SO this is my first Spashley story… I've never wrote one before but I'm kind of excited.. I have this idea and I want to see how it goes. Please don't hate too much. I love reading all of these stories and how it's going to go. So this is it. Beware there will be spelling mistakes… I kind of suck at spelling and get so wrapped up in writing in my thoughts that I make mistakes. So bare with me.
Chapter One Holy Shit
"Aiden I think the church is big enough." I heard Chelsea said getting out from the backseat of my Volvo.
"I think that the church is fine Chelsea. I mean we invited everyone we could ever cross paths with" I said looking at the massive window of Jesus Christ on the cross. We walked inside and looked around at the environment. The church could at least fit 10,000 people which we needed dearly.
I'm Spencer Carlin. I was born and raised in Ohio until I moved to California during high school. Once I moved here I was one of the cheer leaders and I met, Aiden, my fiancé. We both got scholarships to go to school to at USC and once we graduated he proposed. He played basketball and went into business. He is a part-time owner of the Lakers and owns a restaurant calling Raife's. I never fully understood the name but he said there was some sentimental meaning to it. He's one of the chief's their and every now and then we eat. I majored in Film and TV production and journalism. I am currently working for a new TV show called Busted. I am a screen-writer and producer. Late nights and early mornings the way I like it.
"I don't know Spencer; I asked all of the top food junkie's to come. This is a big deal! My rep is on the line. I need a wedding with humongous amounts of taste." Aiden said looking at the high ceilings.
I walked away from the window to comfort my fiancé. I smiled kindly at him and he looked up at me with sad eyes.
"I invited people too you know. I asked all of my co-workers and the news channel to watch too. There is no need to worry; this is going to be perfect." I said batting my blue big eyes at him.
He greased back his dark hair and smiled at me. "Thank you babes, you always know what to say." He said touching my hands and pulling me down into a gentle kiss.
Our lips touch for a second and he felt like he always does safe. I took his hand and walked over to Chelsea talking to the priest. He was older than father time. He had dark silk grey hair and wore a white rope. I've never seen a priest wear anything different. "Traditional." I heard the priest agree. His voice was shaky and raspy, His wrinkles pulled down into his jaw line and nose was forced into his face.
"Where is the reception taking place?" He asked looking at Aiden and I approaching.
"There is this old warehouse we rented out. It's got a top view of the stars and multiple floors; very modern and gorgeous wooden floors, dark and moist looking." Aiden said proudly.
The warehouse was his grand idea. I only agreed to get the checklist in motion. I rolled my eyes at Chelsea swaying her hips making fun of Aiden's feminine ways. Sometimes I think he is the gay one.
"I think it's time we start heading out" I started studying the priest express at Aiden, "we have a meeting with the bakery on how the cake should be designed. We narrowed it down to only a couple of taste left. It's hard to decide when they all taste so fabulous." I finished seeing the priest observe my feminine side. Yeah. I have one.
Chelsea and Aiden began to walk out together laughing at something I probably wouldn't get. I breath and take in everything around me . Nothing could make me this at ease. I'm marrying my high school sweetheart. My best friend is home from Paris. My mom is excited about something I've done for the first time in my life and my dad... is well my dad as always.
"Guys!" I yell at the two of them looking at the bushes. They pop their heads up to look at me "I forgot my purse!" I finish. The two nod their heads and walk toward the car. I walk back in and grab my purse on the pew and go toward the exit once again.
Right before I turn on my heels to strut out of the building I feel a warm liquid on my breast and stomach. I look up and see a beautiful brunette with an "oh" shaped mouth. She's wearing ripped jeans and a black vest exposing her toned abs. She has a dark tan making her brown eyes pop at me. She is on top of me and I can feel her stomach stick against my clothing. I can see her cleavage and her heat is enough to make me. .
"Holy shit" I say acknowledging the hot brunette on top of me.
We're just staring at each other for hours. She places her hand on my check and smiles intimately. I can feel my breath hitch at her touch. My heart beat begins to increase. I'm surprised she couldn't feel my stroke coming on. She leans forward into my face and her breath smiles like vanilla and a hint of cinnamon. Her perfume dances around my scent and twist at the core. She straddles my hips and brings me forward into her once again. She drops her hand from my face and places it in front of herself.
"Ashley Davies."
She smiled coolly and I placed my hands and hers. She had this confidence to her that I couldn't figure out. "I.. uhh. I'm Spencer Carlin." I finally whispered to the stranger.. I mean Ashley. She looked at me once over admiring my shy composure and stood up.
"It was nice to meet you Spencer." She said winking at me.
Her voice was husky and full. She raise an eyebrow seeing me still on the floor. She must have noticed my inner conflict because she gave me her hand to use to stand up. Once I stood she started laughing.
"What?" I asked her smile was contagious and I couldn't hide my any longer.
"I spilt my coffee on you." She said still smiling.
I burrowed my brows and looked at my outfit. She was right. My brand new white blouse and black pencil skirt.
"I mean it's not funny because your outfit is ruined I meant it like I'm really clumsy and I run into a lot of things and of course I fall on top of a beautiful woman and I.." Ashley starting to dig herself into a hole.
I smiled softly at her. "It's fine really Ashley. No problem at all."
Ashley stopped rambling for a second. Wait, did she just call me beautiful? She must of read my mind because her eyes opened wide. I smirked at her now being the nervous one of us two.
"Anyone ever tell you that you talk too much?" I ask her flirtatiously.
"Most people find it attractive on a good day." She says embarrassed.
"I never said it wasn't." I started lifting her chin up from the ground.
Our eyes met again and I could feel the heat again arousing in my stomach. She touched my hand to remove it from her face. Once our fingers met.. A shock pulsed from my hand into my body.. holy hell. Who is this Ashley? And we does she keep touching me like that?
"It was nice to meet you Spencer." She said and walked the other direction leaving my hand still in midair. I stood for moments without thinking. Once I unfroze from my previous spot I realize something on the ground. My phone.. wait that's not my phone. If that is not my phone than that must be.. Ashley's phone?