Chapter 14
Aria POV
Aria snuggled her face deep into the soft pillow, her hand reaching over to feel the empty space beside her where Mr. Fitz should have been. The spot felt cold and undisturbed. Like he had never been there, but that couldn't be right. Last night wasn't just some figment of her imagination. He had been there. Right beside her. Her small body brushing up against his bigger one had been real. It had felt real, so real. She and Mr. Fitz did have sex for a second time. Sex between them last night had been so explosive. Maybe that was an understatement. It had been mind boggling. Now that was a perfect description to describe it, She thought as she smiled lazily, totally relaxed. Her smile spreading victoriously into the cushion as she glanced over at the vacant spot next to her, her long mane of glorious dark hair falling into her eyes. She chewed on her bottom full lip as she reminisced about sleeping with Mr. Fitz again. Hadn't she told him that it would happen again? That they would be sleeping together for a second time? She let the picturesque scenes play out in front of her.
The way she had took his big cock into her hands, her tongue coming out to run along the swollen mushroom shaped head of his dick as she tasted the saltiness of his pre-cum. She always wanted to know what semen tasted like. What he tasted like. The way she had moaned as he grunted, his hands running through her hair. The way her tongue had come out to play again, licking more of his musky scented pre-cum up as his eyes closed so slowly. Like in a dream. Like she was giving him a little taste of heaven. The way she had opened her mouth, taking him in inch by inch as she relaxed the back of her throat as her dainty mouth closed around him. She had sucked him like she was a professional. Like she knew what she had been doing, but that wasn't entirely the case. She had never given any of her boyfriends' a blow job before. She had been going off what she had read, seen, and heard in books, on television, and from her friends. She had made sure she had been knowledgeable on the subject before she had performed the act on him. She hadn't wanted to look and feel inexperienced. She had made it her priority to do her research.
The feel of his fingers tightening in her hair as she had moved her head back and forth, sucking him harder and harder as he groaned out his satisfaction with her crafty technique. The way she had took him out of her mouth to lick down his long pulsating length, before using her lips to suck on his gigantic head, chewing and gnawing on the enlarged head as her tongue flickered over the sensitive slit at the very top of his cock. The utterance of his curse as she bite down on the fleshy head, her tongue circling around the whole part of the fat head, before she took him back into her willing hot mouth. She had sucked him deeper and deeper as he hit the back of her throat repetitively as it caused some fiction to give him more intense pleasure. Over and over again she had taken him deeper and deeper into her mouth, sucking him harder and harder. Her hand squeezed the balls of his sack as she sucked him faster and faster, causing him to go even deeper into her throat. It was like he was doing a thorough examination of her windpipe. The way she had squeezed her throat muscles around his cock. Again and again as he shouted out her name as he left go of the built up sensation, shooting load after load of his cum into her mouth as it trickled down the back of her gullet. She had never known anything could taste so good. That it could be so delicious as she swallowed his semen greedily, making sure to slurp up every droplet of his white foamy cum.
How she had told him that she wasn't nearly done with him yet as she bit her on bottom lip and pushed him down onto the bed aggressively. She laughed to herself in memory. She never cease to amaze herself. It had been wicked enough already showing up at his apartment with nothing on, but a trench coat and black pumps. She had been naked as the day she had been born underneath the cotton made materiel. The night air breeze had felt great against her ass, erecting her nipples as the biting chill roamed over her body with its freezing hands. The way she had slid the latex condom onto his protruding shaft like she had practiced. Who knew those sex educational classes with the bananas and cucumbers would come in handy someday. She also knew how to apply on a condom with her mouth and teeth that had took lots of practice for her to be able to master it accurately.
The way she had climbed on top of him, her mouth crashing down hard onto his as she kissed him hard and passionately as he kissed her back with the same vigor. The way she had wiggled on him, positioning her entrance above his thick cock as her sweltering wet pussy grazed the head of his dick repeatedly, brushing to and from across her swollen moist lips. The sound of his groan and her moan at the slightest touch of contact. Her garden of Eden was more than ready for his snaky entry. The feel of his hands on her waist. The way she had stared down into his compelling eyes as she had lowered herself languidly onto him, impelling herself all the way onto him as he groaned against her lips at the felicitousness of their joined bodies. She had understood. It had felt good to him to be inside of her, stroking to ignite her fire once more. Just like it had felt good to her to have him inside of her, filling her undoubtedly. She had screamed as he had stretched her kitty to the limit. Just like he had done the first time. She would never ever forget how he filled her to the halt once again.
She had ridden him all kinds of ways. Every angle known to mankind. Back and forth, had bounced up and down and had moved round and around, encircling her hips in a traditional dance, and then she had moved side to side as he had thrusted upwards into her deeper and harder each time, driving himself even further inside of her drenched pussy. She had thrusted back down onto him, opening her thighs wider to allow him greater access to her pearly gates of sanctuary. How her cries, moans and screams, chants, and yells had floated from out of her agape mouth magically like a beautiful song bird. Like a humming bird at its morning peak. His own moans and groans filled her ears. How his strong capable hands had directed her somewhat uncertain movements on top of him, showing her expertly the way it was done. Shown her what he liked as he pumped into her core deliriously. The grip of those same hands that grabbed onto her ass as he had slammed her back down onto his bulging cock. How she had made her inner walls squeeze him again and again as her eyes had laughed down into his. She had been a devilina. How his king size bed had creaked and squeaked so loudly as their passion intensified drastically more and more.
The feel of his fingers inside of her as they had stimulated her clitoris to no end. How she had reached above his head as she lifted herself up and down, forcing her slippery pussy back onto his dick. How she didn't stop working her hips until she had satisfied him too. She also wasn't a selfish lover. How his mouth and hands kept finding her breasts. He had paid special attention to them as he had cupped and massaged their fullness in both of his hands. How his thumbs hand fluttered across her nipples with the smallest of touches, before pulling, and pinching them. His mouth and teeth had been the most pleasurable with the way he had licked, sucked and suckled, flick and flickered, and bit her hard and engorged nipples. She could tell that out of all her body parts he loved her breasts the best. She laughed to herself again. She couldn't blame him. They were big, round, and soft. Definitely a lot to hang onto.
Aria pulled herself from out of her memories as she set up in bed, the sheets falling away from her naked body. It felt a bit strange not waking up next to Mr. Fitz beside her. She had quickly grown use to his presence. A warm body next to hers. New York City had given her, her first real taste of what it was like to have someone sleep next to her. She loved sleeping in his arms. Being next to him, their bodies caressing each other in a soft symphony of words. It had made her feel safe and protected. She had felt contentment. She loved the feel of his body heat merging with hers, being in tune with hers. The feel of his arms wrapped around her, and the loud sound of his snoring in her ears. She loved gazing upon his beautiful face in the early morning. She watched for the little movements he made in his deep slumber. Movements he wasn't even aware of. Knew existed, but she did. Any small twitch. A flutter of an eyelid. She reveled in this.
Her thoughts flashing back to that moment when he had thought she had been asleep as his eyes had looked over her face, her body. She had stayed very still to not alert him to her being awake and was observing him. She had paid close attention to his face, trying to freely read his unguarded expressions without him knowing. It was said that a face could reveal a person's true desire. A heart's desire to be exact. She knew that it was absurd to believe in a myth like that, but she found that she didn't care. What was life if you didn't take a risk? Didn't jump into something with both feet planted firmly in the earth's soil? She was all about living carefree. She had read lust as he had fought to remain in control, had read more conflict within himself, but there had been something else. Something just underneath the surface. She had been shocked at the strength of it. Her heart had been beating rather fast. What had that emotion been? It had just been out of her grasp. She refused to believe that he felt anything real for her. She didn't care how small it was. She was afraid of her own feelings towards him, if she was made to confront them. Afraid of what she might learn. Of what she might find. What she might actually feel for him. She didn't want to think about it anymore. No good would come of what she and Mr. Fitz had. What did they have anyway? She couldn't define it. She couldn't put it into words of understanding. Her brain was hurting at the power to figure it out mathematically. She was confident that she just wanted sex from him. Yeah, that was what it was. She felt loads better already. She was done questioning herself. She was positive that Mr. Fitz felt the same way. Oh god, why did she still have to keep calling him Mr. Fitz? Why not Ezra? They were well past the point of a normal student and teacher relationship. Maybe because it felt a lot safer. It made her feel like she still had some sort of control of the situation. She never thought in her wildest dreams that she would be having an affair with one of her high school teachers'. Now, A college professor, now that was a different story.
She had enjoyed teasing him with her scandalous behavior, when she had lifted up the shirt he had let her burrow to sleep in, showing him her see through panties. She had played with herself pornographically, rubbing the palms of her hands against her mound furiously. The look on his face at her bold display had been comical. Especially at seeing how big his eyes had gotten. The gorgeous blue of his eyes as they had darkened with a slight hint of his thirst as the initial shock wore off. Her only regret being that he had stopped her from slipping her hand inside of her panties. She would have really giving him a show to remember. One that would have gotten his cock even harder for her.
She got out of bed, wincing at the soreness she experienced between her thighs. She sucked in a sharp breath as the discomfort became more pronounced. She was bone tired and in so much pain as she walked over to his closet to grab one of his shirts to cover up her nude form. Her body still had to adjust to his great size, but she wasn't complaining. She liked having a remainder that last night had clearly happened. Her nipples burned when the fabric of the shirt brushed them as she buttoned up the shirt haphazardly as she glanced about the bedroom. Mr. Fitz still wasn't in sight. Didn't he hear her get up? She wasn't technically being quiet. In fact, she was making a lot of ruckus with her clumsy movements around the room. She didn't bother with putting on any underwear, or socks for that matter, choosing to go bare foot instead. Where could he be? She thought in her head as she was biting on her bottom lip. She couldn't believe that she had passed out once again after having sex with him. It had been so intense, but that wasn't any excuse.. She had to seriously stop doing that. It wasn't attractive and it was abnormal. She wanted to turn him on, not turn him off. She was such an idiot. Maybe having that type of habit clued him in on just how naïve she was about sex. If only it hadn't been so ungodly amazing she wouldn't have slept so hard, and she would have heard him when he had gotten up. There was no point in dwelling over spoiled milk.
Aria's doe-eyed gaze fell on the closed bathroom door, her mouth curving into its usual seductive smile as she made her way over to the door, stumbling a little over the thick carpet in the process. She easily caught herself, before continuing on. She knocked, but when she didn't hear any answer, or sounds of life behind the door, she opened it and nobody there. Nothing, but an empty dark bathroom staring back in her face, her brows lifting up in confusion. She closed the door back, then she moved away from the doorway, and then she headed out the bedroom to go in search for Mr. Fitz around the apartment. She ran a thoughtless hand through her hair as she walked into the laundry room, still not seeing a glimpse of Mr. Fitz anywhere. Then she left out the room and went into his office across the hall, her face still mirroring its bewilderment as she left out his office, still not finding him. She chewed on her bottom lip as she ran another disoriented hand through her hair as she headed into the front room to look for him, not looking to see where she was walking, her mind preoccupied elsewhere.
Where was he? Did he go out to get them breakfast? Questions ran through her head. She didn't mind cooking for him again. Did he go out to get the morning paper? Was he at the post office checking his mailbox? Was he with Jamiee? Did he regret last night too? More questions ran through her mind as she nibbled harder on her lip. She didn't want to think about that. Not after their time together last night. It had been wonderful. She knew she had said that she didn't care about him using her to ease his pain. But really, she had just been willing to take what he had offered her. She had just wanted to feel him inside of her, filling that aching void of need that had no face.
A stinging pain brought her out of her deep thoughts as she looked down to see that she had walked on broken glass on the floor. She had forgotten that Mr. Fitz had thrown both the glass and the bottle of alcohol in his angr last night. She felt as pieces of glass shards sliced through her foot. Felt as her warm sticky blood coated the hard floor beneath her feet. She hissed in pain as she felt the glass go in deeper. Felt as more of her blood littered the floor in a red puddle. Damn glass, She cursed inside of her head in pain as she hopped over to the couch, plopping down on it, and then she cradled her injured foot in her lap as it bled profusely. She yipped in pain again as she began picking out the little pieces of glass with her long fingernails. Certainly not a great way to start off her day with crappy luck. She made sure that she had every piece of glass out, before she stood up again, testing out her hurt food, and then she limped to the bathroom, knowing that she was staining the floor even more with her blood. She had to step the severe bleeding, and she had to keep the wound from getting infected.
She opened up the medicine cabinet, looking for what she needed. She grabbed a couple of Q-tips, a bottle of green rubbing alcohol and a bottle of peroxide, a band aid, and a tube of ointment, before she sat down on the edge of the bathtub to apply first aid. When she was done, she put everything back into its rightful place, and then she left out the bathroom and headed into the kitchen, watching out for anymore broken glass on the floor. She grabbed the broom, dust pan and a dishrag, and a bucket full of cleaning supplies, before going back into the front room to clean up the mess she made. She swept up all the pieces of broken glass, then she dumped it into the trash bin, and then she got down on her hands and knees to scrub away the dark droplets of blood. She got back up when she was done, wiping the sweat away from off of her brows as she took the things back into the kitchen, then she went to go put the dishrag into the washing machine, before heading back to the kitchen. She washed her hands off at the sink, blowing out a breath of exhaustion. She was starving, her tummy giving a growl of protest in agreement. She wiped her hands off on a dishcloth, and then she walked over to the refrigerator to look for something eatable to eat. She spotted an aluminum foil covered plate, so she took that in one hand, then she grabbed a bottle of orange juice with her other hand, and then she closed the refrigerator door with her good foot and made her way over to the kitchen table.
She uncovered the plate, her eyes gazing over the scrumptious food, her stomach letting out another fuss as her brown colored eyes feasted on the meal in front of her. She had homemade chicken salad, cubs of different cheeses and slices of meat, small veggies, fruit and crackers, cold fried chicken, macaroni salad, and one Vanilla cupcake with red buttercream frosting. She dug in, using the utensils already supplied in the plate as she ate with a famish fever. She belched loudly, laughing as she pushed the paper plate away from her. She was literally stuffed, her eyes wandering around the empty apartment. She wanted to see him. She wanted to see Mr. Fitz before she headed off to work. She had come to love this tiny little flat. She became lazily and didn't want to move a muscle, but she made herself get up to go throw away the plate with the utensils, the plastic bottle of discarded Sunny D orange juice, and the aluminum foil cover, her mind straying far away.
She was happy that Mr. Fitz and Jamiee had broken up. She wasn't the least bit sorry about it. She really didn't care that she was the reason that divided them. Like she said before, she was selfish for the most part. She wanted him all to herself. She always went after something she wanted. Had been that way since she was a child. It was so obvious that he and Jamiee weren't meant to be together anymore. She guessed she could possibly emphasize with Mr. Fitz on being upset and angry over his spilt with Jamiee. After all, they had been together for three long years. Maybe somewhere deep down inside of him, he wanted his relationship with Jamiee to be over. But, she didn't believe that. He had been way too committed to his relationship. Had he cheated on Jamiee before? Or was she just the exception? If so, why her? Why had it taken her to make him stray from a long term commitment? To betrayal the woman he claimed to love? What was so special about her? What did she have that the others didn't have? She knew it couldn't just be her looks. She knew there have to have been other countless of beautiful women throwing themselves at him. And, why not, Mr. Fitz was the most beautiful man she had ever seen in her lifetime.
Maybe now he wouldn't feel like he was deceiving Jamiee when they had sex again. The mere thought caused a flip in the pit of her stomach. She was absolutely certain that they were going to sleep together yet again. That they were going to fuck like rabid bunnies, her sexy lips lifting into a smirk at her crude language. She was far from being a poster girl for modesty. That just wasn't in her vocabulary. She found that she quite liked being the dominator last night. Liked being the one on top. The one in control. Liked feeling the way his cock had slid in and out of her weeping pussy with his timely strokes.
The screwing between them last night had been different than the first. A good kind of different. Their first time had been more slow, tame, and passionate, but their second time had been rougher, wild, and edgier. She loved that they had so many sides to their love making. She didn't think that she could ever grow bored of him, or that he would grow tired of her. They matched so well sexually. They balanced each other out. Sex with him would never lose its appeal. It would always be fun, exciting, and vehement. However, she wasn't opposed to him teaching her more fundamentals about sex. He had about eight years on her. She wanted to know more about what he liked, and what he didn't like. Would he let her? She shook her head to free it from the ongoing thoughts as she headed towards the bathroom to get ready for work. She couldn't be late. She was still hopeful that Mr. Fitz would show up before she left.
Aria stepped from the shower, wrapping a large jade green Egyptian cotton towel around her dripping wet body as she made her way over to the sink without falling flat on her ass. She brushed her already pearly white teeth, and then she rinsed her mouth out with mouthwash, cringing at the bitter taste it left inside her mouth as she screwed the cap back onto the bottle, before combing through her glimmering dark long hair with a wide tooth comb. Her hands worked expertly as she looked into the mirror as she put her hair into a messy Fishtail braid, the long plait falling over her breast as she relished in her handy work. She started to apply her make-up, her trained eyes never leaving her reflection as her hands grabbed what she needed in front of her.
She coated her luscious lips with a Moth To Flame mac dazzleglass, brushing on one more coat to make her mouth more sparkly, then she rubbed on shimmery brown eyeshadow on both of her top eyelids and brushed on shimmery blue eyeshadow on both of her bottom eyelids, and then she penciled in navy blue eyeliner on both of her eyes, making sure to not use a lot. She didn't want to walk around like a clown. Then she brushed on thick brown mascara to accentuate her already brown eyes on her top lashes, and then she applied some mascara on her bottom lashes, adding an even thicker coat to make her lashes appear thicker and longer than they originally were. Her big eyes more than stood out now. She normally didn't dapple in too much blush, but she wanted to bring some color into her already creamy complexion, so she padded on a peachy tint on both sides of her cheeks.
She scanned over her look, seemingly happy with her appearance. She sat down on the toilet stool top, crossing her legs as she painted her fingernails, using the nail polish remover to get rid of the polish she had first, her nose wrinkling up at the awful smell. The things she did for beauty. She layered her nails with China Glaze Twinkle Lights nail polish, blowing as she went along to speed up the drying process, and then she hummed under her breath as she did her toenails. She hummed Adele's song Turning Tables, before giving up and singing the full song as she waited for her fingernails and toenails to dry. She added on a top coat of clear nail hardener, and then she sprayed on instant nail dryer on both her nails and toe nails, before getting up off the toilet stool. She collected all of her things, and then she left out the bathroom to head into the bedroom to get dress.
Aria let the towel dropped down to the floor, her hand taking hold of her bottle of strawberry lemonade body lotion as she administered the cool substance onto her skin, the strawberry smell filling up her nose. Her eyes browsed over the red markings between her inner thighs, waist, and butt. She snickered as she thought of Mr. Fitz, loving that the love marks had been made by him. Had come from him. She applied some lotion on her breasts and onto her belly, before tossing the bottle down onto the bed. She put on her navy blue signature lace bra, before putting on the matching signature lace thong. She squeezed into a pair of rinse colored diva skinny jeans, then she pulled on a locomotive colored I love New York graphic tee over her head, then she put her arms through an animal–print cardigan, and then she sat down onto the foot of the bed and tugged on a pair of Cognac brown short cowboy boots. She got up, and then she started throwing all her belongings into her big polka dot tote bag, making sure she had gathered everything up, before she left his apartment. She felt sad at the thought.
She hooked on a pair of gold hoop earrings into her small earlobes as she slung her tote bag over her right shoulder as she prepared to leave out the room. Her expressive brown eyes lingered around the bedroom, before she ultimately walked out of the room. She still couldn't believe that Mr. Fitz still hadn't shown up. A nagging feeling in the back of her head suggested that there was something she didn't know, but she just pushed it away and ignored it entirely. She had never been paranoid, and she wasn't going to start now. She gave her head a hard shake. As much as she wanted to stay and see him, she couldn't. She had to be at the book rack. She gave the apartment another yearning look, before leaving out the front door.
When she got to the book rack she got right to work, going into the staff employee room to change into her uniform shirt, and then she left out and began setting up the small reserved area for the book signing that was going to be held later on tonight for the new upcoming female author of the widely popular North Star series. The fantasy books were centered around three best friends who find out that they are powerful witches with exceptional powers, that they are the last guardians, that an evil group known as the vanquishers are after them, and they that are from the North Star. The author was going to be signing copies of the third book in her series. She fixed up the table that the author was going to be using, then she set up the chairs and sectioned off specific parts with tape for the waiting fans, next she went to go set up the two display tables that was going to be on either side of the main table, and then she headed off to one of the back rooms and brought out four massive boxes fill to the top with carbon copies of the third book. She stacked and placed the books on the display tables, then shoved the two remaining boxes with her foot underneath the main table, and then she headed back to the storage room to unpack the unopened boxes of brand new releases. After she had all the books unloaded and sorted into their right piles, she stamped price tags on the front cover of every book, and then one by one she hauled all the books onto the moving cart to transport them to their proper location around the store.
Time was moving fast as she pushed the cart around the store, stocking, and restocking the many different titles. She was tempted enough with wanting to find a cozy spot and read one of the newest books that caught her interest. That was one of the benefits of working in a book store. She had first claim on all the new books. Occasionally, she assisted some of the customers if they stopped her for help to search for a particular novel they had in their psyche. She didn't mind. It was part of her job description. She made it her goal to be patient with them and to always keep a smile planted on her face. After she got done with all the hassle of placing books onto shelves, she went to go grab her clipboard and walked around and took inventory as she conversed with some of her co-workers. She verified what they needed more of in simple terms as her pen scrawled across the paper, then she checked off what they had in and marked out what wasn't selling, then she highlighted what items were missing, and then she tallied everything up at the bottom of the sheet of paper, before going to replace the clipboard back at the designated work station.
Her mind drifted off towards Mr. Fitz as she walked over to work at the customer service counter, her head not really into what she was doing. He constantly stuck within the walls of her membrane like a remembrance. His precise words to her about what happened between them their first night together had been a mistake rung throughout her cranium. She had flinched at the blunt statement. Of course, she had read the regret in his eyes before, but never had he said the words to her face. She had been bothered by his words, but she hadn't let on that his words had any impact on her. Had he really regretted it? Or had it just been the alcohol talking? Or had it been over his distraught at losing Jamiee? She didn't know why it bugged her so much. It wasn't like she had any certifiable feelings for him. And she had meant it when she had told him that she wasn't going to fall in love with him. It did no good to development anything serious for him. Not that he would allow it anyway. She pulled herself out of her abysmal thoughts as she monitored the next five store shipments on the computer. She helped additional patrons as she ordered, reserved, or cancelled books for them on their online store. She even abetted customers over the phone with her expertise, taking vital calls as well. She searched the website for the books Spencer wanted her to find effortlessly with the click of the mouse. She answered her last phone call, and shut down the central computer as she disregarded the unwanted attention of the flirtatious males surrounding her as she focused on her work. Only one man held her interest.
Aria was more than pleased when it came time for her lunch break. She didn't feel like leaving work and having to come straight back, so she opted to have lunch at the café in the store. She stood in the long line as she waited to order her food. It wasn't that long until the line was moving smoothly. She smiled at the girl she recognized as Aimee working at the service counter as she placed her order. She was surprised to see her. She usually didn't work until night shift. Aria shrugged her shoulders carelessly as she looked around the store, her eyes absorbing all the diverse customers. The book rack was pretty busy today. She guessed it was because it was a Saturday, and people didn't have many important things to do besides relaxation. She ordered herself a Cheeseburger with ketchup, bacon, and onions, large French fries without a lot of salt, a slice of Pecan pie with whipped cream, and a cup of hot herbal Tea with lemon. She paid her money, and then she waited off to the side for her food. It wasn't that long of a wait as she grabbed her tray of food off the counter, and then she sauntered over to take a seat at one of the numerous round tables. She was just about too chowed down into her ambrosial food, when her cell phone rung, interrupting her highly upset tummy. She fumbled into her pocket for her phone, and then without looking to see who called, she pressed the small electronic device to her right ear. She was secretly hoping it was Mr. Fitz, but then she came to the crazy realization that she had never gave him her number, or got his number in return.
"Hello, "Aria said into the phone as she plucked the bottle of ketchup up to dump some more onto her Cheeseburger, licking up the little drop that fell onto her finger.
"Hey cutie," Adam's vibrant voice filled her eardrum. "I was calling to reconfirm are plans about tonight. Are you still game? Please say you are".
She had totally forgotten about her plans with Adam tonight. Honestly, she hadn't even once thought of him at all today. As much as she wanted to back out with hopes of spending another night with Mr. Fitz, she couldn't. She had already promised him. And, plus she wanted to see his sister Lauren.
"Yes," Aria said smiling into the receiver, before taking a large bite of her Cheeseburger. "Lauren is still coming right? I can't wait to see her".
She couldn't keep the excitement from out of her voice.
"Good, I'm glad to hear it. And about that, Lauren couldn't make it. Evidently, she and mom ate at some new Jamaican restaurant and she got some kind of food poisoning," Adam said conversationally. "But she's going to be all right. I just told her to stay away from any Jamaican restaurants from now on".
"That's terrible. I hope she gets better," Aria said with compassion, her own stomach hurting at the horrible experience as she dunked two of her fries into her ranch sauce. She was happy that she had never gone through anything excruciating like that. "So, it's just you, me, and your Dad tonight then?"
"No, Dad has to work a double shirft at the police station tonight," Adam informed her, speaking a little louder because of the million voices in the background at the supermarket. "It will just be you and me alone. Are you cool with that? I really did want you to have dinner with my family".
"Yes, I'm cool with that," Aria said laughing as she took another bite from her Cheeseburger. "Maybe I can have dinner with your family some other time again?"
"You're amazing, you know that," Adam said with awe in his voice, feeling as a smile shaped his mouth. "And definitely. I'll be sure to plan ahead, instead of at the last minute. What do you feel like eating?"
"What can you make? Or are you cooking?" Aria asked as she popped a fry into her mouth, munching as she waited for the deep sound of his voice again. "Just to warn you I hate anything with carrots or spinach in it".
He laughed at her admission.
"Well, I'm a lousy cook for starters, but I make killer Tacos and Nachos senortita, "Adam said that little bit in Spanish, sounding proud. "Do you like salsa? Or would you prefer guacamole?"
"Wow, Mexican. I'm impress senor, and that sounds delicioso," Aria said back in Spanish, copying him. Spanish classes had truly come in handy. "And I love both, so either one is fine".
"Okay," Adam said, sounding thrilled. "And I really hope Mexican is all right. I just didn't want to get you sick if I attempted to make you anything else".
"No, really it sounds prefect," Aria with absolute honesty, before taking a sip of her steaming Tea. "What are we drinking?"
"I'm throwing together some Margaritas for us", Adam said with a hint of mischief in his voice. "Are you okay with Alcohol being in it? I don't have to put Alcohol in yours".
"Sounds tasty," Aria said smacking her lips as she stuffed another French fry into her open mouth. "I'm no stranger to liquor".
"So, is that a yes?" Adam asked with a sexy chuckle, which sounded a lot deeper over the phone. "I promise not to take advantage of you. "I'll be a perfect gentleman".
Aria had to laugh at that, knowing Adam all too well. But, she did trust him".
"Si," Aria said, speaking in Spanish again as she took another sip of her hot Tea.
"That's my girl," Adam said with laughter. "Look, I have to get back to work, but I'll see you later on tonight".
"Hasta pronto!" Aria said flawlessly.
"Hasta luega," Adam responded good-bye back in his choppy, somewhat sloppy Spanish.
She hung up, putting the cell phone back into her pocket. Her lunch break was over with, and she hadn't eaten all of her food. Time had slipped away as she got lost talking to Adam. She was still hungry, but there was nothing she could do about that now. She got up begrudgingly, hating that she had to throw away perfectly good food. Her abdomen giving a twisted jerk as the food fell off the tray into the trash. She mourned her wasted food for a fraction of a second, before getting back to work. She would just have to get something else later, or she would just wait until she got to Adam's house tonight. She got back to work, working at one of the cash registers at the front of the store. Her fingers were getting numb as she rung up customer after customer, smiling somewhat stiffly. She was getting sick from the smell of money. Her mind was freezing up as she counted up the customers change. She was more than thankfully when a guy came to relieve her of her position. She went to go help Jennifer out with the store props she was having a hard time dealing with. Decorating was definitely easy, but she couldn't wait to clock out completely .
"So, are you going to the junior prom?" The blue eyed girl asked as she took a prop from her. "We only get one".
Jennifer was her friend from Physics. She was sweet, nice and beautiful, and popular like Aria.
"I don't know. I haven't decided yet," Aria said with uncertainty as she bit her bottom lip, handing the red headed girl the staple gun. "I know that Hanna is going".
"Please tell me that you're coming," Jennifer begged her as she took another prop from her. "And yeah, she told me that she's going with Caleb".
"Are you going?" Aria asked as she gave her the tape. "Spencer is going because she organized it, but I think Emily has to work that night".
"Of course. I'm going with Alec," Jennifer said, not being able to hide her blush. Aria couldn't blame her. He was the quarterback of the varsity football team. And he was hot to look at. He just wasn't her type. "And that's a bummer about Emily not getting off to go. Do you know about Wes going?"
Jennifer watched for her reaction, but Aria just gave her a blank expression, hoping that she would somehow get the message. She could care less who Wes was going out with, or taking to the junior prom. She wasn't going to lose any sleep over it. She had dumped him, and she preferred not to look back.
"He's going with Tiffany Wesley," Jennifer shared with her as though she had asked, taking another prop from Aria. "Supposedly, they've been dating for three days now".
"Great," Aria said with a tight smile, trying to keep the irritated look from her facial expression.
Aria punched out, and she was officially off of work. She was starved for fresh air as she walked out of the book rack, inhaling the air and all its fumes acquisitively. She had a spontaneous idea involving Mr. Fitz. She was still craving for food, and she wanted to see him again. Just thinking about what they had done the night before brought a warm feeling to her belly, making her thoroughly wet. She thought that he was probably home about now. Never one to back down from a challenge at getting what she wanted, she walked three doors down to the Chinese restaurant Shun Xing. She waited in line behind a couple, looking over a menu to see what she was going to get for her and Mr. Fitz. She had no clue what kind of Chinese food he liked. She didn't want to get anything he was allergic to. She chewed on her bottom lip nervously as her eyes roamed over the different food selections. Everything looked so yummy. She was going to go with her gut instinct when she put in her order, feeling fairly confident. She ordered them a large Beef Fried Rice with a dollar extra of Shrimp, Lobster, and Pork, then a large House Lo Mein and Fried Chicken Wings, Terriyaki Chicken, two Spring Rolls and Egg Rolls, Cheese Wonton and Friend Crab Sticks, and Fortune Cookies. She headed towards a yellow and white booth to wait on her and Mr. Fitz's food.
While she waited, Aria peeked into her bag of items she had purchased at the book rack just before she had left. She had brought books by her favorite female authors of all time. They wrote good romance, mystery and suspense, and smut that were out of this world. She got seven books by Karen Robards, three by Lisa Jackson and two by Johanna Lindsey, four by Elizabeth Lowell, and five books by Connie Mason. She reached a hand into the cream colored bag, her fingers caressing the fine paperbacks as she traced the titles with her fingertips. She got up when her phone number was called, stopping by the cooler to grab two can sodas, before going up to the counter to paid for their food. She watched patiently as the Asian girl put soy sauce, duck sauce and chopsticks, napkins, and plastic white forks into her big brown paper bag, and then she handed the order over. She took the heavy bag, and then she left out the restaurant, heading towards her parked car.
The drive to Mr. Fitz's apartment was short and quick with the fewer cars she encountered. Her fingers were drumming on the steering wheel as she drove into the parking garage. She was smiling like a lunatic as she took hold of the grocery store like bag from the car, before making her way up to the tiny apartment. Her breath caught at the thought of feeling him inside of her again. Would he let them have a third time? She would sex him better than last night. Better than the first time. All he had to do was say yes. It was a simple uncomplicated response. But, then again, everything with Mr. Fitz was complicated.
Aria was just about to knock on his door, when she was momentarily distracted by the door across the hallway opening up instead. An older coloured woman with gentle dark brown eyes, and a warm smile stepped out of her apartment, her face showing her surprise at seeing Aria outside of Mr. Fitz's door. She gave Aria a friendly smile. Her smile was so infectious, that Aria couldn't help but to smile back at the nice woman. Aria could tell that she had been a beauty in her time.
"Are you looking for Ezra dear heart," The lady asked in a wispy voice as she gazed into her eyes. "My you sure are a beautiful picture. My name is Pattie Mae Johnson, and you are?"
Aria smiled again shyly.
"Aria-Aria Montgomery," Aria said softly as she smiled once more. "And yes I am".
"I'm sorry to tell you this sweetie pie, but Ezra is gone," Pattie Mae Johnson said as clutched her big crocodile purse in her hand. "Yeah, I think that's about right. I saw for myself. He had suitcases and everything".
The earth felt like it was caving in, getting ready to swallow her up.
"Wha-What" Aria stammered as her heart drummed sonorously as she looked back at the older lady like she had gone senile. "Are you sure?" She knew for sure that Pattie Mae could hear it. That couldn't be right. Could it? Mr. Fitz just wouldn't leave town without telling her. He wouldn't just take off. Would he? Then again, she didn't know him all that well. She just never peg him for that type.
"Do you know when?" Aria asked, as she finally brought herself from out of her comatose woman had to be mistaken somehow. She had to be.
"I think it was about around noon is when I saw him," Pattie Mae said adamantly in thought as she put her finger to her lips to recall the memory. Yeah, that's about right. I have a good recollection so I never forget a face. Especially not a face as handsome as Ezra Fitz".
Pattie Mae gave a little titter of a laugh. She had been at work. If only she had known. What would you have done? She asked herself.
"Do you know when he'll be back?" Aria asked as she was biting her bottom lip, her heart still beating fast inside of chest as she tried to comprehend what Pattie Mae had said. "Is it possible that you may have gotten it wrong?"
She didn't want to sound disrespectful, or anything, but she was having a hard time believing this revelation. But, somewhere deep inside of her mind she knew Pattie Mae was speaking the truth. She had no reason to lie to her. She didn't know her, or what her relation was to Mr. Fitz. She felt bad at her wrong perception of the kind older woman. It was like she couldn't breathe. Couldn't seem to face the harsh reality that was staring her back in the face. Couldn't accept the hard evidence thrown at her. Was she having a panic attack?
"I think I heard him tell the person on the phone that he was leaving for a while. That he had to clear his head and sort some things out," Pattie Mae rattled on, failing to see the color draining from out of Aria's face at each pronunciation. "He said that getting out of Rosewood was for the best. That it was the right thing to do. That the opportunity couldn't have come at a more appropriate time.
She shook her head, trying to clear away the fog as she tried to put pieces together.
"Do you have any idea where he went?" Aria asked in a soft whisper, hoping to get an answer out of the woman. "Did anyone else show up with him? Maybe a gorgeous woman with black hair?"
"I'm sorry dear, but I don't" Pattie Mae apologized with a sympathetic smile as she noticed Aria's distressed look for the first time as she eyed the young girl with motherly concern. "And I'm confident that I saw him come alone. Are you all right sugar? You look a little bit under the weather".
"That's a good sign," Aria said more to herself out loud. She was relieved to hear that Jamiee hadn't been with him. "And I'm fine".
Aria knew that was a lie. She wasn't fine, but she smiled reassuringly anyway. She tried to mask her countenance as best as she could, not realizing that the old lady wasn't easily fooled.
"And how do you know Ezra honey?" Pattie Mae asked; still not quite convince that the girl was okay. "I'll admit I've never seen you around here. I just know his girlfriend Jamiee, and his best friend Reed".
"Mr. Fitz is my high school English teacher, "Aria said dazedly, not seeing the harm in disclosing that information to her as she looked off in the distance.
Aria had no idea that she was breathing heavily, or that she was looking paler by the second. She didn't even hear when the woman asked her a question, or when she repeated that same question. Where did Mr. Fitz go off to? Was she the reason? Of course she was. She choked back a bitter laugh. Now she didn't even know if he would ever come back and finish the school term. She wasn't ready for their affair to be over with.
"Dearie are you sure you're all right?" Pattie Mae asked again as she shook her arm gently, looking over the girl's shaky form, not liking what she was seeing.
"Yeah, I'm fine" Aria lied as she shook her head again, rubbing her hands across her face as she gave her a half smile, before biting her bottom lip again.
"Well, if you're sure, "Pattie Mae said with a look of skepticism as she stepped away from her, still giving her a weary look, but she didn't push the subject. "I don't feel comfortable just leaving you like this dear heart, but I have to get to my doctor's appointment at Rosewood's medical center".
"Oh, I'm okay really," Aria said with a strong conviction as she waved it off, toughing up her exterior as she looked into her troubled eyes.
Aria watched as the woman walked off, seeing as she gave her a backward glance, still checking to see if she was all right. Only when she was completely out of sight, did Aria let her false facade fall. She hugged her middle as she leaned against the door, looking unseeingly out as her mind contemplated everything. What was wrong with her? She and Mr. Fitz weren't anything to each other. They weren't an item. What did she expect? Nothing her mind screamed. It was true, but why did she care? Why was she feeling this way? God, she was so confused at her bizarre behavior. She hugged herself tighter, shutting her eyes as she took deep breathes, breathing in and out as she gathered her thoughts. It felt like everything was spinning. Like she could scarcely breathe correctly. Think rationally. She was being dramatic. Wasn't she? Did Mr. Fitz want to get away from her that bad? Apparently, yes. Her throat contracted at that thought. She was having trouble swallowing passed the huge lump that had formed in her throat. Her teeth sank deeper into her soft lip as she tried desperately to shut out everything around her. Every sound. Every little noise that tried to break through her barrier.
She had known this would happen. That her little seduction game would end eventually. She just didn't think that it would have ended this soon. Mr. Fitz was a grown male for god sakes. She had asked for this. She was the one who had started this whole reaction chain of events. Was she dewy-eyed to think that she could keep this charade up? From the beginning it had just been a conquest for her. Sex, and nothing more. Nothing else. Nothing serious anyway. Just a big fat win in her corner. She had just been determined to prove to herself. Proved that she could do it. That she could do whatever she wanted. Get anything she wanted at the snap of her fingers. How wrong she had been. She had been Stupid, naïve, and cocky. She had been so self-assured in her plans. In the fact was, she didn't know anything. Was she that idiotic to think that she could keep him enthralled with her? She bet he thought that she was just some dimwitted little school girl. She bet that he was somewhere right now laughing at her. She laughed to herself acidly, trying to keep herself from blubbering like some infant. She had thought that she was playing him along, but in the end he had played her. He had played her like a fiddle. How could she not have seen? Known at least?
Why was her chest hurting? How could she have been so dumb to believe his words of not wanting to hurt her? Was she hurt? No, she wasn't. She didn't know if she was being in denial, or if she was being delusional. She was neither. She didn't care really. She had never set out to catch real honest to god feelings for him. To get attached to him. Sex from him had been the only thing she had been after right from the start. She just didn't understand. She opened her eyes back up, pushing herself from off of the door, her eyes glancing down at the brown paper bag of food at her feet. She had to get away from here. So many confusing emotions were running through her head pestering her, and she just wanted it all to stop. She didn't want to stay there and face them. To remain and face whatever real truth there was to be discovered. She had more important things to think about, her date with Adam tonight being one of them. Her feet of their own accord, carried her away from Mr. Fitz's apartment. She didn't for a minute look back. She just kept going. She was going to go home and get ready for her night with Adam. She smiled warmly at that thought. Her last thought being that Mr. Fitz couldn't run, that he couldn't hide either. That he would forever be haunted by his memories of her, her lips twisting up into a seductive smirk. Just how long would he be able to stay away from her?
Sorry for the wait guys, but I am really busy. Especially with work. I had a little writers block and I wasn't too happy with how this chapter turned out, but I promise that the next chapter will be way better. Anyway, What did you think? Review and be perfectly honest. Ezra POV is up next.