Alexander

6 Months Later

 

 

 

Aria loved me.

At least, that’s what she told me every day. And when I told her I was taking her on a trip to a secluded tropical island for the last two weeks of December, she said she loved me then, too.

Even now, as we sit and watch the waves crash on the beach, sitting under palm trees on a double lounger that fit both of us, she whispered those words.

“I love you, too,” I told her and tried to control my hand as it trembled reaching to push a few strands of bright blond hair out of her face.

I couldn’t handle the pressure. Every time she told me she loved me, my throat tightened and I wanted to run into the ocean to get away.

“Is anything wrong, Alex? You look nervous.”

Forcing a smile, I shook my head. “No, of course not. This is our dream remember?”

My cheeks felt like they were going to crack as I held the grin. She nodded and sat back, gazing at the waves once again.

I deflated in relief that she bought it. It was a lie and she believed me. But for how long?

A male voice came from the side of our lounger. “Would you like to order drinks, maybe a snack?”

It was the butler that came with the home we rented on the island. He’s a nice guy. Very accommodating and seemed to know our needs before we did. But I’m not ready yet.

I mean, yes, technically, everything is in place, but emotionally, I didn’t think I was ready yet.

Aria started to say something but I cut her off. “No, Tyler, not just yet. I’m still full from breakfast.”

I chuckled as Aria knitted her brow.

“Maybe I want something. I’ll have the—” Aria said as I sat up cutting her off from Tyler both verbally and physically.

“No, don’t. I, uh, we should do something first. Like sex. We should totally have sex.” I sort of half-frowned half-smiled.

Everyone was quiet.

“I’ll come back later,” Tyler said and I heard sounds of sand shifting as he scurried off.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Aria reached over, placing her hand on my forehead.

I grabbed her hand and pulled her close. “It’s just, I’ve been thinking. With everything that has happened to us, and even your friends, this year, I wonder if we should have more sex.”

My words were broken. Nothing coming out of my mouth made sense.

“I like the part about having more sex but what does that have to do with what happened this year? And if you really wanted to get me in the mood, you’d feed me first. Hence, why we should have ordered when Tyler was here. You know I’m easy when it comes to good food.”

I groaned. She was too good. Even when we got home from being kidnapped by my mom this past summer, she insisted on finishing the mural. Even if I only used that mural as an excuse to get near her, she wanted it there to reflect our crazy journey together.

It somehow changed as she finished painting it. There were still elements of old master paintings but instead of it being a history of art, it was a car on a highway with art along for the ride.

“This is hard,” I said as I pounded a fist on the thick striped padding that covered the chair.

“No, it’s not,” Aria said as she stared at my swim trunks.

“I mean this. Us.” I gave up trying to delay. It was time.

“Tyler! We’re ready,” I yelled and within seconds he appeared.

I hope he wasn’t listening. What if we had decided to have sex?

He placed a silver tray down on the small table beside me and left.

I grabbed the silver bowl. It was cold but I held on. Taking the lid off I presented it to Aria.

“Oh, shrimp! I love shrimp. Perfect. Wait. Is that . . ..” She lifted the gold necklace from the center of the ice. “This is my necklace but there’s something else there.”

I put the silver bowl back on the platter and turned to Aria.

“It’s been exactly six months since your birthday. And since I missed it because of my crazy mother, I wanted to make up for it. Sort of a half birthday,” I said and released a deep breath.

“There are two hearts on here, instead of one. The new heart is covered in diamonds,” Aria said as she cupped the pendants and brought them closer for inspection.

“I added the other heart,” I said as my own heart beat wildly in my ears. “It’s there because you already have your sister’s heart and now, I wanted to give you my heart. I made the heart out of diamonds because I want to make sure you have it forever.”

I took the necklace from her and placed it around her neck. It sparkled in the sun but not as brightly as her beauty.

“Aria, I know you don’t want to get married. And now that you have explained why, I get it. But, I still want you to have something to show you that I will always be yours. You not only helped me break free from all the things holding me back, but you showed me how beautiful life and love really is. I may be blood related to my mom, but you’re my family. I want us to live together, forever.”

She sat there staring at me like I just told her I liked to fart only in bathtubs because it turned it into a sauna.

I knew I was asking too much by wanting to live with her and telling her that I wanted to be with her forever.

“This is all, uh . . .” She took her hand from me and fiddled with the hearts on her necklace.

When her eyes darted away, I knew I lost her. Fuck. I can’t believe I did this. I couldn’t just leave well enough alone, could I? We were fine the way things were. Some nights she stayed at my place, other nights I stayed at hers. About once a week we would sleep in our own condos.

“Of course I want to be with you forever, Alex. I love you. And this pendant, it’s so beautiful. When we head back to Chicago, we can figure out which place we want to move into.”

I gave her the biggest, most goofy grin before I pulled her into my arms. She curled into me, her leg wrapping around my hip. It was like her body was made for me.

My lips descended to her neck and I refused to stop kissing her until she finally pulled me away.

“Alex, stop. I want to give you something, too.” She flashed a wicked smile before hopping up from the lounger and going back inside our house. The wall of the living room was made of sliding windows that we kept open during the day so it was as if we were always outside even when we went into the house. I watched her pull a large bag from behind the couch before she came back to the lounger.

“I wanted to give it to you on Christmas in a few days, but since you gave me a gift, I thought it fitting I give you one. I hope you like it.” Aria placed the holiday-themed bag in front of me.

I kept my eyes on her as I pulled a shoe box out of the bag. She was bouncing up and down on her haunches in excitement.

While it was a shoe box, the way she was acting, I thought shoes would be the last thing in the box. I was wrong.

It was a pair of sneakers. Not even expensive name-brand sneakers, but some brand I had never seen before. The logo looked like cell reception bars.

“Thank you,” I said.

I wanted to say more but what else could I say. Thank you for a pair of sneakers when I have ten more pairs at home.

This was our first test as a couple. She buys me an average gift after I poured my heart and soul into her gift. I needed to learn to act like it was the best thing ever.

I smiled and stared at her. She giggled. The more I smiled, the more she giggled.

Then she reached over to the small table by her side of the lounger and tapped her phone a few times.

My shoes vibrated.

“Are these massage shoes?” I flipped them over.

“No, here let me show you.” Aria reached forward and pressed the back part of the sneaker that on some shoes were an air pump.

But the button didn’t pump air into the heel, it caused the bottom part of the shoe to flip open. There was a keypad inside.

I was confused as I looked up at her. Her grin was wide and open—like a clown—and she had her arms out.

“Alex. It’s a shoe phone. Just like Get Smart.”

My dick hardened.

“It’s a tech gadget. A sneaker. And a reference to one of the best shows of all time, all in one,” I said as I stared into her smart, sexy, perfect eyes. “I love you so much right now.”

Then I tackled her. I didn’t let go of the shoes right away, but as we rolled around and I tried to slip off her violet bikini top sacrifices had to be made.

“Aria, you’re going to have to undress yourself and me, too,” I said as I sat up on my knees while clutching the shoes to my chest.

She rolled her eyes as she reached for my swim trunks. “What I do for love.”

 

 

THE END

 

 

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If you want more, there are 2 previous books in the Cake Love series. The first book called is about Morgana Drake and her boss, Henrik Payne. The second book in the series is called about Evaleen Bechmann and her frustratingly handsome co-worker, Edgar Mimir.

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Elizabeth Lynx