-Rabena’s <i>POV</i><i>: </i>


    I arrived in Banton around 6:00 that Wednesday evening. It had been weeks since I wasst in this god- awful city. I’d told myself I was nevering back; but in order for the n to work, I needed to be here. Damon grabbed our bags as we made our way to our chauffer. Aaron and Vincent had already arrived early Monday morning, and my uncle and cousins would be here tomorrow. Monday evening while on facetime, Aaron had filled me in on what happened at his meeting with Thomas. I could hardly believe my ears.


    “Sa, wait, he thought <i>DANIELLE </i><i>was </i><i>the </i>one <i>who </i><i>created </i><i>that </i><i>proposal</i>. <i>She </i><i>could </i><i>barley </i><i>do </i><i>term </i><i>papers </i><i>back </i>when we were in school.”


    I couldn’t help butugh hysterically, was Thomas really that delusional? Now it all made sense why he kept insisting she was helping him expand his business. That’s when Aaron dropped the bombshell on me.


    “Oh, and the two <i>of </i><i>you </i><i>are </i><i>still </i>married<i>. </i><i>Apparently </i><i>he’s </i><i>loved </i><i>you </i><i>for </i><i>over </i><i>five </i><i>years</i><i>” </i>


    I damn near spit my water out when I heard that part. To think he would stoop so low as to lie and say we are still married to each other. In love! Please! The only thing he ever loved was humiliating me. The mere thought pissed me off in ways I didn’t know possible. Seeing my anger, Aaron let out a light chuckle.


    “You’re quite <i>adorable </i><i>when </i><i>you’re </i><i>upset</i><i>.</i><i>” </i>


    I rolled my eyes at that statement, I wasn’t trying to be cute, I really was pissed. Still, I couldn’t help but smile a little at his remark. Aaron was wearing me down each day, I could feel the ice around my heart slowly thawing. Still finding humor in my irritation, Aaron continued.


    “<i>There’s </i><i>no need </i><i>to </i><i>be </i><i>pout </i><i>future </i><i>wife</i><i>, </i><i>I’ve </i><iid </i><i>a </i><i>very </i><i>entertaining trap </i><i>for </i><i>your </i><i>ex</i><i>–</i><i>husband</i><i>. </i><i>He </i><i>actually </i><i>walked </i><i>right </i><i>into </i><i>it</i>.”


    After hanging up with Aaron, I quickly called a party supply chain in Banton that specialized in making invitations, I would make sure special invites went to my former family members.


    By the time Damon and I arrived at the hotel, Aaron and Vincent were finished with their conference meetings with the board back in Convington. As we made our way through the lobby, they were existing the conference room. As soon as we locked eyes, an instant smile formed on my lips. I could feel my face getting flushed with heat as I walked towards him. After shaking Damon’s hand, he embraced me with a passionate hug. It felt as if we hadn’t seen each other in years instead of just a few days, I couldn’t help butugh to myself, I actually missed him.


    Once everyone got settled into our rooms, we all had dinner in the hotel restaurant. Over dinner, we discussed the next part of our n.


    “<i>I’ve </i>already called <i>Chairwoman </i>Lockwood. She agreed to meet with us tomorrow.”


    Aaron gave a ‘proud like‘ smile. Sipping his wine, he began to speak.


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    <i>“</i><i>And </i><i>she’s </i>okay with all of <i>this</i><i>? </i><i>I </i>mean it <i>is </i>her grandson we’re <i>taking </i><i>down</i><i>.</i><i>” </i>


    I gave a lighthearted smile, while it was true Thomas was her grandson, she was furious when I told her of the divorce. Apparently Thomas had lying to her as well, keeping up the pretense that we were still married. Not keeping up his end of the bargain by maintaining our marriage was bad enough, but LYING, that she wouldn’t tolerate.


    Damon let out a low chuckle.


    “I’m pretty sure Grandma Lockwood loved Ruby more than she loved her own grandson.”


    After dinner, everyone went to their suites, Aaron rented out the entire three VIP floors for us as well as his staff and family members that would be arriving Thursday for the ball. We’d decided we would share a suite instead of getting separate ones, though he offered.


    <i>“</i><i>Are </i>you <i>sure </i><i>about </i><i>that </i><i>Ruby</i><i>? </i><i>I </i><i>don’t </i><i>want </i><i>you </i><i>to </i><i>be </i><i>ufortable</i>.”


    Truth be told, I was morefortable with him than I had ever been with Thomas. He made me feel safe


    and secure in such a short time.


    <i>“</i>I’m <i>sure</i>. <i>No </i><i>worries </i><i>soon </i>to <i>be </i><i>husband</i>, <i>I </i><i>trust </i><i>you</i><i>. </i>


    Aaron shed a bright smile that almost made my heart do a race down a 500 dash. Always so dazzling.


    After taking a much–needed shower, I was patting my hair dry when I saw him standing by the bay window. Wearing only pajama pants, Aaron was truly a work of art. Being that gorgeous should be a crime. I definitely didn’t trust my inner thoughts at that moment. He was finishing up a call when he noticed me staring like a fool. Brandishing a seductive smile, he walked over to me.


    “See <i>something </i><i>you </i><i>like </i><i>future </i><i>wife</i><i>?</i><i>” </i>


    Smiling.


    “Perhaps<i>.</i>”


    Still smiling at me, Aaron reached up and gently grabbed my hair towel, My long and wavy hair fell down my back and over my shoulders. He stared at my hair for brief moment before touching it.


    “Would <i>you </i><i>like </i>me to <i>blow</i><i>–</i><i>dry </i><i>your </i><i>hair </i><i>for </i><i>you</i>?”


    That was unexpected. Blushing I nodded my head slightly.


    “Sure<i>.</i><i>” </i>


    Aaron took my hand and led me over to the vanity in our bedroom. I watched him with steady eyes as he plugged in the dryer. He then took his hands and gently ran his fingers through my hair. Maybe it was jeg, or exhaustion, or maybe it just felt damn good. But I couldn’t help but close my eyes as he began to dry my hair. My hair was pretty thick, so it took about 20 minutespletely dry. To make sure it was


    thoroughly dry, he took some hair cream that smelt like roses and rubbed it through my hair. It felt so good I couldn’t help but let out a light moan.


    <b><i>-Aaron’s </i></b><b>POV</b><b>: </b>


    That sounding out of her mouth did something to me that was uncontroble. I had already been longing to touch her but told myself I would be on my best behavior. But the way she closed her eyes and that sound; I was beginning to betray my own thoughts. Rabena’s eyes slowly opened. She had this look of longing on her face, like she had been waiting for me all her life. That was it, n cracked. I leaned down and kissed her lips soft and slowly.


    Out of habit I woke up before sunrise that next morning. Rabena was still asleep. Her face was perfect mouth slightly open. I could still smell her sweet scent on my lips. I hadn’t intended forst night to happen, but I was most certainly d it did. Thomas was fool, the fact that he’d never touched her even after their marriage was ridiculous. Still, I relished in the thought of being her first and only.


    Now that the invitations had been sent, it was time to wrap this up, I had a wedding to n.


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