Forgive me, Aaron

It was late at night. At midnight, I look at the moon and think about him.

After a minute, my body acts on my own. With the slippers I have on my feet, I begin to run towards the moon and try to find the mansion this late at night.

By foot, it was an ass decision.

By the time I reached the gated community, they looked at me from head to toe and got real concerned about my almost dying state. They even offer me water before letting me in, but I kept suggesting it was something important.

As I limp towards the front yard of his mansion, I see Ms. Smyers stationed there, guarding his house. She raises her eyebrows at me, not in surprise but with a look that suggested, "I knew it."

"Where's he..." I gasp for air, bending on my knees.

"He's... inside. Sleeping. Just tell me why did he let me know you'll come running to him ONLY in the midnight?" She says, looking at her subordinate who jumps his shoulders.

"Ms. Smyers please... allow me in—"

"I bet. This isn't my house, Miss Ravine. Allow yourself to knock and disturb his sleep." Says Ms. Smyers. Indeed, she wasn't offering resistance at all.

It was only the door that was offering resistance, keeping me away from him. I wish I can break this door... but I realised I won't be any different than him when he was angry at me and broke through into the room like that. Honestly, I don't mind the scars I carry on my neck, it was a representation of his anger.

"Aaron..." I beg against the door, to let me inside his heart. He doesn't waver. Not a bit. If he did, he would have opened the door and swung me inside in the bat of an eye.

"Do you hate me, Aaron?" I cry and ask. My voice cracked terribly, I couldn't help myself from showcasing myself as a miserable woman.

"Babe... I'm sorry... I should have listened to you!" I scream at the end of the sentence.

Suddenly, the door swings open with force and stood there my man in a hot maroon robe. He was having a pretty face, all clean and shaved as if he went to a spa. Whereas I on the other hand was looking like I lost my house, my land and everything to the government.

I wail loudly when I see him, to gain his sympathy.

"What the hell...!" Even he was flabbergasted at my unusual rhythm of wailing. I never wail this bad, I never wailed for him.

"I'm sorry...!" I shout as he pulled me inside and stares at me, the door closed behind me.

I was wiping my face while wailing, I wasn't crying silently anymore.

Someone said to me in the past,

If I was crying silently, then I wasn't crying fully. I want him to know how guilty I am for my mistakes and he can stop punishing me already. Four hours being away from him was enough on my poor heart.

I wipe my snot and everything with the back if my hands, my mouth open as the sobbing sounds never stop.

Suddenly, I was pulled into his embrace by his own arms. The warmth that surrounds me so delicately made me want to cry harder.

"Shush..." he strokes my hair, wetting my tears even more.

"It wasn't your fault. I sent her back home... but she broke her ankle with the way I pushed her." I gasp, facing him.

"She scarred my relationship with you, I scarred her ability to walk straight forever." Again, I felt bad too. If I didn't run, or at least faced them, he wouldn't have pushed her and bashed her to the wall.

Well, I'm not wearing heels from tomorrow if that is the case. I'm abandoning all my wedges too.

"Tit-for-tat." He pronounces as I lose my self control.

Jumping up into his face, I bring him down with my weight, almost breaking his neck. I attack his lips with all my passion, getting him to synchronize with me as best he could with the shock.

"Whoa tiger!" We pull apart as he exclaims. Our mouths were like monkeys, red and glowing. He stares into my tear stricken face as he straightens himself up.

"You have two options." I stare at his two fingers he places in front of my face.

"One," one finger, the index finger goes down, "We kiss for an eternity."

"Two," he slowly turns his muddle finger aided fist as he smirks, I reciprocate immediately, "We fuuuuuck for an eternity. What's your choice?"

Without another word said, I move forward and wrap my lips around his middle finger, sucking them like a sex-deprived nymphomaniac.

"Fucking it is."

****

Our clothes... scattered away.

The window was open and all lights and fan switched off for the moonlit effect.

I was over him as his thighs were covered with his black silk sheets. He caresses my body as I ride him slowly, sluttily.

We don't converse about anything again. Just pure and undisturbed silence.

He occasionally sighs with moans and compliments, whispers at that. I keep chanting that it was so good as he stretches me over and over and over again.

He relaxes below me as I place my hands on his chest, riding him gently. My hips were moving on their own at this point, there was no extra emancipation of energy.

"Come here..." he whispers through the silence. Obliged to his words, I bend down as he holds my face in his hands.

"I love you." He kisses my nose so sweetly, the gentle smile on his face never fading. "I love you too, and I'm sorry—" suddenly feeling the need to apologize to him again, I was rightfully silenced by his lips on me again.

Melting right onto his body, the tension leaving my shoulders, I hug him and release myself completely on him. I'm sure I was crushing his dick, but I will pull out and sit on his stomach later.

For now, we endure the uncomfortability and kiss each other slowly, delicately, as if gathering all the love from our cells and exchanging it through our mouths.