 31st. That night I slept terribly, and the next morning Jett rushed me, making me anxious and nervous. He was so cold toward me. The entire ride there, he was on his cell. Doing what, I didn’t know. All I knew was he was preoccupying himself. Trying to avoid me in every possible way.
Then we arrived at the chapel. There was a man in a blue suit who met us at the door. “Jett Simmons, you old dog.” He grabbed Jett’s hand and shook it. “Long time, no see.”
“Jason, this is my wife, Asia.” Jett looked at me as I shook his old friend’s hand. “We hung out together in college.” He turned his attention back to Jason. “How’s Greg? A mess I bet.”
“Nah, he’s cool.” Jason smiled at me. “Sandra’s a great girl, he knows that and has been ready to change her last name for a while now. She made him wait a whole year. Not like what I hear about you two.” He gently punched Jett in the arm. “You two met and married in no time, is the word on the street. You’ll have to give me the rundown at the reception.”
“How’d you hear about us?” Jett asked as he looked curiously at his friend.
“The Greenberg’s are here. Sebastien and Madison. Madison was Sandra’s college roommate, and she’s her maid of honor.” Jason winked at me. “Sebastien told me you were gorgeous. How right he was. But we all knew Jett wouldn’t settle for just any old girl.”
Jett gave me a sideways glance. “Sebastien said that, did he. Seems you made quite an impression on the kid, baby. We should go find a place to sit. See you, Jason.”
Jett moved his arm down my back and took my hand. “Was I quiet enough or too quiet?”
“You did fine. Funny that neither of them mentioned they were attending a wedding, isn’t it?” We walked into the church, and Jett looked around the already crowded church. Also, looking around was Sebastien. He waved at us and pointed to the empty space next to him. “Well, would you look at that. Seems your boyfriend saved you a seat. How sweet of him.”
“You sound jealous, Jett.” I followed behind him as he looked as if he was heading right to the man who was provoking said jealousy.
Jett stopped two rows behind Sebastien who was all smiles as he looked at me. He tugged me along behind him past a group of older women, and we sat at the far end of the row. Sebastien turned around with a frown on his face. “Little shit,” Jett growled. “No dancing at the reception unless it’s with me.”
“Ten-four.” I looked down and smoothed out my pink dress. Jett wore a black suit and looked extraordinarily hot. I wrapped my arm around his. “I love weddings.”
“Humph!” That was all I got out of him.
Music began, and three little girls came down the aisle, tossing daisies along the way. “Aren’t they precious?”
Jett didn’t make a sound in response. He wasn’t even looking, I found out when I turned to see what he was doing. Jett was looking at the windows. They were stained glass and gorgeous, but I didn’t think they were so spectacular that he’d look at them, instead of at what was going on.
His body was tense, and he’d become very uncomfortable. I reached out and took his hand and found it clammy. Leaning in, I whispered, “Are you feeling well?”
He turned to look at me with a grim face then whispered back, “I’m kind of sick to my stomach. I’ve never felt more pathetic in my entire life, thanks to this sham of a marriage.”
There was nothing I could say to him that would make him feel better at that moment. The only words running through my head were, ‘maybe you should’ve thought things through before you went to so far as to purchase a sub to make her your fake wife.’ But that would’ve only made him feel worse.
The music changed, and I focused on the wedding, instead of the brooding man who sat next to me. The bridesmaids and groomsmen filed down the aisle. The pretty girls wore yellow chiffon, and the men all wore black tuxedos. Madison came down the aisle last and alone. She was dressed in a different dress. Hers was off-white and much nicer than the rest of the girls.
Her eyes roamed, and she gave a nod our way, though her eyes looked past me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jett had turned his attention back to the wedding, and he gave Madison a nod back. I bit my lower lip and tried to keep my mouth shut. I don’t know exactly what it was about the two of them that made me see red. But I hated how she was clearly after Jett. Even though she thought he was a married man.
The woman was a homewrecker, waiting to happen. Maybe a nice dose of laxative in her drink at the reception would be in order for the tramp. I made a mental note to ask our driver to stop off at a drug store. I’d say I needed some aspirin for a headache and get that instead. At the very least, it’d keep the bitch out of my hair for the night. The music changed once more, the bridal march came on, and we all stood for the entrance of the bride. Covered in white with a veil that hid her face, Sandra, a woman I’d never met, walked slowly down the aisle.
Strong hands ran around my waist as Jett pulled me back against his chest. His lips touched my ear. “You deserve something like this, baby.”
I ran my hand up to caress his cheek and sighed. There he was, back to the romantic man he was most of the time with me. His lips pressed against the top of my head, sending sparks all through me.
When she made it to her groom, we all sat back down. Jett took my hand and held it tightly. We watched the couple take their vows then Jett looked at me as the couple kissed. I smiled then mouthed, ‘I love you.’
He leaned in and gave me a kiss. “I love you, too.” Maybe the night at the reception wouldn’t be as bad as I thought it was going to be with him in a foul mood. Maybe the wedding was putting good ideas into Jett’s head.
With the bride and groom running down the aisle, we all stood up and cla
pped. Jett held me tight and kissed the side of my neck. “I want you, Asia. In the car.”
Turning my head, I wasn’t sure what he meant. I didn’t say a word, though. My body heated as I thought about he and I in the back of the limo, getting a bit beastly. We moved with the crowd out of the church. The newly wedded couple had already gotten into a car and were heading to the hotel where the reception would soon be held. Jett and I headed to the limo as the driver waited at the back door. I got in, followed by Jett. He pushed the button that raised the dark privacy window that separated us from the driver. I shivered with desire.
The seat was long and ran along the back of the limo. The floor was open. “On your knees,” he ordered me before we’d even begun to take off.
With delight, I did as he’d said, getting on my knees as he pushed my dress up and slid my panties down. I was already wet for him with the idea. The windows were darkly tinted and I knew no one could see in, but I could see people as they walked around the car. My heart was pounding as he moved in behind me, thrusting his hard cock into me. He grunted with each hard thrust. I balled my fists up and moved back to meet each thrust. It felt dirty and I loved it!
My attention was taken as Madison and Sebastien came right toward the car. I held my breath as I watched them approach it. “Jett, are they coming with us? Or what?”
He looked up to find Madison reaching for the door handle, and quickly locked the doors. “What the fuck is she thinking?”
She knocked on the window. “Jett, are you in there?”
“What the hell does she want?” I asked as anger filled me.
“Fuck if I know. Shit!” He pulled out of me as I scrambled to pull my panties up. Huffing and puffing, I sat on the seat and made sure my dress was smoothed out.
Jett rolled the window down only a bit. “Can I help you, Madison?”
“Sebastien and I need a ride. Seems we missed ours. Do you mind, terribly if we go to the reception with you two?”
He cut his eyes at me, and I saw raw anger in them. Then he unlocked the door and took my hand, pulling me to the seat across from the one we were seated on.
They got in, both smiling away. “Thanks, man.” Sebastien nodded at Jett then looked at me. “Well, don’t you look as pretty as a picture. Save a dance for me, Asia.”
My stomach knotted as Jett squeezed my hand. “Oh, she will. Madison, you save one for me too.”
“For sure!” She nearly bounced off the fucking seat with joy.
I reached behind me to knock on the window, and our driver put it down. “Yes?”
“Can we make a quick stop at a drug store on the way, please. I have an awful headache, and need to run in to buy something to get rid of it?”
“Sure thing, Mrs. Simmons.” He rolled the window back up, and I smiled like nothing was bothering me at all.
There was something bothering me. But soon she’d be stuck in the bathroom. Her big-ass dress, making things even harder for her.
Poor Madison Greenberg was about to find out what happens when you keep stepping on my toes!
Part Three
Jett
The reception wasn’t the place I wanted to be. Something about that wedding was working on me like a burr under a saddle. Guilt, remorse, anger, and even a tad bit of self-loathing was inside of me, creating a shit-storm.
Asia looked like a doll in a dark blue dress and matching heels. The neckline was scooped on the knee length dress that was reminiscent of the style women wore in the fifties. She wore a strand of pearls that hung around her beautiful neck, almost like a choker. Her dark, silky hair was curled loosely. Everyone noticed her, even though she was going for a demure look. That woman had no idea of how beautiful she truly was. The beauty went all the way through her. She wore a sweet smile as she went to get us some of the wedding cake that was cut after the meal of roasted chicken.
I watched Asia as she went behind the elaborate wedding cake to pick up pieces that had already been sliced. She emerged from the other side with three plates. Cocking my head to one side, I wondered why she had three pieces of cake. Then I watched her make her way to the table where the newly married couple and their wedding party were seated. Amazingly enough, she went to Madison and gave her one of the pieces. The two exchanged smiles and I could see Madison was thanking her. Then Asia came to me. We’d been seated at a table with six people I didn’t know.
That’s one of the reasons I hated to go alone to weddings. Whoever was in charge of the seating arrangements always seemed to love to make people who didn’t know one another sit together. It was a vain attempt at widening one’s circle of friends, I supposed. Whatever the reason, I hated it. I hated making small talk and when you’re sitting with a bunch of strangers it’s impossible to do anything else. Asia took her seat next to me and stabbed my piece of cake with the little plastic fork it was served with. She held the bite to my lips and I took it as I looked at her. Then I took her fork and did the same to her. Seemed we were going to feed each other.
“Pretty good.” She picked up the fresh glass of Champagne that had been served to us all after she left the table to go after the cake.
“I noticed you took a piece to Madison.” I gave her another bite. “Are you thinking of trying to become her friend or something?”
“Oh, I don’t know about that.” She fed me another piece of the dry chocolate cake. That was another thing about weddings that I hated. The cake’s always dry.
Did they make the things a month in advance or what?
“No more for me, thanks.” I pushed my plate away and picked up my glass.
Asia grinned and leaned in to whisper, “It’s pretty terrible.”
“Dry as the Sahara.”
She pushed her plate away too and smiled at me. “The band will start playing soon. They’re getting on stage now. You really don’t expect me to dance with Sebastien and you with Madison, do you?”
“I was feeling touchy in the car. I don’t know what made me say that. I’m feeling touchy now too. I’m not sure why that is, but that’s how I’m feeling.” I leaned back in my chair and draped my arm around the back of hers.
She leaned back and looked at me. “Would you like to leave? Our room is just upstairs.”
We’d gotten a room in the hotel to stay in for the night, instead of going back home. And I did want to leave, but I knew that would be rude. “We have to stay, Asia.”
She nodded and looked around the large room that was decorated in golden hues. “Everything is so pretty. I wonder how long it took to plan this whole thing out.”
“A year,” came a woman’s reply.
Asia looked at the woman who was seated at our table. “Goodness, that’s a long time.”
The older woman with blue tint to her black hair nodded. “It is. But that’s about the timeframe most weddings take to plan. Did you two not have a traditional wedding?”
“We got married in Vegas.” Asia put her hand on my leg as she told the lie. “We just couldn’t wait. Isn’t that right, honey?”
“Yeah.” I wasn’t in a chatty mood.
The fact was, the lie was beginning to get stuck in my craw, whatever a craw is. It felt like it might be somewhere between my heart and my soul. Asia seemed to be just fine with it, though. She kept on chatting away with the woman she didn’t know and shouldn’t have been wasting her time on, “We met in a nightclub in Los Angeles.”
“You did?” The woman rested her chin on her entwined fingers. “I met my husband on a cruise to Alaska. He and I met at one of the buffets and ended up sitting together. We just kept meeting up the whole week and then started dating once the cruise was over. I lived in the Midwest and he lived on the east coast. It was a long dating period. Two whole years. Then I moved to be with him and he asked me to marry him after we’d lived together for a year. It took a year to plan our wedding. It was so beautiful. Do you ever regret the fact you missed out on that?”
Asia shook her head. “Not one bit.” She patt
ed my leg. “I love how fast everything happened for us. It was like it was meant to be and there was no stopping the train that was our love as it sped down the tracks.” I rolled my eyes as someone on stage began to talk. It silenced the chatting that was annoying me. The lie felt like it was getting bigger, growing into a beast that would eventually kill us both.
The first song was played and the bride and groom danced as we all watched. Then the next song came on and others joined them on the dance floor. My eyes caught Sebastien as he walked up behind Asia. “May I have this dance?”
Asia looked at me for the answer. For reasons, I can’t explain, it pissed me off. Why didn’t she just tell him no, on her own? Why was she looking at me as if asking if she could dance with the little shit? And why did I growl, “Go dance with the man, Asia.”
Her brow furrowed. “Are you sure?”
Sebastien ran his hand over her shoulder, down her arm and took her hand in his. The hand that had my rings on it. The hand that belonged to me. “He’ll be fine. Madison is on her way to take him to dance, as well.”
I looked up to find Madison walking toward me and then looked at Asia. “Yeah, just go, Asia.” My jaw was clenched. My body tense. Asia could make up her own mind about things. Yet, she was acting as if she needed me to tell her not to dance with the little prick. And as hard as I was looking at her to get her to understand that, she wasn’t getting it.
She got up and went with him and I was left, sitting alone. Madison came up to me with a smile curving her thin red lips. “Fancy a twirl on the dance floor, Jett?”
I got up, grabbed her by the hand and headed towards everyone else. Moving in right behind Asia and Sebastien, I overheard him as he leaned in close and whispered, “My God, you look gorgeous tonight.”
“Thank you,” came Asia’s reply.
“I’m going to be a bother to your husband tonight. Stealing you away is all I can think about.” His words hit me like a brick.
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