Authors: Vivian Rose Lee
Aaron stood at the Asia’s door, the door was ajar. He frowned, she didn’t realized it was open, he could hear at the piano playing. He stood silent and listened.
“I don’t need you, Aaron,” she said miserably out loud, “I want you, will I ever stop wanting you,” she said banging her hands on the keys of the piano, “Stop loving you, I’m so tired of hurting, I’m so tired of feeling like this,” she moaned. She lowering her head she wept openly.
Aaron eased open the door.
She swiped angrily at her tears, rising from the bench, turning. She jumped when she saw Aaron, her eyes red as tears running unchecked down her face.
“The door was opened,” he said softly, closing the door behind him. Asia just stared at him surprised to see him.
“Is that how I make you feel?” he asked softly.
“Why are you here?” Asia replied.
“Is that how I make you feel?” he repeated.
“Please Aaron just go,” she said lowering her head.
“I just wanted to see if you were alright.”
“I’m fine, please go,” she said walking pass him. Aaron reached out and touched her hair. How he loved the feel of her hair, the fresh delicate scent of her.
“Asia, I’m sorry I make you cry,” Aaron said gently.
She turned to him. “I cry for being a fool Aaron, not for you making one of me,” she stated firmly.
He took her hand. She pulled away.
“Just go Aaron.” she pleaded looking at him.
He looked miserable, she thought. How she wanted to make him smile, how she wanted to wrap her arms around him, to make him happy, to give herself to him however he wanted her. That’s what her heart said, but her head said let him go, you don’t want his pity. Her eyes watched him silently, her heart throbbing, yearning to feel his arms around her. Her heart won.
She went to him, standing in front of him; she traced his mouth with her finger. Aaron sighed and closed his eyes. He pulled her to him, his mouth inches from her.
She looked into his eyes. “I’m going to listen to my heart one last time, Aaron,” she said quietly, reaching up and pressing her lips to his. She broke the kiss.
“I don’t care, that you are with someone else, I just want to feel good again, I want to know if I can feel; make me feel good again Aaron,” her mouth taking his again, passion filled and deeply.
Aaron held her tightly, returning her kiss with an unleashed passion. He felt like he was home. He lifted her and carried her to the bed laying her down. Asia pulled the oversized T-shirt over her head, as Aaron undressed. She crawled to the edge of the bed, her hand on his hard well-formed chest. Her lips touched his warm body, her mouth trailed to his muscular stomach, feeling his muscles contract beneath her lips. Aaron let his pants fall stepping from them. Asia eyes took in his nude form, how she missed him, how she loved him. She pulled him to the bed, he lay down, and she lay on top of him, kissing him deeply. She could feel him grow against her thigh. She open her legs Taking him inside her. Aaron groaned from the sensation her tight sheath away gave him. She moved on him, pausing only to let her wall kiss his throbbing manhood. She paused, trying to gain control over her own excitement, looking at Aaron beneath her, his eyes closed moving inside her. His eyes open, he saw the helplessness in the green depth of her eyes, her breathing shallow.
“You’re coming.” he stated breathlessly.
“I don’t want to, not yet I don’t want this to end,” she said, but it was to late; Aaron held her hips and moved within her bringing her to an orgasm that took her breath away. He rolled her over still inside her, and began to stroke her like he knew she loved, he lifted her legs around his waist.
“Is this what you want,” Aaron said against her mouth, stroking her long and slow. Her eyes closed, and she moaned. Aaron leaned up on his hands and sank deeper inside her. She moaned louder. Her heart cried, please love me as I love you, but she would never utter the words aloud.
“Yes,” she said looking at his face as she met his thrusting hips. She reached up and caressed his face wanting to memorize every angle of his handsome face. She pulled his face close to hers kissing him deeply excepting his tongue, gently sucking it causing him to lose control.
“Asia,” he breathed against her mouth, his body tensed, his head thrown back as he let the pleasure of their lovemaking was being pulled from him, her legs tightening around him as they found the climax they both needed so badly. Aaron rolled from her lying on his back, his arm across his eyes, his breathing still rapid.
“You shouldn’t have come here,” Asia said and went to the bathroom.
Aaron watched her walk away. He couldn’t move; his legs were like lead. He hadn’t been with other women since he left her in November. He realized he was hurting her, he wasn’t ready to give up his freedom for commitment, he needed his freedom, love would confine him, Asia didn’t know what love was, she confusing it with being grateful for what he’s done for her, that all, at least that what he wanted to believe.
Asia stood in the shower, the water cascading down her back, her hair pulled up, a few wisp of hair down her back. She felt severe regret for giving herself to Aaron. Vigorously she lathered her body; she needed to wash his scent from her body. She realized she needed to move on; she had to move on. She could throw herself into her music, and then maybe what she felt for Aaron would disappear in time.
Aaron came into the bathroom and into the shower with her, she moved away from him. He stopped her, pulling her against him, her back against his chest. Her eyes closed weak for the feel of his body behind her.
“No Aaron,” she said moving away; he pulled her back.
“Don’t deny yourself what you know you want,” he said in her ear. He unloosed the knot at her head, her hair falling, getting wet. Aaron’s hands inched around her hips pulling her against his strong erection; his hand caressing her inner thighs just grazing the curls at the junction of her legs. Asia sighed. His hand gently cupped her, parting her as his fingers as they moved to the path of her pleasure. Her head fell back against his shoulder, savoring the feel of his hands on her. His fingers dipped into her and she moaned, his lips gently nipping and sucking on her neck. Close to the shower wall, Asia placed her hands on the wet wall for support. Aaron entered her from behind. She held herself braced against the wall, as he held on to her hips, he moved inside her, with an urgent need in him. No, she would not deny herself what she wanted, not tonight, she decided. Pulling away from her, Aaron turned to her kissing her wildly. Her back pressed against the wet wall. Aaron lifted her, wrapping her legs around his waist; he entered her, her arms around his neck, holding on to him. He moved inside her, his mouth on her neck, sucking and nipping her neck as she held on to his wet body.
“You shouldn’t have come here,” she whispered before she nibbled on ear.
Aaron moved into her wildly and quickly. She was calling his name repeatedly, as the orgasm hit her.
Aaron pulled himself from laying her on the shower floor, the water pouring over them like a rainstorm. He entered her like a man possessed. All Aaron knew was he had to have all he could. The spray from shower beat on his body as he moved in her. Her hand caressed slowly up and down his back as he gave her the pleasure only he could give. This wasn’t enough for him. Aaron pulled out of her, effortlessly lifting her, carrying her to the bed. He lay her wet body on the bed. He stood looking at her, his breath coming in panting breaths.
“Aaron,” she said breathing heavily, opening her arms to him. Then it hit him, he needed to hear her say it. He need to hear her say she loved him, she believe she did, and he needed to hear it. Why? He wondered. Did it matter; he didn’t love her did he? He lay above her, his arms on either side of her head, looking deep into her green eyes. He pressed into her slow and easy, giving her every inch of him. She sighed. He kissed her mouth gently, tracing her lips with his tongue. He wanted to make love to her slow and long; he wanted her to feel every throbbing inch of him. His eyes captured her; she couldn’t turn away, if she wanted to. She moved beneath him, joining him in his slow rhythmic pattern.
“You shouldn’t have come here,” she said breathlessly.
“Why Beautiful?” he asked looking deeply at her. Her eyes closed, than open, she was feeling him, her wall pulsating and contracting on around him. He was increasing in size, but he held on to his climax; he needed to hear her say it, say she loved him, hear her sweet voice say the words, only then would he knew he would be complete. His satisfaction depended on it. He stilled his movement, her breath caught in her throat. He knew she wanted more of him, he knew how to please her, he knew she loved the way he stroked her. Asia searched his face, still gyrating beneath greedily, needing more, wanting more. She pulled his face to hers.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered moving beneath him, raising her head to receive his mouth on hers. “I love you,” she said against his mouth. Aaron heart swelled, and he took her mouth, and begin moving in her wildly; those words was what he needed to hear to give him fulfillment, just those three words caused him to lose control, pulling her climax from her to merge with his own, only then he was sated.
He rolled from her, pulling her to his side, her head on his shoulder. She lifted her head.
“Why am I laying in the wet spot?” she said smiling.
So beautiful, he thought getting up taking her with him. Together they remade the bed, then made love again until they were both sated.
Asia threw herself into her music, she signed with Royal Records. Aaron father acted as her manger, until he found someone with integrity in the business to manger her, someone that he trusted. Asia hadn’t seen Aaron since that night at the loft. Nothing had change since that night.
When the recording session ran late into the night, someone was always there to take her home. Tia, Brie, and Vessa were always around; to make sure her spirits were high. They were all going to lunch, the radio was playing.
“Turn that up!” Tia said from the backseat.
“What?” Asia said. Vessa turned up the radio.
“Asia that’s your song on the radio,” Brie said excitedly. Asia smiled broadly. Everyone was talking at once.
“Sh... Sh...” Tia said.
“That was the new singing sensation Asia Brook’s from Royal Records, with her new song “For You,” the radio announcer. “Now call in if you think we should break her, or make her, dial 1-877-WSPZ,”
“I’m calling,” Tia said pulling out her phone.
“Hey that song is all that,” the first caller said, “Where can I get it,”
“It gave me the chills,” another said.
“Our lines are all lit up, if your listening Asia, so far you making it,’ the DJ announced.
“That girl can blow,” a male caller said, “I hope she looks as good as she sounds.”
“I love it,” the last callers.
“There you have, Asia, you made it.
Tia, Brie, and Vessa were laughing happily. “We’re so proud of you,” Brie said.
Aaron and Martin were sitting at the bar in Dallas. They were in town for the All-Star game.
“So Aaron, is it over with you and Asia? Martin asked.
Aaron shrugged, sipping on his beer.
“She’s a great person,” Martin stated.
“Yeah, she is,” Aaron replied absently.
“When’s the last you saw her?”
“After the New Year’s party,” Martin looked at his friend.
“You didn’t,” Martin said in disbelief.
“Yes I did, I needed her, and she wanted me.”
“You took advantage of her Aaron,” Martin accused.
“Call it what you like Martin,” Aaron replied, “She loves me, we make love like no other, she the only woman who satisfies me.”
“Don’t do this to her, man,”
“You think I don’t know that Martin, I’m going to leave her alone; I have to. I’m not ready for commitment, I know what she wants, and I know I’m not ready to give it to her, its just hard for me to stop seeing her.”
Martin sighed. “Aaron you have to ask yourself, can you live without her, does she complete you, do you miss her presence; I never doubted the love I felt for Tia, I was sure I wanted her. Think about it man, how important is she to you, those are the thing you have to think about.”
Aaron remained quiet. He knew he wasn’t being fair to her, but he couldn’t stop seeing her, not yet anyway.
Within a couple months, Asia song was getting a lot of airplay and shooting up the charts. Her CD was now in several music stores. Trevet had found her a manager, a man honorable and trustworthy. Benny Gooden was a middle-aged man, very handsome and distinguished. He already had her scheduled to make her first video, and photo shoot. Asia hired Chez and Wilson, to take care of her hair and makeup. Vessa found her wardrobe stylist. Everything was falling into place with her career. It astonished Asia how supportive everyone was to her. This was the family she always wanted, but never thought she would have.
After a day of shopping Asia and Tia pulled into her driveway. They were getting out of the car when two police cars came riding up behind them. Tia and Asia looked at them frowning.
The two officers approached.
“We’re looking for an Asia Brooks, “the officer said.
“I’m Asia Brooks,” she replied.
The police officer grabbed her arm turning her around putting handcuff on her.
“Hey what are you doing?” Tia yelled, coming around the car to them.
The police officer ignored Tia.
“Asia Brook’s your being arrested for drug distribution, and started reading her rights.
Asia eyes were wide with fear. “You’ve made a mistake!” Asia cried. The police officer pulled Asia along, putting her in the back of the police car.
She look out of the window helpless.
“Asia,” Tia called to her, “I’ll call Mr. Harrison; don’t talk until he gets there.” Asia nodded, as the tears rolled down her face.
At the police station, she was placed in a room with a large glass mirror and large table. The room had a dusty, a stale smoky stench so strong Asia gagged. Tears of dismay coursed down her face. Confusion closed in on her and the darkness that was forever lingering in the hollows of her mind, overpowered her body and soul. A minute later, a detective came into the room, and sat across from her.