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ARIA I couldn't even wait to ask her where the restroom was. I was so ashamed of myself that I just wanted to get away from Nico. How the hell had that happened without my knowledge? Seemed like I was busy concentrating on my pussy that I forgot what was going on at my upper half. I finally found the restroom, and banged the door shut behind me. Then opened the lid, pulled down my thick leather, and my panties and just sat there. It was a marvel at what his presence had done to me. Felt like someone had opened a dam in pussy because my underwear was soaked with my juice. No man had ever made me feel that way before. And how possible was it that I would find someone like that at a clubhouse, just a day before the day I was supposed to leave town? My body was still tingling and I needed some release. With my pants down, I put my fingers on my clit and began to rub. My other hand wasn't useless; I used it to rub my hardened nipples, while picturing his face in my head. The power of his hips banging against my ass and those lips of his kissing between my legs. What a picture! "Oh, my," I moaned. "Good lawd." He wasn't there but there was so much he was doing to my body already and I was liking it. I kept rubbing my clit, making my fingers go faster, as I looked forward to a beautiful release. And it came. I covered my mouth with my palm to muffle my scream in case if someone was at the door wondering what the hell I was still doing in there. Satisfied with my lower lip caught between my teeth, I stared at the light bulb, waiting for my heart rate to decline to normal. Just as I was about cleaning myself up, the door opened. I snapped my head up and the half-man, half-god stood in the doorway, his eyes fixed on me. Nico stepped in and shut the door, locking it. "What do you want?" I demanded. "Some privacy," he said and looked away. I took the opportunity to pull up my panties and my leather. "I believe you can't find the kind of privacy you're looking for in a restroom like this," I told him. Nico returned his gaze to me and the sides of his mouth curled up in a charming smile. "Privacy is any room, lovely one. And I was looking for you anyway." I scoffed and went to the sink. He was right beside me as I turned on the tap to wash my hands. But he didn't move away. We watched each other in the mirror. "What?" he asked. "You aren't looking for me, you are looking for someone to fuck." He came closer and I stopped moving my hands. His breath was on the back of my neck already, sending shivers down my body. And guess where they landed? Right between my legs causing another great pool of juice to escape my pussy. I couldn't stop the whimper that escaped my lips and he heard it too. "I entice you, lovely one, don't I?" "Emma said I'm off limits to you." "All Emma's friends are off limits to me." "Why?" I wanted to know. "It is her way of making sure all their discussions aren't centered on me. But for you, lovely one, for you I can make an exception." I turned off the tap, wiped my hands on a towel and turned around. Our faces were so close that we could kiss at any moment. "Why me?" I asked, swallowing at the smell of his perfume. It was creating a lot of agony within me, and I desperately felt the need for another release. Nico's hand came up and touched my left breast, then his finger authoritatively began rubbing my nipples. I couldn't help but breathe deep. "Because once the sight of your nipples hardening for me got in my head, I couldn't get it out. And that's why I am here. To get my release out." He spoke with so much confidence that surprised me. No man had ever come to me that way. And before I knew what was happening, he held my waist, and the other hand tilted my head backward so that he could kiss my neck. His kisses burned at my skin. Lawd, the heat it was creating both internal and external was trouble. "I'll fuck you in here, like no man has ever done," he said. So, would I finally get to see how those powerful hips would perform? His hands turned me to face the mirror again and I helped him bring down my leather and underwear. He went down and kissed my butt cheeks, then his hand slid from behind and two fingers went right into my wet hole. He chuckled. "You're completely soaked, lovely one. Like a drowned rat." He knew just what to do with that finger. I spread my legs apart, my hands on the sink, as my whole body filled with the pleasure that he was bringing to it. Eventually, I moaned and my hands were too busy to cover my mouth. He finally got to his feet and showed me the finger. My juice covered it, then Nico did something that brought a kick to my at stomach. He licked it. "Hmm. Lovely taste, lovely one." I wondered what kind of a man he was. But it was already too late to back out. Nico bent me over, rubbed my folds with his dick, then pushed himself inside of me. "Humm. Arrrrgh, gawd." Yeah, it was a push. Even while soiled, his dick still made friction before entering me whole. It was the largest dick I had ever taken inside of me before. "Too big?" "Fuck, yes!" Then he began to use those hips. Even though I had told him that his dick was too big for me, he still didn't see start fucking me slow. Nico grabbed my ass and rammed in and out of me like a man who wanted to show me that he was in control of my body. And he was. I moaned like breeze passing through a broken window, low, aching, and so impossible to keep down. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. I'm gonna come. I'm gonna come," I repeated as if that was the only thing that mattered. "So fast?" he asked. Just after he asked, my whole body shook in excitement and he held me before I could fall.Day 300 - Saturday - July 16th - 7:00 AM - Apt 3B.It is over.Not over like $80,000 debt over. Not over like SUV over. Over like story over, but marriage still. Over like fear over, but tent still.Morning in Apt 3B.Sun entered through same blinds that entered on Day 1 when we had $4.83 and court paper and no honeymoon. Same sun, but today we have $847.22 in bank. Same blinds, different bank.Fairy lights still hanging. One bulb dead since Day 245, we didn't replace. Mrs. Lee said replace, we said no. Dead bulb is still part of family. 9 lights working, 1 dead, same as us - 9 days strong, 1 day weak, but still shining.Nico woke first. Watch ticking. My father's father's watch. Not Rolex, not expensive, but ticks every second and tells us we are on time for work. 7:00 AM. He works at garage full time now. My father helped, not as detective, as father. Boss likes him because he comes early and doesn't steal. $40 a day, clean money. No club money.I woke second. I work at library now,
Day 230 - Saturday - May 7th - 6:00 AM - Apt 3B To Beach.We woke at 6:00 AM. Not because alarm. Because sun came through blinds in Apt 3B and we were excited like children. Real honeymoon day.We had $500. Not from $20,000. From hospital. After my father gave $20,000 as anonymous donation, hospital paid surgery $18,500 and had $1,500 left. They returned $500 to us as thank you for finding video. Said it was reward for honesty. My father said take it, it's clean.So $500 clean money. Not club money. Not locker money. Hospital thank you money.Nico said, "What we do with $500?"I said, "Real honeymoon. Not Bennett Maldives blanket. Real beach."He said, "Real beach costs $2,000.""Small beach costs $250 per night. I checked library computer. One hour from Stonehaven. Small beach house, one bed, one window to sea. Two nights = $500 exactly."He looked at me. "You checked already?""I checked when you were sleeping with watch ticking. I wanted real vows. Not tent vows. Sea vows."We pack
Day 229 - Friday - May 6th - 6:00 PM - Stonehaven House.We didn't want to go.Not because we didn't want pasta. Because Stonehaven House is big, and Apt 3B is small, and we are small people who eat on floor. And my father is big detective, and my mother is big cook who thinks Nico is big trouble.Nico wore his only good shirt. The one he wore for our wedding week. I wore dress I wore for Day 1 when we got married in small court. We had $113.83 in bank but we looked like $1,000.Bus ride to Stonehaven. 30 minutes. Nico held my hand tight whole time."You okay?" I asked."Your father invited me for pasta. Last time he invited me for interview, I was suspect.""This time you are son-in-law.""Same thing for him."We arrived at 6:15 PM. Gate open. House lights on. My mother opened door before we knocked. She was wearing apron, hands floury."Aria!"She hugged me first. Then she looked at Nico. Long. Then hugged him too. Tight."Nico. You brought my daughter back safe after $80,000 story.
Day 228 - Thursday - May 5th - 8:00 AM - Stonehaven Station.We woke at 8:00 AM. First night in 3 days we slept more than 2 hours. No SUV dream. No photo under door. Apt 3B quiet.Nico was already awake, sitting at table, holding key 17."You kept it?" I asked."For memory. First key that made us rich for 12 hours."I smiled. "We have $113.83 again. Rich enough for toast."He put key 17 in drawer. "Your dad texted at 7:30 AM. Locker 19. He said come at 9 AM."Locker 19. The one manager said was rented by M. Bennett last year. The one police found empty before. My father wanted to check again, officially this time, with warrant.We left Apt 3B at 8:30 AM. Same bus, same driver who now knows us. He said, "Honeymoon done?"Nico said, "Honeymoon done. Now detective work."Driver laughed. "Same thing."Stonehaven station at 9:00 AM. My father waiting with two officers and manager from depot. He had papers in hand. Warrant."Morning," he said. "You two ready to see if Michael left more lies
Day 227 - Wednesday - 10:15 AM - 12 Hours To Go.We had 12 hours. Photo on floor. Note: *THANKS FOR FINDING IT. BRING IT TONIGHT. SAME TIME. SAME CLUB. OR WE BRING YOUR DETECTIVE DAD INTO IT.*They took photo of us at depot. They were watching.Nico picked up photo. His hand not shaking now. Shaking stopped when scared becomes too much."They know we have $20,000," he said.I said, "They think we have $80,000. They think this $20,000 is first part.""We need to call your dad."I called my dad. 10:18 AM. He answered on second ring."Dad, they sent photo. Of us at locker 17. They know we took bag."Silence. Then my dad said, "Where are you?""Apt 3B. Door locked.""Stay there. Don't go anywhere. I am coming in 15 minutes. Don't open for anyone else."He came in 12 minutes. No uniform. Plain shirt. He locked door himself. He saw photo, saw note, saw duffel bag open on floor.He sat on floor with us. Like we were family meeting, not police meeting."They escalated," he said. "This is now
Day 227 - Wednesday - May 4th - 12:05 AM - Apt 3B Still Awake.We didn't sleep.Rule said no sleeping, but we couldn't even if we tried. The key number 17 was on the floor between us, shining under the kitchen light. Small silver key, white tag with black 17 written by hand. Not new. Old tag.Nico stared at it. "What do you think it opens?"I said, "Locker. Maybe bus station. Maybe gym. Maybe club locker. Your cousin had many places.""It could be trap," he said. "They gave me $2,000 to bring back. Now they gave key. Maybe they want me to find rest of money and bring to them. Maybe 17 is where $80,000 is.""Or maybe 17 is where your cousin hid before he disappeared."We sat on the floor where the tent used to be. Backpack empty. Pasta plates still there from yesterday. Door locked double. Blinds closed. Outside, street quiet. No SUV now. But we both kept looking at balcony.At 1:00 AM I said, "We should go to my dad now. Tonight."Nico shook his head. "Your dad works day shift. If we







