Unforgettable

AARON –

That woman. The only woman to ever get into my heart. Mari. We spent a night together, a night of the best sex I’ve ever had and she bailed after we were done. Thank God Noah is spending the weekend with my parents because my mind is a freaking mess. She left. She thanked me for the fuck and left. That’s never happened to me before. Usually I have to pry them off with a crowbar and sneak out when the fun is over. I’ve never had a chick just fuck me and leave me.

Well, shit. I can’t stop thinking about the sex. The way her soft tanned skin felt beneath my hands, her sweet lips molding to mine like she was made for me. She melted into my arms, let me taste her…then left. FUCK! I wanted to take all night with her, pleasure her in every way imaginable but it looks like she had other plans.Is this how I made those women feel? Because I gotta tell ya, this feels like utter shit. I feel used and I don’t like it.

She felt better than anything I had been imagining. Sinking into her was like sinking into bliss. I knew once she let me have her, I would want more. Apparently she doesn’t. That bothers me. She’s all I’ve been able to think about for months. My dreams are filled with erotic fantasies of the things I want to do to her. Hell, I’ve even dreamed about the future with her. This is messed up. No woman has ever turned my head like Marisol Rodriguez. I’m in new territory and I have no fucking idea what to do.

I spent the rest of the night tossing and turning. God, I hate nights like that. Just when I fall into a deep sleep, some asshole is banging on my front door. I don’t even bother to dress. I storm down the stairs and yank the door open. Yeah, I know I should have checked and I probably should have put some pants on but you’re talking to a guy who just got dumped. “WHAT??” I scream at whoever is on the other side of the door.

“Well good morning, stud.” Double fuck. It’s Amy, Noah’s mother. I slam the door in her face and run back upstairs to throw on my pants. She must have let herself in because I hear her footsteps on the stairs. “Aaron baby where are you?” I meet her in the hall, stopping her dead in her tracks. She is not coming into my bedroom. She’s already tried that trick.

“What the fuck do you want, Amy?” I am so not in the mood for her shit. “It’s too damn early in the morning for you to be starting with me.” I force her back down the stairs and herd her into the kitchen. If she’s going to force me to have to interact with her, I’m doing it with coffee. Strong coffee.

“Aw, baby I don’t want to fight. I’d rather go back upstairs with you instead.” She trails a hand over my bare shoulder, making me shudder in disgust. I slap her hand away and finish putting on the coffee.

“Amy I’ve told you I’m not interested. Yes, I’m grateful to have Noah but I have no intention of having anything with you. I didn’t then and I don’t now.”

“Oh so you’ll bed any bitch now, is that it?” I roll my eyes, wishing my coffee pot had supersonic speed. Damn it, I need the caffeine!

“That is none of your business. Noah is the only thing we share and if you’re not here to talk about his wellbeing, then I’ve got nothing to say.” Finally! I pour a stout cup and take it black.

“I saw you with that little Mexican whore. Is she your lover now?” I turn to her, rage seeping into my eyes. Wait. Is she stalking me now? I wouldn’t put it past her. No one knew Mari was here except for me.

“Don’t you ever speak of her like that again. As a matter of fact, don’t ever speak of her period.” Here we go with the waterworks. You’d think this woman would have learned by now that I don’t fall for fake tears. She’s even got the whole trembling lip thing going.

“I love you, Aaron. I don’t understand why you can’t love me back. I gave you a son, for Christ’s sake!” I can’t help it. I laugh in her face.

“That was an accident, Amy! A very happy accident but an accident all the same. Don’t bring Noah into your bullshit drama. He’s the innocent bystander in this scenario. He doesn’t deserve to be dragged through crazy town with you.” I can feel my self control beginning to snap. I despise this woman with everything in me. God how I wish anyone else was Noah’s mother but I’m stuck.

I put my coffee mug down and take a deep breath. “Look, Amy I don’t know how I can be any clearer. You and I will never happen. You need to get that through your thick fucking head. I respect you as Noah’s mother but even that is wearing thin.”

“What do you mean?” She’s got her arms folded across her chest, her feet apart in a defensive stance.

“I mean I think it’s time we drew up a custody agreement. I’ll have my lawyers contact yours. I can’t do this anymore.” Her mouth drops open right before the anger sets in.

“Oh you want to play, do you? Well be prepared Aaron Boone. I will take everything you have and then some.” I get right in her face, my eyes set to hard stone.

“Go ahead and try, Amy. Now get the fuck out of my house.” She stumbles back at the ferocity in my words but she turns to leave.

“You will never be rid of me, you know. Not as long as I have Noah. You better watch yourself, Aaron.”

“It isn’t wise to threaten me, Amy.” There’s a lot of weight in that sentence. I can see by the flash of fear in her eyes that she hears what I’m really saying. She turns with a huff and storms out the door. I race upstairs and place an emergency call to my lawyer, Ray Giles. “Get ready, Ray. We’re going to war.”

“I’ll have the custody papers drawn up and in your hands this afternoon, Mr. Boone.” I hang up and pace my room. This is not how I envisioned my weekend going. I had high hopes of spending a passion filled sex crazed weekend with the sexiest woman I’ve ever met. I sure as hell didn’t expect her to get her rocks off and leave me hanging nor did I expect Queen Crazy to pay me a visit.

I don’t have time to dwell on my broken plans or my son’s psycho mother. I’ve got shit to do. I shower quickly and get ready for the day. Getting into my car, I make the call to my parents to prepare them for what’s coming.

“Don’t worry, son. We’ve got the best lawyers working for us. We won’t let her take Noah. We will protect him at all costs.” I sigh. I’ve never been close with my father but times like this, it’s a blessing to be the son of Amos Boone. My father is a force to be reckoned with in business and I’ve no doubt he will be where his grandson is concerned.

“I know Dad. I’m not worried. I’m just concerned about how Noah will take all this. He doesn’t deserve this. I was really hoping to avoid all this drama for his sake.” And that’s the truth. The only reason I’ve not made a formal custody agreement with Amy is because I didn’t want to put Noah through any trauma. I didn’t want him thinking bad of either of his parents but she’s left me no choice.

“He’ll be fine, Aaron. He’s a Boone,” Dad chuckles. “We take care of our own.” We talk for a few more minutes, Noah getting in on the action. Only God knows how much I love this boy.

“Bye Daddy! I love you!” That’s all I need to hear. He will be fine. I’ll make sure of it.