Page 13 of Free-Falling
I wait until she opens her eyes and looks at me, “don’t ever, ever fucking dismiss me, Ainslee.”
“I’m filming, Jagger,” she says.
“Good, post all of this so your followers can also see what happens when you dismiss and ignore me. Now, I’m on my way to pick up Karessa for the wedding, you sure you don’t want me to drop you off at the venue first?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “I’m good. I’ll Uber there. I’ll see you there.” she answers me.
“Give me another kiss, Ainslee.” I demand.
She cocks her brow. “What?” She asks breathlessly.
I groan, not giving a damn as I get on one knee, wrap my arm around her waist and pull her to me as I kiss her. I don’t care whether this gets captured in her little video because that’s not my goal. Kissing her is. I finally let go. This time letting all of her go and I leave the room all together without looking back.
“Fuck, sorry, guys.” Ainslee says. “I forgot that I’m live and the song playing in my background is Homicide Love by James Arthur.” She coughs.
I smirk knowing now she can’t delete the evidence, I’m sure I’ve given her an even bigger following.
* * *
I stand there, as the best man, while others come in at the last minute before the ceremony begins. Oran hasn’t walked in yet. I check my watch because Ainslee isn’t here. Did something happen? I hear murmurs and I look up. Ainslee has put her hair down in big curls, her dress is a midnight blue floor length, long-sleeved dress. The front causes me to choke as the neck of it is deep, stopping underneath her breasts. As she gets closer, walking down the aisle, I feel as though this is the first time this woman is walking towards me. Why am I nervous? It’s not my fucking wedding. Ainslee stops as she sees her family, she squares her shoulders and walks to sit opposite of them in the front seat right in front of me. She places one leg over the other and I cough because that split is so high stopping at her upper thigh, if she makes one wrong move, I’m sure I can see her pussy.
I clear my throat and concentrate on Oran coming out. I’m glad his wedding is much better than mine. He may not know it, but Karessa is exactly what my grumpy and lonely friend needs. Someone else besides me needs to see him for who he truly is. The boy/man that hid inside of himself when his precious mother passed away. Karessa doesn’t know this, but she’s just like his beautiful mother was. She had a kind and beautiful soul unlike these other founder’s families’ women. She didn’t belong with that sick fuck Elmer, but she loved him. It’s not really my place to talk or comment about this, but I know Oran thinks the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree and he’s right. But, he’s got it all wrong, he is his mother’s child too. He has her redeeming qualities even more than he realizes.
I watch as my best friend pretends as if he doesn’t fucking like Karessa. Her walking down the aisle makes me think back to my wedding, I smirk because I won’t ever forget my bride; the girl wanted to kill me. When Karessa reaches up to the altar to meet her groom, she has this look in her eyes. A look I know all too well, she likes Oran too, I just wonder how long it’ll take for my grumpy best friend to figure that out. This makes me look at Ainslee, she’s been ignoring me again ever since she arrived here. I practically stare a hole into her forehead, but she won’t turn to me. I know that she knows I’m looking at her. Ainslee still doesn’t look at me, she’s lucky this isn’t the place but I’ll catch her little ass in a bit and remind her again why you don’t ignore me.
* * *
At the reception, Ainslee is still acting like she doesn’t think I’ll snatch her little ass up and spank her on this very dance floor. I bite my lip and try to loosen my tie; it feels like my whole throat isn’t getting enough air.
“Can’t breathe?” Oran says to me.
I scowl as I glare at him from the corner of my eyes. “Shut up.”
My eyes go back to Ainslee, who is chit-chatting with Esme and some Bishops’ guards. She hasn’t even bothered to go near her parents’ table and her parents don’t seem like they really give a fuck. The DJ changes the song, and Ainslee’s face animates as she jumps up. I watch her walk over to the semi—empty dance floor, dragging one guard with her. Waiting for Tonight by Jennifer Lopez blasts, and she moves her body. I’ve seen Ainslee dance before or maybe I haven’t because the way she’s moving her body isn’t dancing. Is she fucking on the dancefloor? With the guard?
“You don’t feel a little jealousy right now? With how the bastard is caressing your wife?” Oran taunts me.
I shrug. “No, it’s her body and I’m not fucking her so, it doesn’t matter.”
Oran lowly chuckles. “Okay, friend. I heard a rumor that he was her first. Look at the way he’s touching her, almost caressing that split like he has every right to. You sure they aren’t fucking now?”
I swipe a hand over my face. “Oran, shut the fuck up before a fight breaks out at your wedding.” I flex my shoulders, trying my best to turn away from her, but I can’t.
The next song plays another JLo song, Dance Again, and it makes me wonder if he just wants to see Ainslee dance again. Ainslee tells the guard the universal sign of one second. I don’t know if she even realizes that she’s walking towards me. She smiles at me wickedly as she turns and sits on my lap. She removes her heels one at a time. I groan as she backs up on me and sits her plump ass on me. She stretches her legs and wiggles her toes. She slightly turns to me, pats my face and gives me a kiss on the cheek. “Watch my shoes for me, will you, pretty baby?”
I didn’t get her reference until the song changed. I don’t know the song, but it was one of those Afrobeat songs I’ve seen Ainslee reference on her Instagram. Ainslee gets up but I wrap an arm around her waist, I pull her closer to me not caring if we’re giving people a show.
I hear Oran besides me laugh, “Now, look who fucking knew it, me.” He says, but he’s not done. “Ainslee, teach me that dance you were doing with that guard. Looks interesting.” I turn to him so quick, you would think my neck is going to snap off.
Oran smirks and cocks his brows as if to say, Told you, bitch. I growl as my distraction gives Ainslee the leeway to move off my lap. She runs back to the dancefloor and begins moving her body to that damn beat.
“You were saying?” Oran speaks up. “You still need that anti-nauseating medicine or?”
“My dick thinks separately from me. We don’t always have to fucking agree.” I roll my eyes at him. “You’re annoying me more than usual today, why?” I narrow my eyes at him. Something is different about my friend.
He eyes me like I’m talking shit. I know he won’t admit it but I smile wide knowing that he’s in deeper than he thinks.
“Shut up. Your wife is grinding on that dickhead guard again.” He taunts me again.
