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Anger Management (randomthingslover1 and boyo111)

Watching Aria squirm under him, Vincent enjoyed watching her orgasm. Her face changed and shifted, the look in her eyes as the lust gave way to pleasure. Vincent loved watching that moment when a woman came when he was inside her. As her hips moved, her body quivered, there was that feeling of velvet muscles squeezing his erection. When Aria leaned back and caught her breath Vincent began to move slightly faster, bringing himself closer as he lay on top of her. Recalling their session in bed before, and how sexy she looked spread out on his desk, in the office. In that instant he went over the edge.

A long, low moan escaped him as his hips pushed in, his back arched as he held himself up and over her. His balls tightened as he felt himself flood Aria, a wave of thick cum spread out from his cock to fill up the empty space within. Fingers unclenched from the sheets as he lay back down on her, kissing her mouth again. Tasting the salty tang of sweat on her lips, his cock softened within the wet depths of her thighs.

Moving himself out of her lay next to Aria an arm around her waist, rubbing his forehead against hers. "That's round one," he laid his lips against her neck kissing hard, a hand coming up to lightly tease her nipples.
 
Aria felt the heat leave her stomach as she panted loudly, trying to regulate her breathing.She closed her eyes, as her fingers loosened and her toes relaxed along with her body, her chest rising up and down. Vincent gave her the biggest and most pleasurable orgasms, he knew exactly where to linger and where to stop, what to push and what to soothe.He was still in her, and now had increased his pace.Oh good Lord, if he kept doing that, she might end up having another orgasm.

Her body arched as another moan left her lips.She felt his member twitch and harden even more and not long before he released too.She closed her eyes, smiling at what just happened.All the pent up desire was now out, the room covered in a thick air of passionate sex.And what was even better was the fact that she wasn't going to end up hating herself this time, after sleeping with him.She felt him slide out from her, as he lay next to her.She turned to him, kissing him back slowly, thinking she might just cuddle with him now.She smiled as an arm wrapped around her waist, bringing her closer to him."Another round?'She repeated, genuinely shocked.She had never went on 'rounds' with anybody and the thought both, made her nervous and excited.His previous words about not leaving until they were spent or they would end up too sore to move now made more sense as she moaned, feeling him kiss her neck.She tilted her head to give him more skin, her body shivering in response to his touches.

She had thought it was over.Oh, how mistaken was she.It had just started.
 
As he kissed her neck he felt the quiver of anticipation run through her. Aria leaned back and moaned as he let his fingers run across the front of her, lying on the bed looking out the windows to the bright blue of the sky and sea. Vincent spent more time looking close at the thick, brown hair that nestled before him. Still excited and enthused about her, pulled her body close, feeling the soft skin of her ass nestle against his spent erection, though he felt a twinge of life come back.

His fingers ran lightly over her nipples, stroking the silky soft skin of her thighs Vincent lost himself in exploring her body. Naked she was lovely, the curves and shape of her body was on display as she dressed but nothing was like the nakedness that was draped before him now. Kissing down her neck and to the swell of her breasts he licked and sucked her nipples. Playing with the stiffening nub between teeth and tongue.

Stroking from her thighs to the wet lips of her pussy, wet and slick from their first session, Vincent timed his movements with his tongue and fingers to arouse her more. Feeling her body react, still sensitive after her orgasm he wondered if he would be able to get her to cum again, and how soon. It had been awhile since he had spent more than one night with a woman, he liked the challenge that Aria represented, and as he teased her clit and nipples enjoyed hearing the moans and sighs that escaped her lips.
 
Aria should have known he was about to tease her.She whimpered lightly, as he pulled her close,pressing her back to his muscled chest.She closed her eyes a little, feeling him really starting to get her.She felt his penis press tightly to the crack between her butt cheeks as she moaned in delight.."Vincent..."She purred, in complain to his teasing, her voice low.

Aria held her breath as his fingers teased her innocent nipples, flicking them before his tongue dominated over them.She gasped feeling the hot wet sensation on one of her most sensitive stops, as her hips arched in response.She felt the familiar heat starting to build up in her stomach,as she bit her bottom lip, trying to muffle the moans her body forced her to make."Oh god"She gasped, as his skilled fingers slid down slowly, like melting butter, to her aroused and wet pussy, beginning to tease it as well.Aria moaned out loudly, throwing her head back.Her face showed the struggle this sinful torture began in her, as her body arched in his touches.

She was getting drunk in his touches and knew, soon she was going to orgasm again.Her ankles wrapped around his waist as she screamed out in pure bliss, her orgasm hitting her hard.
 
"That was a nice one," Vincent purred as he pulled his fingers from her pussy. Slick and glistening with their juices he wondered what she would taste like now, with both of them in there. Shrugging it off he slid his fingers down between her thighs again, seeking out her clit and running a finger around it. Tantalizing her, teasing her like a plaything. Which, to him, right now, she was.

"What do you think," he mused aloud as he felt the lips spread under his touch. Using his fingers to expose her insides as he teased her, finger fucking Aria as he nibbled and kissed her shoulder and neck. "Should we do it on the balcony and show everyone on the beach?" Rubbing his cock against the crack of her ass he felt the erection slowly come back.

"Perhaps on your knees while I fuck you from behind," talking about what he was going to do was arousing in a way. Imagining it and telling her about it, how good it would feel to take her in a certain position, whether or not they could be seen, or how deeply his cock would penetrate her. All of it came out between his mentions of what position to take next.

"I know," he told her with mock surprise as if he had suddenly discovered or thought something profound. Already his cock was rather stiff and pressing hard between her cheeks. "On the bureau, and I can watch you in the mirror as I fuck you like you have never been done before." He added the last part as both challenge and promise, "what do you think?" He asked her, his fingers alternately slipping deep inside her soaked lips, the sound of them almost like the hard fucking they had done earlier, "any requests my dear?"
 
Aria panted as he pulled out his fingers.Closing her eyes, she tried to calm her excited body down, but a small whimper left her lips as his fingers came back.She could feel the wetness and soreness of her body, but knew Vincent was far from being done.A loud moan escaped her lips as his fingers seeked out her clit, and rubbed against it sending jitters of pleasure down her body.

His ideas shocked her.They were so bold and intimate.One thing was clear, that Vincent wanted her and he wasn't to claim her.But the question was, was she bold enough to actually agree to any of these? Bold enough to choose one? They were young and were supposed to try things like this, but Aria wasn't sure if she was the right person for it.

The feeling of his lips nipping on her skin was wonderful, and the fact that he was fucking her with his finger heavenly.Even his fingers felt so good.She turnedto him sslightly, when he asked her that.One thing was for sure, that they were gonna do one of those things. "I have never done any of these'She said, hervovoice as a whisper. "But i would like to try it out"Showing it on the beach sounded erotic yet too public and her being on the knees was too degrading for the feminist in her.The mirror one was not only taboo yet exciting. "You Choose"
 
A wide smile came back to him as she told him to choose, "very well." Was all he could say, the excitement welled up inside him as he slid off the bed, picking her up easily, and pressing his lips to hers. She was light in his arms as he took the few steps to the bureau and set her on the side of it, where she was just the right height to him. It was like being in the office again, except this time he could see her back in the mirror, the cascade of long, brown hair down her back.

"I don't know why, but this is always so much more exciting," the thought of it perked his interest more. Taking cock in hand he slipped back inside her. Like a familiar warmth his shaft was enveloped in a soft, moistness that slipped slowly down his length and he slowly inserted himself.

She sat on the edge of the bureau, thighs spread, ass perched so that her pussy was just at the edge giving him access to her. With a short stroke he pulled out and in, never more than halfway, feeling his length rub against her as he did so. As his cock entered her it was like a new wave of sensation filled him, the smell of her wrapped around them like an embrace. The sweet, rough musk of their sex filled his nostrils, the taste of her lips and mouth danced on his tongue. A slight moan escaped his lips as he watched her hips roll back and forth in the mirror while he fucked her.

A hand came up to tease a nipple, to hold and caress a breast, with her like this it was as if she was on display for him. Just for him. Vincent was going to take full advantage of that.
 
Aria felt him leave her side.She smiled feeling his arms wrap around her waist and gently tug her up to him.She wrapped her arms around his muscular arm, kissing him back.Her lips felt so sore but it was worth kissing him.Every single time.Her eyes lit up in excitement as he carried her to the bureau. "Nice choice"She confirmed, gasping as her butt cheeks rested on the table.She looked up at him,prepared for him.

"Ahh..Vincent...."She moaned his name as he slid inside in her again.And again, they were one.She moaned, her nails clawing his back.She kissed his neck as his hands worked on her nipples. Why should she be the only one to suffer under his teasings? Her lips kissed his nipples, her tongue slowly yet seductively licking each nub before she lightly bit on them.Smiling, she worked her way up again, kissing his neck.Leaving a trail of kisses, she reached up to his jaw then to his ear.Kissing , sucking and nibbling on it, as her fingers lost themselves in his soft hair, messing it up with every movement.

Her hips bucked up as she moaned, feeling her orgasm hit her again.Her body arched as she screamed out his name in pure bliss, her cum travelling down her legs. "Oh..God.."She panted, resting her head on his shoulder and hiding under his large frame.
 
As she came Vincent slowed his pace a moment, enjoying the twitching feel of her muscles as her body tensed and pressed into him. Muscles gripped and released his shaft in a way that turned him on more, why he liked to bring his women close to orgasm before fucking them. When they came while he was inside them the feeling was bliss, and for a moment he enjoyed the feeling as Aria was laid before him on the dresser her hips bucking and the sudden warmth of her cum flowed down his shaft.

For a few moments he kept up the thrusting and felt the hair around his cock beginning to soak. The wet feeling intensified as the sounds grew louder the more he kept up the pace. Holding her close, feeling her nipples and soft breasts press into him he kissed her hard. Lips and tongues meeting and merging while he could hear the soft lapping sounds continue.

Picking her up he carried her to the sofa while still within her. Thrusting himself in a few times to get even deeper inside as he walked to the sofa and lowered her. "I love this position," he whispered to her as he pulled her onto her knees so she faced towards the large windows and the ocean.

Kneeling behind her slipped himself back inside grabbing her ass as he ran a hand up the front of her body. Feeling the curve of her hips and breasts as he began to pound harder and faster into Aria, enjoying the feel of her, the sound of her moans as he came closer and closer. Until that last thrust when he was buried deep and let out a long moan, feeling himself empty a large, heavy load within Aria.

"Oh yes," he moaned as he pulled her lips back and held his hips close. Her body wrapping about him, the softness, the wetness wrapping around him, flowing down his shaft as he held close, falling over her back. Inhaling her scent, the sweat, the musk of their exertion he kissed her neck and ear, keeping her next to him. Holding her as close as he wanted to keep her.
 
Aria gripped the end of the bureau, tilting her head back as he thrusted in her.She wrapped her legs around his hips, moaning in pain.She closed her eyes, panting hard.She had never been fucked so hard, and so much.Vincent was opening her to new desires, to new passion she never knew existed.She pulled closer to him, pressing her body to his.Her soft breasts nuzzled to his chest, as she kissed him.

"Vincent!"She gasped, her eyes wide as he stood up with her still her.She wrapped her arms around him, moaning in bliss as he walked.With every step, every movement, he went deeper making her moan out in delight.Who knew something as normal as walking could cause such enormous amount iof pleasure.She gasped again, as he put her on the sofa, walking behind her.

She closed her eyes, gripping the sofa's arm support, as he started to thump her again."Oh Vincent!"She moaned out, crying out as he fucked her.She moaned in pure pleasure, feeling his cock twitch.She yelled out as she came with him, laying down as soon as he was out."I-I can't ta-take it anymore "She panted, nuzzling into his chest. Her head rested on his shoulder, her eyes closed as she tried to regain her breathing. "This was the best sex of my life"
 
Vincent loved hearing that. He knew he was good, watching the number of orgasms each woman had while he played, toyed, and fucked them was proof enough. To hear it was the cherry on his sundae, especially if it was popped. To that he laughed at himself, catching his breath as he lay back on the sofa his back sheened with sweat. It'd been awhile since he found a woman worthy enough of his attention to spend this much time with, Aria was not disappointing. As he looked at her naked body, draped on the sofa before him, it was a delight to see, and feel.

His hand ran up her leg to her waist and curled around to stroke her flat stomach, pulling her back towards him again. Turning her mouth to his covered it with his lips. "You bring the animal out in me," he growled to her jokingly. Feeling her body next to him, the soft ass cheeks pressing into his cock, a stirring of life coming to being.

Rubbing her wet pussy a little he enjoyed the feeling of the wetness of it. The slick juices that covered the puffy, pink lips, strained from all their fucking. Touching it he could feel her body twitch from the use, he knew it was time to take a break but he wanted more of her. All of her, and there was one hole that he had not had yet.

"You know what I would like now?" He mused a bit, as he broke the kiss, as if trying to think of his next step, but he knew what it was. The redness of his cock told of how much it had been used, but the lust in him for her wanted more. Much as he liked her it was in bed that he could own her, have her all to himself. That was what he wanted now. "I could go again soon, but I'd love it if you could suck me off," as he said it he imagined her doing it. The sweet lips rubbing over his head, the pleasure of watching her head bob on his cock as her hair ticked his thighs, the whites of her eyes looking up at him. His cock became harder just thinking of it.

"Come on, a little quid pro quo?" He questioned her as he teased her pussy as if reminding her that he'd licked her, now it was up to Aria to return the favor.
 
Aria closed her eyes, the smile never leaving her face.She had about five orgasms, and that for her was certainly a big number.Undoubtedly, this was the best sex she had had in her already slim sex life.Sex with her first boyfriend was pure horror, always leaving her in tears.It was forced and humiliating, sometimes not even the least bit pleasurable.Sex with the second was alright, but it was boring.Every time he complained about wanting something new to try, but never attempted something and when she did, always scolded her.

But with Vincent, this wasn't there.He didn't force her and he even tried so many new things and it felt so good.Morever, it wasn't feeling less.It wasn't just one night stands or casual or meaningless. It was more than that and this made it much more better.She smiled as he pulled her close and kissed her again.Her eyebrows arched at his words, before she let out a little laugh."I'll take that as a compliment."She told him, blushing a little 'Vincent!"She complained, her body arching as he touched her over sensitive pussy, making her shiver with his each stroke.

Her smile faded at his request. Her face paled as she pulled back from him, fr his touch and body, sitting up.She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath.So many images ran across her mind, it was like a burst ofmemories."I'm sorry but I dont blow men"she said plainly,pulling her hair into a messy bun..'I just dont do it so dont ask me to Vincent.Just dont"she warned him, getting off the sofa.Her legs stumbled and she realized she was too sore to walk right now.Sighing, she managed to get to the bed and slipped under the covers, curling up.

She didn't want to think about it.It just was one of the dark places she had beemn im and she hated it.She also knew, that Vincnt could react in a thousand ways right now, she just hoped that his reaction won't split them up.
 
She told him no, then stepped away. Crawling into bed and curling up like some fierce little kitten. Her whole attitude now told him that she was tired, she was done, don't bother her. He'd lived through that once before. Never again. As she told him she didn't blow men he sat back and almost laughed out loud, if he wasn't so pissed. A simple thing he asked, he'd used his tongue on her already, tasting her sweet juices. Not even a negotiation, it was as if he'd asked her to let him pee on her or something disgusting like that, instead it was a no then off to hide under the covers.

"Well fuck you then," he roared as he stood up. His back ramrod straight as he kicked over the coffee table by mistake, then kicked it again for good measure, as if he had meant to do it. Problem was the wood was hard. His shin blazed a fire of pain that crawled up his leg, turning his anger worse. "After all this, I ask you for one simple fucking thing and you run and hide? Well fuck that!"

His voice rose, he knew it. Each time he said fuck it felt a little better, as if the anger was calmed just by using the word. In reality, it wasn't. He grabbed his clothes while his tirade continued, turning over furniture as if it was all in the way to slow him down. Screaming about how they'd had a great morning already, and she ruined it by crawling away. He didn't mean to call her names, but they came anyway. As he pulled on his boxers, grabbed his pants and a shirt, the instinctive to pat to check for keys, wallet, phone and he was still griping about her as he was dressed.

As he grabbed the door and pulled it open he turned, "unless you change your mind, you better not be here when I get back!" Slamming the door for good measure he stomped down the hall each breath burned in his lungs, feeling like he'd wasted so much with her. Opening up to only be treated like crap when he wanted a simple little thing. "Bitch," he muttered as he kept pressing the elevator button, hoping that each time he pressed it would get here faster. When it did, it wasn't fast enough.
 
And just like that the beautiful bubble popped into the harsh reality. She heard him curse as she shifted in the bed, her heart pacing wildly. When he kicked the coffee table she sat up, looking up at him alarmed.Her body jumped as he kicked it again, causing her to pull the covers over her body. Was he going to hit her?Her mind wandered as she looked at him fearfully, watching him kick down everything in sight.

His words stabbed her heart as she slowly looked down at her lap.She heard him yell at her, call her names in their worst form, blame her for everything. All of this for a simple blow job? Tears welled up in her eyes as she tried her best not to cry.He proved her wrong, he failed her.It was like she was seeing the true him, wanting her for her body alone.Couldn't he just respect her choice? Respect her hard limit? Respect her? Was it too hard or too much to expect from someone? Maybe it was, maybe for her.Her lower lip trembled as she quietly heard him call her a selfish whore, a dumb bitch, a stupid being.

She didn't look up at him as he warned her to leave, again throwing her out after using her.She didn't breathe, she didn't move, she didn't cry as he slammed the door.Once the calmness surrounded her, the first tear rolled across her face as she quietly removed the covers from her body.She numbly picked up her bra, and clipped it on before slipping on her panties.She stood up, her legs shivering. She managed to get dress, leaving his room with no memory off her. Slowly forcing her legs to walk, she somehow reached her suite and went to her room.Once she was truly alone, she curled up, letting the internal pain push her down.

She trusted him, like fool she believed every word he spoke.In the end, she was left in ashes.And the worst part was,her love for him never flickered.She laid down, curling bbeneath her covers and crying herself to sleep. She woke up a few hours later as her alarm rang, indicating that she had to pull herself up now and get to the convention. She sat up, rubbing her eyes.Everything felt like a dream, a bad, bad dream but sadly, the pain was real.She got out of bed and walked out, her legs feeling much better.She spotted Betty and Peter and smiled at them.But none of them returned her smile. 'Hi, What did you guys do all day?"She asked softly. Betty turned away from her Aria pressed her lips together, getting they were ignoring her."Peter?"She called out, her voice shaky 'Dont you fucking do that!"Betty interjected, glaring at Aria."We dont befriends sluts.if I had known you were such a cheapster, i would have never I talked to you.What kind of girl sleeps with her boss? 'Betty questioned.Aria had tears in her eyes; as she looked down.'I didn't expect this from you Aria."Peter said, his disappointment clear in his voice."I didn't know you were like this

Aria stood alone as they left her, making her cry.Vincent won.He made her lose not only hope at love again but her only friends too.She was all alone, once again.
 
Vincent walked into the bar, feeling like a loser. At war within himself sat down at the bar and ordering a whiskey wanted something hard to still the anger inside. His skin felt like it was seething on his body as he took a sip and thought back to how he'd opened up and let her in, only to have her refuse him like that. As he stared at the glass, watching the light reflect through the carmel colored liquid for a moment thought he had taken it too far. No, a deep part of him said, once they refuse a small thing then it escalates, that was how he started before.

That was a road he was not going down again, and he told her that. "It'a all her fault," he told himself softly. His hand gripped the glass tightly, if it was a movie it would explode in his hand. Setting it on the counter was glad it was not a movie, otherwise he'd be picking shards out of his hand for a week. "Can't do one simple thing for me, one simple thing," a shiver ran across his back as it welled up inside. An impotent anger directed at everyone, and no one, with no place to go it sat in his stomach and ached there.

"Why? Why did she have to say no?"

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Peter heard the door open and Betty's hand sat on his arm. They both knew who it was, if they hadn't been drinking already Peter would have gotten up. How Vincent manipulated her, he did not know. Betty said Aria was just that kind of person, how else to explain sitting on the plane together then breakfast, especially after Aria disappeared. It was confusing, Peter liked to see the best in people, it worked for him, Betty was the realist and she was usually right so he went along.

Betty got up oulling him up and out of the room, as he saw Aria there with those eyes full of pain he wanted to run over and hold her in his arms. Make her feel better. Betty held his arm in hers and pulled him out of the room and into the hall. He hadn't expected it of her, not with Vincent. Sure he was an ass, but none of the women in the office fell for his tricks anymore, they'd already warned him. He let her stay overnight, she was good, but to sit there at breakfast with Vincent's hand on her leg like he owned her, that much was clear.

Sighing, he hadn't expected it of her. Perhaps most of that was he liked her, liked her a lot. Betty was steaming as they walked down the hall and as they walked through the lobby saw Vincent at the bar drinking. "There's the lout," she said as she stopped.

"He looks pissed," Peter said, Betty smiling at his double entendre, "maybe, maybe...it wasn't really her fault."

"Peter stop being such a white knight, they were definitely together." Betty sighed and pulled him toward the pool and the pool bar. "You don't want to see it, but its obvious they are doing something. I just wouldn't think Vincent would be successful with someone like her, unless she wanted it. Any woman who wants Vincent," Betty just stuck her tongue out with a sick looking face. "I need a drink," she finished and pulled him along.

Peter, still didn't feel as convinced though, but knew better than to argue. For once, he needed a drink anyway, so he went along.
 
Aria didn't look up as she heard Peter and Betty leave.Tears rolled down her eyes as she sat on the island counter.Resting her elbows on the marble shelf, she hid her face between her palms, too upset to stop.Again she was all alone. She didn't know how, or why but she managed to lose everybody even when it is not her fault. All she ever wanted was someone to love and be loved.But now, after three failed attempts , she had finally given up hope.Not everybody got love.Not every body was the protagonist of life.Maybe she was just a supporting character, one who's life was insignificant.She felt her body ache and then suddenly she rushed to the washroom, hurriedly bending down near the sink.

She puked, coughing as she pulled back her hair.Coughing a little more, she opened the tap to let the water flow.Walking away, she leaned back on the cool tiles of the bathroom with her eyes closed.She felt weak and sick, but she couldn't just rest.The business party tonight was the main reason for this trip.It was full of opportunities for young people like them, and to miss it was to miss a golden opportunity. She was scared to meet anybody, she knew she didn't have the strength for it but it had to be done.But then, how far would she run? It was inevitable, unavoidable

She turned off the running tap before slipping in the shower.Cold drops hit her body as she stood motionless, trying to focus on the hard pelts of the drops on her body.Vincent's words over powered her thoughts, filling her with agony and pain.How painful was it going to be to get over him, when she still loved him?

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Her silver stilettos clicked as Aria stoped infront of the large mirror. She looked at her image-Open wavy hair, light make up and a white lace dress, nobody would be able to guess how deep drowned she was in pain.The black liner accentuated her bright hazel eyes, the artificial blush matching with the allure of her pink lips.She pulled her white lace dress from her cleavage, annoyed at it's stubborness to show off more cleavage than she wished for.
She had bought it together with Betty, her face dropping as she remembered about that fun shopping day.All that was gone and lost to her now.Taking a deep breath, she walked out of her room, switching off the lights. She looked up to see Peter dressed in a formal suit and intently looking over his tab, probably waiting for Betty.

She slowly walked past him, reaching over to the refrigerater and taking out a bottle of water.There was such silence between them and they could hear it when Aria twisted the cap to break the seal and poured the water in a glass.

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Peter looked at Aria as she walked in the room, the heels clicking on the tiles of the main room. The bar behind him was stocked with beer, liquor, wine, and water. There would be the bigger party later in the room, for those in his group, and a few select others. He had thought Aria would be one of them, but he wasn't sure now. Betty who had been one of her fiercest friends was now against her, not for ditching them but for sitting so close to Vincent who Betty loathed. When she saw Vincent's hand possessively on Aria's leg that was it for Betty and now she had worked herself up on what might have happened on the flight down with the two of them together.

Peter could not help but look again at the dress and the way she looked, Aria was beautiful he knew, but there was something inside that he admired. That fun loving sprite that wanted to get out, he saw it in the eyes, that person who just wanted to be loved. Peter had wanted to give it to her, but he was not sure now. Betty had been his guide for so long, this was the first time he was torn over her advice. He wanted Aria, or wanted to know more about her, but now that Betty was against her it felt like he would lose a friend if he pursued Aria. Peter always saw the best in people, that was who he was, and he wanted to do the same for Aria regardless.

"You look lovely," he complimented her. The twinkle in his eyes hopefully allowing Aria to read it in the spirit it was given, truly as a compliment and nothing else. Though he wanted more. Stepping a bit close, dropping his voice confidentially, giving her a smile as if to cushion the news, "you might want to stay away from Betty for a bit. She'll cool down, but give her a little time. Are you going to party with us tonight?"
 
Aria quietly sipped the water, before keeping the glass back in it's place. She looked up at Peter when he spoke to her, shocked by it. Was he mocking her?Didthe dress come off as sluty? Her sstomach turned in knots as she looked at him, as if trying to see the hint of what will tell her that he must be mocking her.But instead of any pun intended smirk was just a warm smile that made her smile a little too.

This was Peter.He wasn't like that.He wasn't rude or obnoxious or insulting.He was the kind who were called keepers, the kind who smiled, who opened doors and pulled chairs.The kind who would respect her wishes, her hard limit. But he was not Vincent .Why couldn't she have fallen for Peter? Why? Why had she fallen for a man who would never lov her? But then, that's the way the wicked cupid left.

"I know...it's fine.I understand why she won't talk to me.She likes to keep her distance from Sluts"She spoke, as Vincent's words rang through her mind about never ever calling herself that. But sadly, he had pushed her to that. The names he used for her came back again as she gently tugged her hair back, as if to push them past too."I don't think i'm welcomed anymore.I am going to take a cab.Can you..you write down the address for me? I'm not too sure"She bend down to grab the pad, as she gently gripped the pen and then offered it to him, not meeting his eyes.
 
As she said the word Peter felt a pang in his heart, as if he was hurt just by hearing her say the word. It was unfair, he didn't care that she liked Vincent, though he was unsure why anyone would find him attractive. Usually one night stands were his thing, why would he bother with Aria? Though secretly he knew why, she was a beautiful woman and wonderful person. To hear her insult herself like that made him uneasy, as if there was something cracked inside Aria. As if she was broken somehow. That might explain why she stayed with Vincent, though it made Peter wonder, why Aria? Vincent had never been known to date anyone more than once, a Himbo as Betty called him.

Peter reached out and touched her hand softly for a moment, as if that one touch could salve away any pain in her heart. He pined to help her, bring out the smile he had seen before, do anything that would make her unhappy. If she wanted to be with Vincent, he could deal with that, he knew his own relationships never lasted "too nice" they all said, but that was him. He just wanted the same for her. "You are not a slut Aria," he told her softly, looking down at her sadly. "You should never call yourself that. I don't care what anyone says, I will never see you that way."

As she ripped the paper off he wrote a number down. His number, then passed it over to her. "The party is downstairs in the ballroom, come when you feel comfortable. I will be happy to see you there." Using his finger to turn the paper so it faced her, "my number. I don't care what it is, you need something, call me. I won't judge you Aria, I don't care what time, or what it is, if you need help, call." He turned away, not wanting to know if she would reject his lifeline or not. With a last look at her, the longing in his eyes he stepped out, wanting a minute to still himself not knowing if she would breeze out of his life and the best woman he had ever met would be gone.

Or maybe she'd take his lifeline and come back to him. It was up to her.
 
Aria looked down, trying hard to hold back tears.She didn't respond anything when he told her to not call herself a slut.Right now, even if she wanted to, she couldn't because everybody made her feel like one.Vincent said it was all her fault, he called her that. Betty and Peter were not talking to her because she was acting like one, then how could she not call herself that when everybody implied it someway or other?

She looked up at him as he handed her the paper.She nodded, feeling a little bit better hearing him say that. Peter was the perfect man.The man who would love her despite her flaws.Who she won't be able to love whole heartedly, but he will be there to catch her before she even fell-only a yes was what he needed to be her prince in his shining armour and white horse.He was her happily ever after, her saviour. But what happens if the little red riding hood falls for the big bad wolf?

"Thank you"Aria spoke, watching him leave.She carefully kept his number beforegegetting her purse and walking out herself, the door closing behind her.Quietly she entered the elevator, patiently enduringall it's whims.Stepping out, she walked to the entrance; taking a deep breath. Just an hour She consoled herself. Just an hour in this hell.

The large ballroom was filled with people from all over the country. Happy people dressed in clothes worth enough money to a feed a poor for a month, people witj fake smiles.Aria walked around a little,occasionally seeing people from her office but no one passed her a single smile. So, the word was out She stopped seeing Vincent talking or rather judging by the loud laughs and feminine blush of the women around, flirting with a group of women.She turned away, seeing him filling her with unaccountable pain as she took a seat alone.
 
Vincent came back to the room finding it empty and cleaned, just like at home. The maids had come and put everything back into place. Too bad life was not as easy. He snorted in exasperation, part of him hoping she'd have been here still hoping to apologize and ready to get on her knees and worship his cock. He liked that. Few women ever minded sucking him off, just as he did not mind getting his tongue nice and deep inside a pussy, tasting those juices that flowed when she came. Frustration flowed over him again like a warm blanket as he thought of the No that Aria had given him.

Wanting to hate her spouted a few obscenities as he took out a whiskey nip from the mini bar and sucked it down, the soft aroma of peat and mash flooding his senses as he sat down. Feeling the weight of it all on his shoulders threw the bottle with a growl at the glass doors, the plastic bottle bounced off and settled on the floor. It made him feel slightly better, but not enough. "Maybe I'll find a new piece of ass at the party, forget about her. Yeah, that's it. Someone new, a new hole and get back into routine."

Laying out his clothes as he tried to think about something else knew she had gotten into him, Aria was under his skin. She knew too much about him to just not think about her, no matter how much he wanted to. A few drinks, a new woman, and he hoped to feel like himself all over again. With the clothes laid out he showered, shaved, and dressed. Admiring himself in the mirror knew he looked good, the rush from the workout at the hotel gym was gone as he stepped out of the room and made his way to the yearly dinner, yet she was still in his thoughts as he stepped into the room and made his way to the bar.

Tall, dark, and handsome he knew his attraction and he played it up. Finding some other women from the distant offices fell back into his groove of suave and charm. As he tried to decide who to take later he felt better, at least for the moment.

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Peter leaned on the bar, chatting to a few colleagues at the bar. He did not get to see them much, once or twice a year other than the party, it was nice to catch up. Email and instant messengers didn't really have the same appeal as a face to face conversation. Enjoying himself felt a familiar hand wrap around his arm as Betty found him and joined in the conversation. She was still his rock, and friend, though they did not seem to work out as a couple. He was glad she was here, to help him along. Peter had hoped to get to know Aria a bit more on the trip, though it sadly did not work out as he intended and that seemed to be the biggest loss of all.

They talked as the room filled, the bar's becoming a hive of conversation as people caught up and renewed relationships. The networking, the noise, the room filled with it all. Including the smells of the buffet as the food was brought in and revealed. The crowds gravitating over to the buffet lines, leaving the room a bit more open. Peter saw her there and it broke his heart, she was alone, at first her eyes on Vincent then turned away in disappointment. If only she knew, he told himself. A hand on his shoulder and he looked down to see Betty staring up at him with eyes that at first were angry, then dimmed with understanding.

"Go," she said. Pulling her arm free as she stepped away towards the buffet with the others. "If you don't you'll only torture yourself. Go," she turned him and then left him. She knew what he needed better than himself.

Taking a white wine he walked over and coming up behind her, admiring her ass for a moment in the dress. She looked fantastic, he held the wine to her side as he stood behind, as he struggled for something to say. Every word that came to his lips sounded inadequate the moment it touched his lips, but he struggled along anyway, "you looked like you could use this."
 
Aria stood alone, like a loser.She looked down and then around, hoping she would find somebody to atleast talk to.She saw the buffet being open, but didn't approach it just yet.It hurt to realize that Vincent wasn't going to come and say sorry, to kiss her or hold her.She had lost him forever.But then she wondered , did she ever even have him?

She turned when she heard a voice.Her hazel eyes resting on his blue ones, her lips curved into a small smile, the happiness of seeing him not being hidden at all.He came.She thought, carefully taking the glass of wine he offered "Thank you"She spoke for the wine as well as coming upto her.Peter was truly a very good man.One she had always wanted. She sipped the wine slowly, before looking up at him."I wouldn't be here if it wouldn't have been necessary"She told him, as if trying to apologize for holding him so much.She knew he was with her because he was a good man, not because he was in love with her or something like that.She forgot Vincent for a while, her back turned to him as she took a seatwith him, her eyes never leaving his.

"Um, You dont have to stay here with me.You can always go meet other people"She said, giving him the liberty to go.With her every movement, the dress moved with her, curving her body perfectly.
 
Seeing her look almost broke his heart. Was it from Vincent or was there something else about her he didn't know? To ask Aria would be impolite Peter thought, it was hard to open up for some people and as much as he would want to help he knew it had to come in their own time or he'd drive her away. That he did not want to do. He liked her as she was, just being near her made him happy, something he wanted to continue with, but the sadness in her itched at him. He wanted to know more, it was just not his place to ask, yet.

"Oh, the lines will be going for awhile. They always do," he waved it away. Then gave her a confident smile, "I am where I want to be."

So much he wanted to tell her, to help her out, only he knew better. He'd done what he could, given her the way to open up, if she would take it, that had to be her decision. For such a beautiful woman Peter wondered what had happened to make her like this. It seemed too ingrained to be Vincent, though he wondered if it was, and if so what could be do about it? Confronting Vincent might make it worse, or as he found when he tried to step in once before between a couple, found that something pulled them together and in the end he was alone.

"I know its hard to be the new person in something like this," waving a hand to the room that began to fill with the clatter of plates and the loud buzz of conversation. "Been there myself a few times," normally he could talk to anyone about anything, only with her he felt tongue tied. "I don't want you to be alone Aria, not now, not here. If you need it, my shoulder, and arm, are here to lean on."
 
Aria forgot about Vincent and the agony he brought for a while, her mind focussing on the man infront of her who was not only kind, gentle and sweet but also concerned about her.Her lips formed a smile as he said he was where he wanted to be and that was with her.With a shy smile , she looked down at her lap, a habit of when she felt complimented by a man before looking up at him."I am where I want to be too"She admitted.

She nodded hearing what he said, her smile widening as he said that he was always be with her."I'll remember that"She told him before playfully warning him,"Don't blame me if I never let go though.".She felt much better know, by just knowing he was with her."You dont think it is wrong of me to be with Vincent? "She asked him, softly. Finally she had found someone whom she could talk to.Who would not judge her too harshly, who would know with whom she was dealing with."I didn't sleep with for any extra gain, I swear.I met him before I got this job and it was just a one night thing..I was upset with my ex marrying my sister and Vincent was charming....I regretted it as soon as it was over.I know he did too because he threw me out at 2 in the morning..but then I saw him.."

Once it was out, it was all out.She had found someone who listened to her, who might even ease her pain.She told him about the time when he tried to seduce her, when he was successful in seducing her, about the trip and what happened today."Was it my fault? Did I ruin it Peter? I just can't do that..Blowjob....it forces me into dark places I do not want to visit"
 
Peter wanted to be there for her, expecting something to come from it but when the words tumbled out of Aria he was almost shocked though he covered himself well. Her knowing Vincent beforehand was almost too weird, but he knew that sort of desperation for companionship that drew her out, with her unfortunate meeting with Vincent. That put the stories he had heard into perspective, the one night romeo as Betty had said, though how she knew Peter never did ask. What he did not get was how she could be drawn to him again after what had happened, as if he was some charmer that could pull a woman back in when he willed. Sadly, Aria was caught by him, Peter did not really like that.

"Well he is not a bad looking guy," he admitted. Enough women who had worked in the office had said that on seeing Vincent, though it was his attitude later on that seemed to spoil it for them all. It took him a minute to think as he heard the crowds begin to disperse around the room. "Though he shouldn't force you to do anything you don't want to. No one should. If you aren't comfortable with something he must respect your choice, no matter what it is." Adding a smile to it and touched her arm, feeling her warmth through his fingertips.

"Isn't this just a pretty picture?" The voice came from beside them, the clink of ice in the glass as Vincent appeared beside them, a nasty glare down at them. The fire in his eyes was unmistakable.

"What do you want Vincent?" He asked looking away for a moment, as if that would get Vincent away from them. "We're just talking," he added as if he needed to excuse himself.

"I didn't realize you needed to talk by fondling her," Vincent sneered, rather too loud for the room. A few people nearby stopped to watch as if they could feel the tension growing slowly between the three of them.

Pulling his arm back, Peter stood up and looked Vincent in the eye, they were similar in shape and size. "It's nothing like that," Peter said sheepishly, feeling as if he had been caught somehow.

Vincent just smiled in triumph, as he looked down at Aria and for a moment it looked as if his eyes had softened, then looked up at Peter with all the malica that could be obtained from the glass in his hand. Vincent took a sip as the eyes glittered, and raised a shoulder, "no matter to me. If you want my cast off sluts that is."

Peter never knew it happened until after he found his fist in Vincent's stomach, the punch knocked the wind out of Vincent who stumbled back a few steps, the glass dropping to the floor where it rolled on its side spilling the contents on the floor. A collective gasp went up from the crowd around them, Peter heard Betty's voice calling him once. People closed in around them, the unmistakable chant going through their minds of a fight.

The eyes looked up at him triumphant, Vincent was smiling as if he had won, the voice rolled out smooth and venomous. "Oh, that is going to cost you," the unmistakable warning came as Vincent stepped back with a sneer and a dismissive look at Aria. With a look around them Vincent knew it was not the time or place, silently he stalked away through the crowd who were caught between relief and disappointment that it did not go further.
 
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