A Wedding Affair (The Wedding Affair) (62 page)

I need to start letting him know why he is the one I picked.
I am almost afraid to fall back to sleep because Ian gets my waking hours but when I drift off to sleep and find myself chasing rainbows my thoughts go to Tristan and I and what we shared, I know it was only the few days that we shared but he has changed me profoundly, my body, my mind and my heart have all been altered by his presents in my life. And that is preciously why I wonder if the road I am going down is the right one for me, if I have doubts now are they just doubts or are they signs to question my choices? Always too much to ponder at my twilight hours when I lack nocturnal bliss.

Ian drift back to sleep as I
mull over our midnight pillow-talk. I think I got  this, I think when I see us through Ian’s eyes I see how our life will be, I see how much he cares for me and I see how what I want and what I get are two different things, I drift off slowly with images and thoughts of Ian and I back in high school.

Chapter 33

BESAME MUCHO

June
26, 2012

I
awake in Ian’s arm and his hazel eyes on me and wonder how I managed to sleep in and the answer is staring me in the face.

“How long have you been awake Ian?”

“Not long I didn’t want to move and wake you, you sleep so infrequent” sometime last night when I finally fell asleep I crawled into his arms and tangled my legs with his and he held me tight. We woke up like this.

“Ian you know you can always wake me up for sex”

“Really is that what I am doing now” as he pokes and prods me with his ever growing erection this beautiful sunny day in June.

“I would have to say that an Ian Bollinger wakeup call is the best way to wake up one Aria Macy”

“Hey one question before this goes any further are you changing your name or hyphenating  it”

What would you like me to do?”

Whatever makes you happy”

Well I want to be Mrs. Professor Aria Bollinger”

“Then I want to fuck you till you say that again” on that note he slips under the covers and he goes down on me as I squeal at his demands and I say my name as it as he makes me scream. We frolic and romp around in bed and Ian is like running late out the door. I tie his tie in the yard at the car and he kisses me.

“Should I put lipstick on your collar so Jessica Rabbit remembers you are mine” he throws his head back and laughs he rubs my lips on his coll
ar but I have no lipstick on to leave a reminder.

“Look at you the green-eyed monster”

“I know what I got here, and she wants what mine”

“
Well I want you”

“Go
od, now go to school before I have to write you an excuse for ditching class for hot sex”

One last
kiss for teacher and he pull away.

BEEP BEEP BEEP

Yep he loved me.

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We are sitting in my office as Oliver and I go over the wedding clothes.

Today my wedding dress is finished, every
seam, every tuck, every dart and pleat,
mille-feuille
thousand layers of perfection. The beading was time consuming but so worth it, when you stand back and see the bodice and the ornate beading on the front of the dress they look like diamonds that are part of the fabric but up close just beautiful, sheer perfection, the bell skirt is comfortable and looks great with my Chanel wedding shoes.

Gotta remember to pick them up
, they called from Chanel, they arrived from Paris, I try to limit my frequencies into Chanel as I lose my sense as well as my dollars in that establishment.

Everyone knows I have an addiction to that store and never fails but so
me Chanel item always seems to follows me home, whether it’s a must have dress or a pair of un-get-able shoes but mostly I have to admit it’s the heart aching gotta have, can’t live without handbags that always find their way in my clutches.

Erika’s dress
is done and she is a perfect fit, her shoes are already here and I have to remember to bring Ian’s tuxedo home tonight and give Christopher his tux he is Ian’s best man of course.

“Aria I think we are all set on the wedding attire we have the flowers being delivered to your house on Saturday morning and we are all set”

“Oliver I don’t know how I would have gotten through any of this without you” he smiles his carefree smile and kisses the top of my head as he walks past me. He sometime feels like my God-father I am so blessed to have him in my life.

“I am out of here are you ok?”

“Yes Oliver just go I am fine I am out the door myself for a nice quiet dinner with my fiancé.”

“Sounds great I will see you tomorrow”

Oliver leaves and I pull all the garment bags and bag up Ian’s tuxedo, yes I get to see what he will look like but he won’t see what I will be in. I bag up Christopher’s tux as well and make sure that he has it at the rehearsal dinner on Friday. Of course Erika’s dress I will finish that by Thursday, the dress has a simple white bodice with a form fitted black tea length skirt in crepe back satin, I just have to hem it and she is good to go. I can’t wait to see her in this dress, she is going to look amazing, I must say but then again she is six feet and blond, she is killer in anything she wears.

Just then the door alarm sounds

RING A DING DING…

I look at my watch and mouth to myself “It
is pretty late I must say for customers but ya never knew who come through our doors now-a-days”

I make my
way to the show room floor and there is a man breathing heavy, and looking out the wood and glass door windows. Jeez look at him, his jacket sleeves are torn, his shirt is ripped his hair is a mess but wow when he turns around and I get a good look at him my mouth goes dry, my heart is beating fast and I am star struck.

I very slowly
come around and stand in front of him as his green eyes meet mine I am so nervous and filled with elation and excitement.

“Y
our Luis Miguel!” Just then there is a commotion outside my door at the walk way, a bunch of screaming girls, looks like twenty or so running past my store, they are ushered quickly by security, followed by the night patrol of Tower Centre and not to mention the casino security, are out there as well.

I walk pass this handsome man before me and
I quickly lock the doors because I have no idea what is going on. I turn around as I lean against the door; I am wearing my silver gray pencil skirt and white silk organza blouse that is basically sexy as hell. I just take him all in. he is six feet tall at least, gorgeous dark brown hair, bright green eyes, beautiful smile, perfect teeth, and his accent is alluring did I mention he is the Mexican Frank Sinatra, yeah that Luis Miguel just fell into my lap ok God what now?

Luis Miguel hails from
Mexico’s, he is one of their leading singers I mean they call him the Latin Frank Sinatra, he even recorded
COME FLY WITH ME
with Sinatra.

“So please Mr. Miguel what happen to you
are you ok” I can’t take my eyes off of him, he has been my crush for like ever, I learned Spanish by listening to his songs and translating them. He sings romantic ballads, beautiful melodies and bolero’s oh wow no one is going to believe me when I tell them this. He is looking at me to see if he can trust me maybe and then he speaks.

“Well as I was leaving my hotel room at the Ritz Carlton a few minutes ago I must have gotten off on the wrong floo
r and before I knew it I was being chased by some screaming ladies and then I didn’t know where I was, and I lost the people who were with me so I ducked into here, your door was the only one unlocked” I walk slowly over to him and take a gander at this beautiful man and his tattered tux.

“I see Mr. Miguel looks like this tux took quite a beating by those fans?
” I walk over to him and  make a quick assessment of his torn and dilapidated tuxedo. I notice one sleeve is torn from the seam while the other is badly severed, the lapel is ripped from the seam his shirt is compromised as well and he is missing some of the studs from his tuxedo shirt he looks physically unharmed but his scantly state of dress is less to be desired and as one of his loyal fans I am not use to seeing him so discombobulated.

“
Yes I would have to say Mr. Miguel they ruined this beautiful tuxedo”

“
And the worst thing is I have to be on stage within the hour” as he looks at his omega watch on his wrist.

“
Please call me Luis” I look at him and he is amazing, he needs my help this is like a dream come true to dress my idol, my secret crush. Oh I am a lucky girl and I am going to dress the hell out of him.

“Do you have a phone I can use please?” I reach into my silver grey pencil skirt and
hand him my cellphone.

“
Sure here you go Luis please come in sit down the doors are locked no one will find you here” I walk him over to the lounge area I walk behind the bar. He watches me as I move about.

“Can I get you a drink?”
I calm and realize this is one of those moments that I will share with my grandkids well if I ever have any.

“Yes I’ll have a grey goose on ice”
my kind a guy completely. I fill two old fashion glasses with ice and stream in the vodka, oh yeah drinking with Luis Miguel this day is getting better by the minute.

He walks over to me by the bar and take a seat at one of the cherry bar stools.

“So this is your store Miss…I’m sorry you have me at a disadvantage you seem to know who I am but I have yet to find out who you are?” his accent and those eye oh wow why didn’t he come and see me six months ago! Jeez he is beyond handsome. Yes I said that. He is my crush I can say that.

I extend my right hand.

“Hello there I am Aria Macy so very nice to meet you Mr. …um Luis”

I smile but I know I am blus
hing my face is flushed, it’s heated and I am in awe of him.

“
Aria what a beautiful name and so befitting for such a beautiful young women” he takes my hand and brings it to his lips and kisses it so sweetly and tenderly, oh I just melted, yeah right now, right this minute in my store, the guy who’s songs are in my car, on my iPod just kissed my hand, this is like the best night of my life! Ok I gotta pull myself together and act like I have some kind of sense or he is going to think I am a
nut job
like the girls who were chasing him.

“Thank you, Luis um can I be of some assistance in getting you ready for your concert?”

“Would you please, I would appreciate it, please if you would just allow me to make one phone call and let my people know where I am and that I am still alive and not eaten by the wild young females” I smile at his joke he is rather cute and funny and I have never heard him speak English you see Mr. Luis Miguel only sings in Spanish, beautiful music like Sabor a Mi, Beseme mucho, contigo aprendi, dormier contigo, I mean I could go on and on and I am sure he will tonight he is amazing in concert I have it on blue-ray but have never been fortunate enough to see him in concert.

He dials a number and speaks to s
omeone name Maria, they speak in Spanish and I make out that he is ok and that he will make the curtain call

“Excuse me
Aria, but where am I?” he catches me daydreaming about him I quickly compose myself.

“
You are in Tower Centre at Business as Usual on the main concourse near the casino” Mr. Miguel relay the info into the phone he laughs and he is funny and very care free, wow for someone who was nearly mauled a few minutes ago he recovers quit well.

“
Ok Aria thank you for the use of your phone now I am going to need a new tuxedo” he hands me back my cell, I slip it back into my pocket of my pencil skirt and walk over to the tuxedo’s and pull our award winning Tristan Tuxedo, it has won design accolades for its cut, style, silhouette, clarity and the way it fits and flairs the male frame, but what brings in the customers is always the feel of the fabric, it is simply rich and luxurious, you won’t want to take your hands off your guy when he is in this suit..

“
I would say you are a forty jacket, and twenty-eight pants and thirty-two inseam?” I look at him as I reach and pull down the jacket and matching dress pants.

“Yes how did you know that?”
he smiles at me and I got him to trust me.

“
It’s my job to know that sir” I grab a cummerbund and a crepe shirt, the perfect black stone studs and of course one of my must have handmade ties and a sexy crepe bowtie, to see which he prefers.

His eyes follow me as I literally waltz around the store and gather as I go
, pulling and tugging all the elements that I need to make him look irresistible in our signature tuxedo. He watches me as I grab him news socks, I also make sure I match the cufflinks and studs. It’s pretty easy to dress a man in a tux if you start with the basics as I am pulling everything from the shelves, he is still eyeing me, I make quick work of locating everything and then I look at him, oh wow his eyes are captivating, he is beyond handsome. Soft spoken and captivating, I have never heard him speak English, he only sings in Spanish. I smile sweetly at him and he knows he can trust me to make him look great.