Dressed and ready to go, I headed to the lobby where the doorman hailed a cab for me and tipped his hat. “Have a lovely day.”
That would be impossible. But I nodded. “You too.” I got into the cab with my one bag, gave the driver the address to my parent’s home and sat back. It was hard as hell not to cry as we pulled away from The Plaza Hotel. The place that would forever be etched into my brain as the place where my life, as I thought it would be, was ended.
Like all things, everything must end. But why did it have to end like this and leave me with a souvenir that would forever remind me of the man I lost?
Jett
I had no choice but to do what I did.
Things had to be taken care of. There was just no other choice to make.
Sure it was hard. And sure I had to accept the fact that I’d hurt people. But it had to be done. There was just no other way to make things right.
Asia deserved to get to hold her head high. She was a good woman. And she was carrying my baby. I didn’t want the lie to affect her any more than it already had. There was only the one way to fix it all.
Pain was part of that process. It had to be.
When lies get told, pain is always part of the process when you try to fix everything. Humility is learned. And so is the fact that lying comes with a high price.
Thankfully, the lies were over. And Asia would get to have her real life back. Not that make-believe one we were living. That life was over.
I had to say good riddance to that life. I was glad to have it behind me. Who needs all that drama?
At least that’s what I told myself as I drove my car away from our home that morning.
Asia
“Mom, Dad?” I pulled the screen door open and went into the home I’d grown up in.
“Mornin’ baby girl.” Mom came into the living room with an apron on. “Isn’t this a lovely morning? Look at that sun. And can you smell the scent of autumn that’s just around the corner? Oh, I can’t wait for the first cold breeze to blow through our door.”
She was as happy. Telling her would be hard. I didn’t want to spoil her great mood. “You cooking breakfast?” I followed her into the kitchen after I dropped my bag by the door. It was then I realized that she hadn’t asked me where Jett was.
But I wasn’t about to say anything about it. Maybe she thought he’d come later. I didn’t know, and I wasn’t in the mood to spoil her mood.
“I have some wonderful things going on in here. Eggs, pancakes, sausage, bacon. Homemade biscuits are just about to come out of the oven, and the hash browns are nearly done too. If you pour yourself a cup of coffee or juice and take a seat, I’ll have it all ready soon.”
I went for a coffee cup then stopped. My sisters both cut out caffeine when they were pregnant. I should too, I thought. I went for the juice glasses and poured some bright orange juice into one.
The first sip was bitter, and I wrinkled my nose then took a seat. The heaping piles of food had me wondering if company was coming.
Oh, I was not in the mood for company!
Before I could ask Mom about that, Dad came in and grabbed me by the shoulders as he kissed me on top of the head. “Well, look who’s here. How’s my baby girl this morning?”
Depressed. Dumped. Slightly deranged.
I didn’t want to bring him down, either. Whatever the night and morning had done for my parents was great. I wasn’t going to rain on their parade. “I’m doing well, Daddy.”
“Good to hear.” He made his way to Mom, snuggling her from behind then kissing her cheek. “Oh, honey this looks divine, and it smells like Heaven in here.”
Was that it?
Had I died and gone to Heaven?
Nah, I still felt too bad for that to be the case.
The way my parents were acting had me rethinking telling them anything. I might just go back to Harrison and stay at home. I shouldn’t bring them down with my tragic life.
I was the idiot who signed up to sell myself for the summer. A thing they didn’t need to know about. And they sure as hell wouldn’t feel sorry for me about how it all turned out.
I could already hear it. ‘What the hell good did you think would come out of such a thing?’ ‘Are you insane?’
Nah, I’d keep things to myself. Eat their food and put a fake smile on my face. Then go home, see what Jett had taken and left then cry my eyes out.
That was my main plan anyway. It didn’t matter where I stayed. I was just going to be crying anyway. No reason to burden anyone with my self-pity, self-loathing, and self-destruction.
A knock at the door signaled that my parents did indeed invite others to breakfast. “Come on in,” Mom shouted as she took the biscuits out of the oven.
“Oh, my! It smells wonderful in here.” Jett’s parents stepped into the kitchen, and I went limp. His mother patted me on the back. “Good morning, dear. Point me toward the coffee, please.”
Oh, crap!
I pointed at it then felt his father’s hand on my back. “Isn’t this a lovely day, Asia?”
“I guess.”
Now, what was I going to do?
My parents were hobnobbing with Jett’s!
He took the seat next to mine and turned to face me. “Your parents came up with a great idea. Sunday breakfasts at each other’s houses.”
Dad took a seat across from me. “Ours one week, theirs the next. We’ll alternate. The best part is that we’ll all get to spend time with our kids.”
Fantastic!
Our families had already planned shit out. And I was left to ruin their breakfast and probably their lives too when I told them that Jett had left me.
It was getting pretty rough to figure out when to break it to them. Before the meal that my mother had worked so hard on, or after it?
One way, they’d all lose their appetites and Mom’s food would go to waste. The other way, they’d all have stomach aches.
I wanted to cry and got up, excusing myself for a moment. As I walked out of the room, I wondered why no one thought it was odd that Jett wasn’t there too.
No one was saying a damn thing about his absence.
The screen creaked open, making me look up.
The sun shone behind the person, making them nothing more than a shadow. But it was a tall shadow. A muscular shadow. A familiar shadow. “Jett?”
He stepped into my parent’s living room. A bouquet of flowers in one hand and a black box in the other. I was frozen.
What the hell was happening?
He got on one knee, holding out the small box. Behind me I heard the shuffling of chairs and then felt people at my back, looking on.
What the hell was he doing?
Our parents would want to know why the hell he was asking me to marry him when they thought we were already married.
“Asia Samantha Jones.” He paused, and I walked closer to him. “I’ve come clean. I’ve told our parents how we met online at the dating site and I hired you to pretend to be my wife just to avoid the social problems that go along with being a single man. I told them how sorry I was that I made a moral young lady lie for me. I also told them that along the way I fell in love with you. I asked your father if I could have your hand in marriage and he said nothing would make him happier. So what do you say? Would you make me the happiest man in the whole world and become my wife, for real?” He opened the box, and a different engagement ring was inside of it. A bigger and better one than the one that was still on my finger.
I pulled the rings off my finger as my body shook and sobs held fast in my throat. “Jett, nothing would make me happier than becoming your real wife.”
He put the flowers down and took the ring out of the box then slipped it on my finger. “Our lives start now. Our real lives.” The weight of the ring felt better on my finger. Not one bit heavy. It felt like part of me. A part I never wanted to lose.
“Jett, I want to tell you something.”
He stood and pulled me into his arms.
“What would you like to tell me?”
I wanted him to be the first to know. I pulled him to me and whispered, “I’m pregnant.”
His eyes glistened as he took my face in his hands. “You’ve made me happier today than I knew was possible, Asia.” He kissed me, sweetly then looked at our parents as he wrapped me in his strong arms. “More great news. Asia just told me that we’re having a baby!”
Suddenly, we were in the middle of a giant group hug as everyone shouted their congratulations and I cried with relief and happiness.
He’d done it!
He’d made everything right. We wouldn’t have to lie anymore. I felt light as a feather with that weight off me.
Things were going to be okay. We’d get married, have our baby, and hopefully live our lives truthfully forever. I sure as hell was never going to lie about a damn thing again!
Jett rocked me in his arms when our parents backed off. They all went back into the kitchen to give us a moment of privacy. “Asia, I’m sorry that I left you alone. I’m sure you thought it was over.”
Looking up at him, I pounding my fists against his chest. “Jett, you scared the shit out of me! I cried and cried until I fell asleep then I woke up and cried some more. I was devastated. Why didn’t you just tell me what you were going to do?”
“Because you’d have demanded to come with me and take half the blame. I wanted to take all the blame. It was mine to take. And I didn’t know how any of our parents would take that news. If your parents were super pissed, I didn’t want any of their anger taken out on you. That’s why I left, turned off my cell so you couldn’t call me. I knew the sound of your voice would make it hard for me to go through with it. But I bit the bullet and told the truth and righted all the wrongs.”
My heart was swelling with love for the man. He’d been so selfless. I’d never felt more pride in anyone before. I kissed him as I ran my arms around him. “Jett, I love you more than life, itself. I promise I’ll be the best wife I can be. And I’ll be the best mother to your child that I can be. What you did proves to me that you are a man I can rely on and be proud to call my husband.”
His smile was priceless. “I’ll try my best to be what you need in a husband. And I’ll be the best father to our child that I can be. You never have to worry about a thing, I’ve got you, baby. Now let’s go get some breakfast. I’m starving.”
With a chuckle, he put his arm around my shoulders and led me to where our parents sat, waiting for us to join them at the first, every Sunday breakfast. It would be a tradition that would go on and on. As would our long and happy, real marriage.
Jett
I couldn’t wait to make Asia mine. We got on a private jet and headed to Vegas with our parents right there with us. I had her sisters and their families flown in too.
Asia would get the wedding she wanted!
We all spent a week there, preparing the perfect wedding for the love of my life. All the clothes had been bought. The flowers were picked out, and the small church was decorated lavishly. A reception in a private dining area of Asia’s favorite restaurant was scheduled. She was getting her dream wedding. And sharing it all with our families made it that much more special.
The day of the wedding grew hectic, even though the plans had been made extremely well. I suppose that’s just how weddings go. Things have to go wrong, or they’d be no fun!
Spring’s baby spit up on her dress. My father, trying to help, took the baby from her and little Ray spit up on his suit too. Mom thought she was dabbing club soda on the spot on Dad’s suit, but it turned out to be cola, staining it even more.
Asia was puking a lot, slowing things down. All I wanted to do was get the nuptials over so I could take my real wife to our room and make love to her as a real married couple.
Finally, the time came. Asia was ready. The music started, and there stood my gorgeous fiancé at the back of the room. Her white dress billowed out, making her look like the angel I thought her to be.
With slow steps, she came to me. I lifted her veil to find tears glistening in her pretty eyes. “Nice to see you, Miss Jones.”
“Glad you could meet me here today, Mr. Simmons.” She smiled at me, making my knees go weak.
We held hands and faced the pastor who got us to repeat things he said, and in the end, we kissed as man and wife.
The sensations that were running through me, I’d never experienced before. I was someone’s husband. And not too far into the future, I’d be someone’s father. Life was real for me then.
The reception was lovely and went on far too long. All I could think about was getting my wife up to our room.
When I could take it no longer, I swept her away from our families and took her up to our room. She looked at me with wide eyes as I rid her of the billowy dress. “We’re really married, Jett.”
“We are.” I pulled the dress off her shoulders, letting it fall into a heap at her feet. Then held her hand, helping her to step out of the pile of material.
She pushed the jacket of my tux off my shoulders then unbuttoned my shirt. Her hands moved over my chest as she pushed it off me. I grabbed her by the wrists as her hands moved over my heart. “You feel that?”
She nodded. “It’s pounding.”
“Because it’s full of love for you and our baby.” I pulled her hands up and kissed them. “I’m complete now. I didn’t know how great it would feel. It’s indescribably pleasant.”
I turned her around to take her bra off then pulled her back to me, taking her breasts in my hands. She reached back to undo my pants, and they fell to the floor. I stepped out of my shoes, and she stepped out of hers then we made our way to the bed. Quickly, we got rid of the rest of the clothing that was on us and climbed onto the large soft bed.
She lay on her back, gazing up at me as I stroked her cheek. “This time it’s for real. I feel just like I did on our first night together.”
“Me too.” I leaned over and kissed her. Our tongues ran around together, playfully.
My hands roamed over her body as our kiss grew with passion. My cock was pulsing with desire, and I couldn’t wait any longer. Moving my body to cover hers, I pressed my cock into her hot canal. Moans filled the air as we became one.
I had no idea it would feel different. But it did. It was as if we were making love for the very first time. I felt every little thing about her. The way her hips curved as I pressed against them. The way her breasts heaved as my chest squished them.
Watching her face as I made love to her, I saw a glow about her that I’d never seen before. My wife had a glow about her. My wife was in love with me. My wife had made me a very happy man.
I trailed my fingers over her shoulder, down her arm and clasped my hand with hers, pulling it up, holding it down. Then I did the same with the other, pinning her to the bed. “How powerful you make me feel.”
She smiled and arched up to meet my thrusts. “You make me feel that way too.”
I rolled over, sitting her on top of me. “I’m glad you feel that way too. I want to be the man who supports you, takes care of you, nourishes your soul.”
“You are that.” She ran her hands over my abs as she licked her lips.
Riding me at the speed she knew I liked, then she leaned over and kissed me.
We were married, and life was finally going to be just fine. The problems were behind us, and everything ahead looked sunny. A man couldn’t ask for more than that.
Asia
I looked down at the man who was now my very real husband and smiled as I moved my body up and down his girth. There was a difference with how sex with him felt. It was better.
I had no idea it could get any better, but it had.
Steadily, I moved my body to stroke him as we looked into each other’s eyes. It was real, and I was in a state of pure bliss.
Jett smiled and rolled us over, pinning me to the bed as he revved up the pace. I wrapped my legs around him, loving how much deeper he could go into me.
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br /> All the sweetness was moving to the back as the animal lust we had between us took over. He pounded me furiously as I moaned with how insanely good it all felt.
I raked my nails across his back, as he bit my neck. That was all it took to drive me over the edge, and I came like crazy. He held back, not ready to let it end. “Oh, baby. Yeah!”
Panting, I groaned as he kept going, making the orgasm go on and on. It finally ebbed enough that it wasn’t driving me crazy. Jett smiled at me as he moved back. “On your knees.”
I scrambled to get on them, eager to feel him back inside of me. He slammed into me and gave me a hard smack on the ass. Then he pushed my shoulders to the bed and held my waist as he made thrusts so hard, he grunted with each one.
With him going that deep and hard, it took no time to send me into a trail of orgasms that exploded inside me like firecrackers. One after the other hit me until I was quivering and moaning constantly with arousal.
Jett wasn’t about to let it all end anytime soon. I realized that when he pulled out of me, turned me over and lifted me up. He put my legs over his shoulders, and I clung to his hair as he ate me out.
Lifting me up and down, he used his tongue to fuck me. I was screaming with desire. He couldn’t seem to get enough of me. And I was overjoyed for that.
Picking me up higher, he moved his attention to my clit, using his lips to manipulate it as he continued to lift me up and down. I was screaming with another intense orgasm soon, and he put my down on the edge of the bed and rammed his cock into me, leaving it still as I pulsed all around it.
He stood there with his eyes closed as he took it all in. I watched a vein in his neck pulse with each rapid heartbeat then he began to move. Slowly at first, then he went faster, harder, and his eyes opened. “You belong to me, Asia. My cock is the only one that will ever be inside of you.”
“Yes!” I was elated with how brazen he was.
“Only my seed will ever grow inside of you.” He slammed into me hard over and over as I quivered with desire.
“Yes!”
I was his. I couldn’t imagine being with another man. He owned me. Jett Simmons was my husband, and my heart would forever be his. And so would my body.
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