My last two days with Vince

            In the 25 years that Vince and I have known each other; I never expected to cut ties with him whatsoever. I thought that in one way or another we would be in each other’s lives for a lifetime. Clearly, it wasn’t meant to be. Am I going to miss Vince? Yes. Will I miss him forever? No. Will I miss him for a long time? Yes. Will I always love him? Yes. We’d been through so much together and with how much we meant to the other, I will always love him. I just need to cut ties with him because

1. Having any sort of a relationship with someone who hit me is unhealthy

2. I don’t tolerate whomever I’m with to cheat on me – it’s unacceptable

3. My life can’t revolve around him 24/7; I need to have a life of my own away from him.

Truth be told, I was very surprised – and nervous! - with how well he took it when we were on the phone and again the weekend before our last days together. He was upset – to which, I don’t blame him at all – but he took it well. He wanted more from me than he knew that I could give him - now and in the future - and we’re both to blame but he feels guilt the most as he knowingly and willingly cheated on me and he hit me. I know – and he knows - him hitting me was a one time thing but with the college education that I had and the degree in which my major and minor were in, I know that there’s a high chance that once someone commits domestic violence, they will continue to commit domestic violence. There are those who commit DV who do want to change, work on it – personally and professionally – and don’t commit DV again. Vince is still working with both of his therapists – anger management and “regular” therapy – and has stated that he doesn’t want to be the stereotypical abuser.

Anyway. I arrived to Vince’s early afternoon on Saturday. I knew it was going to be low key so I arrived in style….sweat pants, flip flops and a t-shirt. Apparently, Vince had the same thoughts as I did in the clothes he wore. He leaned down to kiss me; I opened my mouth, welcoming the kiss as he deepened the kiss. I slid my hands under his shirt and slid it off of him then I proceeded to take my sweatpants and panties off, leaving them right there on the floor. We continued to kiss as we made the trek to his room. I was struggling with getting my shirt off so Vince just ripped it and I shrugged off what was left. He stopped us for a moment to admire my breasts, rubbing his fingers over my nipples; he bent down to suck the one breast as he was kneading the other and pinching my hard nipple.

“Fuck, baby,” Vince said. “I don’t know if I can make it to our bed…my bed…the bed.  I need you so bad right now, baby.”

“Just a few more seconds, old man. We can’t have sex while you’re partially dressed.”

Vince groaned, stripped and led me to his bedroom. I looked down at his penis – I saw that he was hard as a rock. I climbed onto his bed, got mostly situated, and placed a pillow under my hips and lay down, spreading my legs for him. He climbed onto the bed seconds later, placing his head between my legs at my apex. He began to lick, suck and bite my apex, occasionally dipping his tongue deep inside my apex. He spread my legs to allow his tongue to go deeper inside of me; I grabbed onto his gorgeous hair to guide him. Fuck, he’s gotten better at this and I am going to miss it. Seconds later, I explode on his tongue…he continues to lick and suck my apex as I’m still dripping juices on his tongue.

He gets up, lies down next to me and we catch our breath. I told him that I am going to miss him taking care of my apex like that. He grins and chuckles, telling me that there’ll be other chances over the almost two and a half days. I laughed hard. He got off of the bed, put his boxers on, went to the bathroom to brush his teeth (I won’t kiss him after he performs oral sex on me); he came back to bed and began to kiss me tenderly and passionately. I wrapped one of my arms around him to bring him closer to me and with the other I reached down and started stroking his still hard penis. He moaned my name. I pulled away for a second:

“Baby, take your boxers off and get on your back,” I asked and he obliged.

I slide down a little and begin to suck his hard penis, occasionally using my tongue and gently using my teeth. He moans my name and lifts his hips. I slid a pillow under his hips and then I slid apex down on his hard penis. As I slid up and down his penis, Vince grabbed onto my hips to help guide me. It didn’t take long for either of us to climax. I carefully climbed off of him and lied down next to him, facing him. He wrapped his one arm over me and kissed me. I rolled us over so I was on my back and spread my legs; he slid his penis in my ready apex gently and started to slowly thrust in me. I moaned his name gently in his ear as I wrapped my legs around his waist to bring him closer to me. Vince took his time, each thrust was deeper than the last and moments later, we climaxed together.

He pulls out, rolls off of me and pulls me close, wraps his arms around me. We fall asleep for a little bit. A little while later, I wake up to him on the phone in the next room; he’s speaking to the local florist. He sounded like he was both excited and passionate. I quietly get out of bed, pull on my panties and a shirt of his then I head to the bathroom to brush my teeth. When I walked back into the bedroom, Vince is there in his boxers with two wine glasses in one hand and a bottle of expensive wine in the other. I pretend to look surprised. I walk over to him, wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him. He awkwardly placed his arms around me and kisses me back but pulls back seconds later, placing the wine and the glasses down. I slid my panties off then took his shirt off, he takes his boxers off and leans me face down over his dresser; he slides his penis into my wet apex with ease. I scream his name. He grabbed onto my hips, thrust hard a number of times and we climaxed together. I could feel his penis twitching inside of me as his essence was spilling into me. Two more small thrusts, Vince moans my name and bites the base of my neck then pulls out, spilling the remaining of his essence spill onto the floor. 

I pick up his shirt, put it back on and kiss him on the cheek. He puts his boxers back on then he opens the bottle of wine and pours us both a generous glass. We clink out glasses and say “Cento anni” – Italian for “A hundred years”. We begin to drink our wine slowly but after a few sips, I finish the glass. Vince pours me another generous glass then tops his glass off. I finish the second glass almost as quickly as I did the first. The doorbell rang so I put my glass down, went to the front door and opened it. It was one of those companies that are a food service that brings meal delivery that the recipient cooks. I take the package, thank the driver, close the door and head into the kitchen.

I place the box on top of the counter, take a knife and open the box. I pull out a beautiful cut of steak, marbled with the right amount of fat, a package of fresh rosemary and a few other things. The creative juices came to me. I kept the steak and the rosemary out and put the rest away. I pulled out the extra virgin olive oil from Vince’s pantry, as well as butter, two potatoes, white wine and a few garlic cloves. I poke a few holes into the potatoes with a fork, put the potatoes on a plate and in the microwave. From there, I take a cast iron pan and put it on the stove. I pour in a few tablespoons of the extra virgin olive oil, about half a cup of white wine and put the burner on a low heat.

I head back to the counter to peel and smash the garlic, cut a few tablespoons of butter, take the rosemary out of its package and then place the steak in the pan. I washed my hands, went back to the pan and seared all the sides of the steak, started the microwave to make baked potatoes and then added a splash more of the white wine and extra virgin olive oil. Using the Teflon spatula, I scrape the pan. I add the butter, the rosemary and the garlic.

I found a large spoon to pour the liquid in the pan over the steak, occasionally flipping the steak. I gently place my finger on the steak, apply a little pressure and then take the pan off the heat and then turn off the burner. I quickly set the table and Vince poured more of the wine we had before the doorbell rang. I sliced the steak like my brother had taught me, plated the food onto serving plates, placed the gravy from the pan into a bowl, added a spoon and brought it to the table.

Vince pulled out a chair for me, leaned down to kiss me parting my lips deepening the kiss, reached down to glide his fingers lengthwise along my apex. I spread my legs as he took his boxers off, he led us to the counter, lifting my fat ass up on top of the counter and slid his penis inside of my wet apex. As he was thrusting inside of me, he was sucking and kneading my breasts. I nibbled his one earlobe hard; he moaned and began to thrust harder and faster. As he’s thrusting harder, his penis began to twitch. He’s close. I bite the base of his neck, he starts pounding deeper in side of me. Seconds later, we climax together screaming each other’s name. 

Vince stays inside of me to finish shooting his essence deep into my apex. We catch our breath. I start strumming my one thumb against one of his nipples. He moans my name as he starts thrusting his still hard penis in my apex. He pounds my apex like crazy making me scream his name with each thrust. Minutes later, we climax together again, his penis twitching and shooting his essence inside of me. Once he’s done shooting his essence inside of me, he helps me off of the counter, put his boxers back on and we sat down to eat. 

It doesn’t take much to impress Vince food wise but he was over the moon with the food I had made for us.

After eating, Vince said that he’d clean up and scrub the cast iron pan. My eyes got so big and he stopped mid sentence. I told him the second that he rinses the cast iron pan, dry it immediately and to get me wherever I was. He said ok then poured the rest of the wine in both of our glasses. I finished mine and brought the glass over to the kitchen counter before getting a clean glass – there was some wine that I brought and I don’t reuse the same glass for a different wine. I got Vince another glass, poured him some wine and then poured us both some water into our water glasses. We chatted a bit as he cleaned up, finishing off second bottle of wine. 

It didn’t take long for him to get to the cast iron pan to clean it and once he was done, he handed it off to me. I put the pan back on the burner, turned the burner on high and let the pan heat up to help evaporate any leftover moisture (which helps prevent any rusting). I turned the oven on to 450* F, turned off the burner, poured some extra virgin olive oil in the pan with a few tablespoons of butter. With a paper towel, I spread the oil and butter over the inside and the outside of the pan, then removed any excess. The oven beeped to state that it was up to temp so I put the pan in the oven and put a cooking sheet on a shelf underneath it (to prevent any spilling/dripping of oil). I closed the door and set the timer for 30 minutes. I told Vince that we repeat this process about 3 to 4 more times with the butter, oil and putting the pan back in the oven. He was a bit surprised because he thought “seasoning” the pan was just a onetime thing. I nodded my head no and then suggested we watch something on TV to pass the time.

We bring out wine glasses and a third bottle wine with us to the living room and took our time to figure out what to watch. When we figured out what we wanted to watch, the timer went off. We went to get the pan out of the oven and repeated the process but he did the steps this time around. After putting the pan back in the oven and setting the timer, we went back to start the movie. When he came back, we finished the third bottle of wine. Not long into the movie, I had fallen asleep in Vince’s arms. I didn’t hear the timer go off at all after that nor did I feel him (or the couch) move when he did get up.

The movie was three quarters of the way over when I woke up. I didn’t see Vince so I paused the movie, went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, grabbed my phone charger and plugged in my phone and then looked for Vince. I found him in his room, sitting on his bed with The Ring Box….a black velvet box with an engagement ring. I went back to the kitchen to get both of us more wine and then I returned. Some of the fabric was worn; I could tell he had sat like this many times, holding the box thinking when would be a good time to propose to me. I gently knocked on the door frame.

“Hey,” I said. “Can I come in?”

“Sure,” Vince said. “Pull up a spot next to me. It’s time that we talk.”

I nodded my headed, walking over and sitting next to him, resting my one hand on his leg. He took my hand – the hand that I had rested on his leg – brought the palm of my hand to his lips, kissed my hand and brought my hand back to his leg, still holding it.

“I regret everything that I’ve done to lose you,” Vince started. “You were always the one and you always will be. I’m the one that fucked it up and ruined the chance of being with you. I lied to you, cheated on you, got married and now thankfully divorced and the worst thing that I did was hitting you. You were right a year ago….I was afraid that you would tell me “No” when I asked you to marry me. Barbara was there and I was desperate. I didn’t want to die alone. I tried to rush and pressure you into something that you wanted in theory, you asked me to wait and I didn’t, not thinking that you and I could’ve continued in the relationship. I am so sorry for lying, for cheating, getting married to someone else and becoming an abuser. Nothing I can say or do can ever make it up to you.

I could tell you that everything is different now; the divorce from Barbara has been finalized for awhile now, she’s legally not allowed to contact me nor be within 800 yards of me or you, I could tell you that I will be 100% honest with you, I won’t cheat on you and could guarantee that I’d never hit you again. For the rest of our days, I could tell you that I love you, that I’ve been in love with you for a long time and that I want to grow old with you. Ok….older. The thing with me telling you want you want to hear and deserve to hear, you won’t believe me and it could be possible that you’ll never believe another word I tell you. I understand that. I know that when you leave Monday, you’ll take all your things with you and leave everything that I’ve purchased for you.

There’s one thing I want you to take with you that I bought for you. You were meant to wear it forever and be by my side. I’m giving you the original engagement ring that I bought for you. You can – obviously – do as you please with it after you leave but I just want you to have it in your possession when you go. Baby, I love you so much. I will always love you and I will always regret my actions that led us to where we are now. If I could go back in time, I would relive those moments we had together, not get married to her, nor cheat, nor hit you. I would choose you all over again.”

I’m bawling as he gives me The Ring Box with the ring in it. I open it. It’s a pure gold band with my birth stone as the gem on the band. It’s a simple ring but I found it so beautiful. I take the ring out box to try it on and it’s the perfect fit. I lean over to kiss Vince on the cheek and thank him for being as open and as raw as he’s been in the year since he’d messed up. I take the ring off of my finger, put it back in the box and put the box in my purse. I then excused myself to the spare bedroom with my glass of wine and locked the door behind me. I sat on the bed, cried so hard and went through a full box of tissues. The crying took a ton out of me so I laid down on the bed and closed my eyes - falling asleep instantly.

I have no clue how long that I was asleep but I was awoken by Vince and my brother taking the door off its hinges. With one look at my brother, I could tell that Vince told him everything and that he had given me the ring. My brother didn’t look happy at all but he was there for me. I got up, gave my brother a hug, brushed my teeth and sat down with him and told him everything from my perspective. My brother listened and didn’t judge at all. When I was done sharing, he hugged me and led me back into the living room to join Vince. Before my brother left, my brother turned to Vince to remind Vince that he - my brother - told him not to hurt me – which is exactly what Vince did. The ‘boys’ went to put the door back on, making sure that the door knob was unlocked before putting the door back on before closing the door.

After my brother left, Vince asked if I was up for going out to dinner. I got up on my toes to kiss his cheek and said that I need about 35 minutes to get ready and he nodded his head. I took my contacts out to put them in saline solution for refreshing; I used eye drops, then hopped into the shower for a quick bit. Once out and wrapped in a towel, I found Vince to find out how fancy I need to be with getting dressed. He said that there’s a dress for me in his closet so I thanked him. I went back to the bathroom, slid on deodorant, hung up the towel then went to Vince’s room to get dressed. Hanging from his closet door is this beautiful floor length blue dress, a pair of flats and (loaned) jewelry. I slide the dress on over my head, used the zipper on the side to zip up, put on the shoes then take care of my hair and makeup. Now that my hair is short, there isn’t much that I can do with it so I just curled it, put my contacts back in and did my makeup. By the time I got back to Vince’s room, he was there waiting for me to help me with the 18 karat gold pendant and matching bracelet. Once he was done helping me with the jewelry, I put in my pearl earrings.

I quickly grabbed my wallet, phone, chapstick and phone charger from my purse/bag and tossed them into a black clutch that I had decided last minute to pack. I stood up and walked over to Vince. I noticed that he was in a tux – with tails! – his hair slicked back a little and spritzed on some cologne that he knows that I love. I took him by the lapel of his jacket, pulled him close and kissed him; he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer. I could feel his penis harden. The doorbell rang and I stepped back. He asked if I could get the door so he could rearrange himself.

I open the door to see a driver for a private car service. I invited him in, asking him if he wanted anything to drink but he declined. I found Vince to let him know that our ride had arrived. I grabbed my bag while he grabbed us bottles of water and we joined the driver at the car. Of course, Vince held the door open for me, offered his hand to help me in, made sure that I – and the dress – was in the vehicle before closing the door, he walked around the back and got in, letting the driver know that we were ready to head to our location. We barely talked on the way; I didn’t ask where we’re going nor did he offer to tell me. At one point, he took my hand, bringing it gently to his mouth, kissed my hand and holding my hand for the rest of the ride. I smile at his sweet gesture and tried not to cry.

What seemed like no time, we arrived to our first location of the night in the city closest to us. I looked out the window and see a massive marquee stating that it’s the opera house. My heart dropped - I turned away so Vince wouldn’t see my disappointment. He knows I’ve never been but I didn’t had the heart to tell him that I didn’t ever have the desire to go/attend the opera. I gather my bag and wait for Vince to walk around and open the door for me. I graciously take his hand, smiling at him. Before closing the door, we thank the driver and Vince tells him that we’ll see him in 3 or so hours. My heart sank even further. I would have to pretend to enjoy whatever piece is being performed for 3 hours.

“Ready?” Vince asked me, offering me his elbow.

“Yes,” I replied taking his elbow. “Lead the way, my love.”

Vince leaned down to gently kiss my lips briefly and led the way. As we entered the foyer, there were wait staff walking around with trays of champagne. I let go of Vince’s elbow so he could snag us two flutes of champagne. I thanked him as he handed me a flute. He raised his hand, wanting to move hair out of my face. I instantly flinched and stepped back two small steps to get out of his reach, excusing myself. I get lost as I try to find the ladies room but I hear a familiar voice calling my name.

“Deppgrl?” the voice of the ghost from my past says causing me to turn around. It’s Vic…my former lover that worked for my brother years ago. My heart beats so hard that I think it’s going to explode and I stopped breathing. I turned around I immediately hugged him, thankful to see someone that I knew. We talked for what seemed like a few seconds, catching up. As he’d asked me why I made a mad dash from my date, I saw Vince turned the corner walking our way. I shut my mouth. Vic knew something was up.

“Baby,” Vince said. “There you are! The lights dipped to signal that the curtain is about to open. Shall I introduce the two of you or do you know each other already?”

“Sorry,” I said. “Victor and I already know each other from a long time ago that it seems like it was from another lifetime. It was so good to see you again, Vic. Please give my love to Myrna.”

As I turn towards Vince, Vic said that his wife was there with him and they would be joining Vince and I in the “The Box” that Vince requested. My heart stopped. I’d be watching some opera by some dead person in the box with two men that at one point in my life that I’ve loved – and would continue to love at some level for the rest of my life. I did the most unlady like thing that I could think of doing at that one moment. I chugged the rest of the now warm and flat champagne.

“Here,” Victor said. “Take my elbow. It will be my honor to escort you to your seat in our box.”

I looked at him with such relief and mouthed ‘Thank you!’ he nodded his head in acknowledgement and lead the three of us to the foyer where Myrna was waiting for us. I gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Two members of the wait staff swung by offering 4 fresh flutes of champagne and I place the flute that I’d just finished on one of the trays. The gentleman wait staff had asked me to see my ticket to see where I was sitting. I looked over at Vince and he shared my seat information. The gentleman said that he’d be by my seat within half an hour with stronger drink; winking and somehow knowing that it was much needed. I thanked him profusely.

Myrna took Vince’s elbow and I took Vic’s; I was whispering to him the entire way to the box about what was going on with Vince and I. He was upset with how I was treated by Vince and was glad that I would be permanently leaving Vince behind that following Monday morning. He admitted that he knew Vince socially and felt that he wasn't a bad man but a man who had made some bad decisions that ended up hurting a wonderful woman. I had tears in my eyes, stopped Vic and kissed him on the cheek, thanking him then we continued behind Vince and Myrna.

The four of us arrived to our box 15 minutes after the opera was supposed to start but, clearly, it hadn’t started yet. I looked around the box, a little confused but Vic, Myrna and Vince didn't. After we had sat, there was an announcement apologizing for the delay. My legal/birth name was provided and I was being honored that night by a man that had loved me for many years; Vince. Instead of the opera, the musical “Jersey Boys” would be performed by the original cast that were in the movie of the same name. The real live Frankie Valli and Bob Gaudio – the only two surviving members of The Four Seasons - would be joining us in the box. I knew this was Vince’s doing. Vic wasn’t a fan of big gestures nor would he do something this big…he’d get a suite at a hotel or a fancy dinner but he wouldn’t make an opera house change its show to a musical, get the original cast from the movie and the surviving members to sit with a big fan of theirs.

I turned to Vince to thank him. He’s got tears in his eyes as he’s smiling at me; he knew that I knew what he was up to - he was trying something big to make me change my mind about walking away. I always wanted a big gesture of something from someone who loved me to show me that they loved me. This is was the type of big gesture I’d been dreaming about forever. I leaned over to kiss the man that I love. It was going to be hard to get over him after this. I pulled away because I knew that if I continued to kiss him, we’d either delay the show or even be the show; I didn’t want to detract from the show nor the fact that Frankie Valli and Bob Gaudio were going to share the box that I was in.

As the orchestra does its last few minutes of warm up, the door in the back of the box opens. Frankie and Bob walk in. I get up, walk over to them and introduce myself as their biggest fan. They smiled and shared their gratefulness that their music is sill touching lives around the world. We walk towards where the seats are; they talk with Vince as I get myself situated on the seat that I’d vacated a few minutes prior. The guys chatted for a few minutes before sitting down. Frankie and Bob sat on either side of me; Vince, Vic and Myrna sat behind us. I looked over at Vince once more before the show started. His eyes looked sad but mouthed words ‘I love you!’ I winked and turned back to the stage. The wait staff came in with two little bottles of tequila - like the size you'd find on an airplane - and a glass of ice; they placed the glass and bottles at a small table in front of me. 

Seeing "Jersey Boys" with the original Jersey boys was phenomenal. There were a number of times that either Frankie or Bob – or sometimes both - would whisper in my ear to tell me what was actually true versus what’s given as the truth in the show. During the intermission, more champagne came up for us and Vince made sure that there was food for me to eat; I hid in the corner and scarfed down a burger, fries and a soda. He knew that I wouldn’t get as drunk if I had something to eat. Myrna and I excused ourselves to the ladies room as she wanted some gossip about what was going on with Vince and me. I told her nearly everything and that by Monday, I would walk from Vince. She was so saddened to hear but understood where I was coming from. She said that she felt a little similar but quite different to how I’m currently feeling when she found out that Vic was cheating on her – yet again! – but with me but she didn’t have the strength to move on from him…which she’s now glad that she didn’t have that strength as they are better than they had ever been; separating/divorcing isn't for everyone.

We headed back, got seated and had our champagne flutes freshened up. The wait staff left several bottles of champagne for us. Moments later, the show started up again. I still couldn’t believe that I was actually sitting with both Frankie and Bob. It was such an honor to meet them and get to know them. When the show ended, a professional photographer came into the box to take photos of Frankie and me, Bob and me, then the three of us together and they left. Frankie and Bob were SO dang gracious. I enjoyed meeting them and I won’t ever forget it.

The four of us – Vince, Vic, Myrna and I – left. This time, I took Vince’s elbow. Before we got to the car, I stopped Vince. He looked down at me, asking me what was wrong. I choked up and all I could do was kiss his cheek. Our driver, unfortunately, broke the moment that Vince and I had by clearing his throat, then asked if we were ready. We nodded and got in the car. I was tired from the excitement of the day but Vince asked me not to fall asleep as there was something that we were going to do before heading back to his place. I gave him a fake mad look but said ok. There was an after party for the cast and crew that we were invited to. We swung by for a bit. Once we saw the cast and crew wearing sweats, Vince handed me a bag and suggested that I go change. I sighed a big sigh of relief and didn’t hesitate. After changing, a female cast member met me to take the dress to the car. I was still wearing the jewelry and it looked a bit funny as I was wearing sweats and a t-shirt. I didn’t care that much because I was enjoying the night, the last little bit of time I had with Vince and the cast at the party.

I thought that we were only going to be there for an hour max but we were with the cast and crew for several hours, partying until the early morning. Personally, I wanted to leave to have more one on one time with Vince (to have a TON of sex) but he wanted me to have a good time. I did catch him a few times asleep on a chair in the corner. I woke him up several times to get him to get more involved in the party but by 3 am, I gave up and wanted to pull up a chair next to him and sleep. Once the main actors saw me fade, they ended the party.

When we stepped out, the driver was there. Vince and I piled in and we were happy to see the blankets; surprisingly, it got chilly and the heat wouldn’t warm up the car before getting to Vince’s. Vince wrapped me up in his arms and blankets. I fall asleep before the driver turned the key in the ignition. It didn’t take long to get back to Vince’s because of the time of day and basically no other cars on the road. When we get to Vince’s, Vince wakes me up. I grab my stuff as he grabs the dress out of the trunk. We thank the driver and head in.

As he hangs up the dress in the foyer of his place, I head to the bathroom to wash my face, brush my teeth and take out my contacts…I wanted to shower but I needed sleep more than anything else. Vince joins me in his room, hanging up his tux as he took it off. I can’t help but watch him get undressed. With all the disagreements that he and I had over this past year, I had forgotten how attractive he is. I could watch him all day…he was so handsome and moved gracefully.

I stripped off of my clothes and slid into bed. Seconds later, Vince joined me in bed, turning the bedside lamp off. I scoot over to his side of the bed to kiss him. He turned the bedside lamp back on, kissed me back, rolled me onto my back, spreading my legs and enters my apex. I moaned his name as he was thrusting his hardened penis deep inside of me.

“My god,” Vince moaned. “You’re so damn beautiful, baby. You feel so good, love.”

“Yes,” I moaned as he thrusted his hard penis in me. “Don’t stop, baby.”

I rolled us over so Vince was on his back. I rode his penis slowly - painfully slow at first then speeding up. He sits up and starts to suck one of my nipples. I moan his name as I slide up and down his penis a little faster. He rolls us over so I am on my back again and he was still sucking on my nipples; he thrusts a few more times, climaxing as he bit down on my nipple. I scream in pleasure and pain as I climax. He climaxes seconds later, filling up my apex; he fills me up with SO much of his essence that it pours out of me. 

Vince climbs off me, catching his breath. I get up – albeit a little wobbly – to take off the jewelry and to pack it up. I brought the boxes out to the foyer to put by the dress. I was sad to see both the dress and the jewelry go but I know that I’d remember the previous night for the rest of my life and it was worth missing sleep and alone time with Vince. When I got back to his room, Vince was already asleep. I went to his side of the bed to turn the light off, walked around and climbed into bed as gracefully as I could. Seconds later, I felt Vince come to my side of the bed.

“Baby, just one more time,” he said. “One more time before going back to sleep?”

“Yes,” I moaned, lifting my leg to allow him to enter me from behind. “One more time before falling back to sleep.”

Vince slid right into my still wet apex with ease and began to thrust deep inside of me again. In a few strokes, we climaxed together. His penis was still very hard and still inside of me. I reached down to massage his balls; they’re heavy and super full. I give his balls a small squeeze…he moans my name and begins to thrust in my apex. I’m occasionally massaging his heavy balls as he’s thrusting hard and fast out of my dripping apex. I start screaming his name with each thrust. He grabs both of my breasts, squeezing and kneading both as hard as he can. 

“Yes, baby!” I scream. “Just like this, baby! Don’t you dare stop! Harder, baby…harder with everything! Fuck, yes! Fuck!”

“Yessssssssss, baby!” he screamed. 

V moaned in pleasure and then continued. About 5 to 10 minutes later, we climaxed together. He pulled out and got us some water. When he got back, he noticed the sheets were soaking wet from our sweat and our climax fluids. I said that I’d take a shower then meet him in the spare room. He took the sheets, the mattress cover and the pillow cases off and put them in the washer; adding detergent and started the wash. He  then took a shower and then joined me in bed in the spare room.

Seconds later, we fell asleep. We woke only a few hours later, around 9:30 am. I get up to grab my birth control pill and a morning after pill – I couldn’t remember if I had taken my birth control the day before – went into the kitchen, grabbed some water, popped the pills and got the coffee machine brewing. I hopped into the bathroom to brush my teeth and shower. I got dressed in his room so Vince could get a little bit more sleep.

As I was going downstairs, the doorbell rang, I growled as I realized that I had a bit of a hangover and that Vince would be awake by now. I open the door to see the jeweler and the dressmaker. I invited them in and offered them some coffee that had just finished brewing. They declined but wanted to talk to Vince so I went to go get him but he was already on his way over to them. I excused myself to make both Vince and I a mug of coffee. He was taking a while out there so I ended up having two mugs of coffee and started making eggs and bacon for breakfast.

Vince came into the kitchen with a smile on his face, leaned down to kiss me. He told me that after speaking with the jeweler and the dress maker prior to them loaning the dress and the jewelry, they may or may not decide to give both the dress and the jewelry to me and they decided that on their way over that they would give both to me. I was fuming. Vince knew that I wasn’t going to accept any gifts from him – especially expensive gifts! – but had accepted the dress and jewelry on my behalf for me. I turned to him, fuming. I explained that the engagement ring was one thing but he’d spent more money then he should’ve for the rental of a dress – which later that night he told me was a custom made dress – and jewelry that I would NOT accept them…he could donate the dress and the jewelry. He said that he thought that I would want both to help me remember an amazing night. I told him that with meeting two generous and famous people, hanging out and quasi partying with the cast and crew at their after party and with tons of pictures (from my phone and professional ones that would be sent to me) that I will definitely remember the night.

I pulled the business cards of the dressmaker and the jeweler from my back pocket, typed in their cell phone numbers and sent them both a text thanking them both but Vince did NOT have my permission to accept any gift whatsoever on my behalf and that I would have a courier return their loaners to me. The next text I sent was to the usual courier I use, explained the situation and he said that he was on his way immediately. I looked up at Vince telling him that I lost my appetite and that he could eat without me as I packed up the dress box and the jewelry boxes in a sturdy bag. I went outside with the bag as the courier pulled up in his car, I gave him the bag and more than enough money to do his job. He thanked me and went on his way.

My phone chirped when I went back inside. The jeweler responded on behalf of he and the dressmaker that they were disappointed that I would not be accepting either but understanding the fact that Vince didn’t have my permission nor did I want any expensive gifts from Vince. I sent a text apologizing for the misunderstanding and thanked him for the beautiful loaners. Vince looked up from his phone, stood up and came over to me to apologize for doing something that he knew that I didn’t agree with. I straight up told him that he shouldn’t have done it because I didn’t want expensive gifts and it took time away from us – instead of us having a good last few days together, we’re now fighting. I cleaned up the kitchen, moved the laundry along, vacuumed, dusted and laid down for a quick nap.

I woke some time later hearing Vince bang around the kitchen. I looked at my phone to see what time it was and realized that my quick nap was almost 90 minutes long. I get up, get dressed in one of his shirts, brush my teeth and hair and go downstairs. Typically, Vince is an ace in the kitchen but he wasn’t when I came down. Odd. The sink was overflowing with dishes, the dishwasher was running and the counters were a mess. I rolled my eyes. I went to the cabinet under the sink, grabbing a sanitizing cleaner, sprayed the hell out of the counters and then took paper towels to wipe down the counters. It took a few attempts but the counters were finally clean. I then went onto the sink, washing the bigger items , rinsing them and placing them on the drain rack. The dishwasher was finally done running so I put the clean items away, put the items that I didn’t hand wash into the dishwasher. From there, I went to the washing machine and placed the items in the dryer.

I went over to Vince to ask what the hell happened. He said that he was trying to make a beautiful lunch and a cake for me. I asked what distracted him and he said that the soon to be loss of me made him inept in the kitchen and apologized for making me clean up. I heard the oven timer go off so I went, over to the oven. I opened the oven to see a roast. I pulled it out, basted it, put a thermometer in it to check the temperature, basted it again and put it back in the oven for another 20 minutes. I went into the fridge to get potatoes, scrubbed the potatoes, poked them with a fork, placed them on a plate and tossed the plate into the microwave to make baked potatoes.

As everything was finishing up, I set the table with the fancy dishes, glasses and silverware. Vince opened the wine and unfortunately shattered the cork. I took over, grabbed a coffee filter and a fancy wine decanter. I put the coffee filter upside right in the spout of the decanter about two inches, using a rubber band to secure the coffee filter in place and slowly poured the wine into the decanter. It took a few minutes; I needed to take a break in order to get the roast out of the oven to let it rest then went back to the wine. When I was done with the wine, I use the coffee filter method again - with a NEW filter! - but on the roast’s liquids. I strained the juices of the roast, poured it into a pan, I added a little flour and red wine to make a gravy. Poured the gravy into a gravy boat, added a spoon and brought it to the table with the wine. I cut the meat and put it on the serving platter and brought the meat over to the table. I called Vince to let him know that the food was ready before I went back to get the potatoes from the microwave.

Vince sat down, I served him, then I served myself and then sat down. He poured us both some wine. We ate in silence. He was frustrated and mad at himself that he almost ruined the food/meal, mad at himself that he assumed that I’d want an expensive dress and expensive jewelry and made me clean up the kitchen. I did not come to Vince’s to be treated like a queen but to enjoy a little time with him and not do the ALL of cleaning – like I had every other time that I was there. I enjoyed the quiet as we ate. Once he was full, we got up from the table; he put the food away as I put the clean dishes from both the drain rack and dishwasher away. He washed the fancy dishes, silverware and glassware as I pulled the sheets and other things from the dryer. I made the bed, cracked the windows a little and opened the shades. I hopped into the shower. Seconds later, Vince knocked on the door, popped his head in and asked if he could join me.

I said yes. A few minutes later, he came in, lit some candles, dimmed the bathroom lights, found my favorite body wash and joined me in the shower. He washed himself off, turned the shower head off, put the tub plug in, he poured some body wash into the filling tub. He reached over to his phone and pulled up a playlist that we always enjoyed listening to. He finally sat down in the tub and got situated. The tub was full enough with super hot water so I sat down in front of him and leaned against his chest.

We really didn’t talk much as we wanted to just be one. He reached one arm around my chest and began to stroke my breasts as he reached the other arm around to massage the folds of my apex. I was sore and he knew that I was sore so he massaged my apex gently. In no time, I was moaning in pleasure. I could feel his penis harden. He played with my apex and my nipples for a long time. I moaned his name and climaxed several times; one right after the other.

I broke free from his arms to drain the tub, threw the water on to rinse the suds of the body wash off, turned the water off and we toweled dry before we headed into his bedroom. I got on the bed and laid down on my back, spreading my legs. He followed me onto the bed, slid down so his head could be between my legs. He licked, sucked and bit the folds of my apex until I climaxed on his tongue twice, moaning and screaming his name.

He jumped off the bed, brushed his teeth and came back to bed, taking me into his arms and kissed me gently, using his tongue to open my mouth. I smiled and kissed him back, reaching down and started to stroke his hardening penis. I spread my legs for him knowing that this would be one the last times we’d have sex. Remembering that I was sore, Vince gently slid his penis in my apex. I moaned and bit the base of his neck harder than I thought I did. He, in turn, moaned my name and picked up the pace in thrusting his penis in me. In no time, we climaxed together, moaning each other’s names. Vince slid out of me and laid down next to me, taking me in his arms. I kissed his cheek and napped for about 2 hours.

While I slept, he put away the fancy dishes. The flowers that he ordered the day before had arrived. Normally, I am a solid sleeper – the only things that would wake me up would be my alarm, bacon, coffee, chocolate and flowers. The only thing that I smelled that could possibly wake me up was the flowers. Ugh. I’d have to tell him that he’s going to keep these flowers when I leave. Don’t get me wrong – I really do appreciate the effort that he’s been putting in and trying to win me over. I love the fact that he’s trying to win my heart and I find it so incredibly sweet and sexy.

I finally get out of bed, shower, brush my teeth, get dressed and get downstairs. Vince met me at the bottom of the staircase with a bouquet of flowers and a glass of wine. I kissed him then accepted the wine and the flowers. I glanced around as I was taking sips of the wine. I glanced around to see if there were any more flowers but the bouquet was the only thing of flowers in Vince’s place. I put the wine glass down to grab a vase for the flowers but Vince had already set up the vase with water and the flower food so I just placed the flowers in. I turned to Vince, walk the few steps over to him and kiss him. He kisses me back.

Our hands get busy, taking our clothes off and try to help each other with the other’s clothes. Seconds later, Vince helps me get my fat ass on top of the kitchen counter, making sure my hips are close to the edge of the counter. He slides into my apex so fast, moaned and pulled out. He leans down taking one of my nipples into his mouth. I moaned his name loudly. Vince slid his penis into my apex again, thrusting hard and fast. I wrapped my legs around his waist to pull him closer.

“Yessssssssssss,” I moaned. “Yes, baby. Don’t stop, Vince!”

“You feel so good, baby,” Vince said as he keeps thrusting so hard inside of me. “I love you, darling!”

Moments later, we climaxed – hard – together. He pulled out, helped me off the counter, turned me around asking me spread my legs. I did. I was sore and he knew that I was sore but he plunged his penis deep inside of my wet apex as he reached around with both arms to squeeze my breasts hard. I moaned so loud. A few more thrusts and we climaxed together. Vince pulls out and knows that I am unable to walk so he picks me up and carries me to his bed. After being placed on his bed, I stretch out and cover myself with his sheets and close my eyes. Vince left me so he could clean up where we had sex in the kitchen.

“Baby? Wake up,” Vince said. “I have reservations for dinner for us tonight. Wanna wake up and get ready?”

“Yes, baby,” I groaned. “What time do I need to be ready for dinner?”

“About two hours,” he said.

“Set your alarm for an hour and join me in bed,” I replied. “I want you to hold me for a little bit.”

Vince agreed, setting his alarm, stripped and joined me in bed. He wrapped me up tight in his arms and strummed his thumbs against my nipples. I let out a small moan and felt his penis harden. I wanted to have sex with him but we both needed the rest; I knew that we didn’t have many more chances to have sex before I leave….or in his words “making love”; I always hated those words together. I fell asleep seconds later, still feeling Vince’s hard penis nudging against my ass.

When Vince’s alarm went off, he gently woke me up by sliding his penis in my apex oh so carefully as I was incredibly sore. With each thrust, he squeezed my breasts. Within a few thrusts, I was moaning his name and he was moaning mine. I moved my leg back behind me (over his hips) to widen up my hips. Vince began to thrust deeper into me, still keeping the slow pace. Vince started pinching my nipples which pushed me over the edge. I was screaming his name, my apex clamped down on his penis and I climaxed. Seconds later, he climaxed screaming my name; taking his time shooting his essence in me.

“My god,” Vince groaned. “You feel so amazing, my love. Must you leave me tomorrow, baby? I don’t want you to walk away, babe.”

“You feel pretty great yourself, Vincent,” I said, noticed he made a face when I called him by his full name. “Yes, I must leave. You know I need to. I don’t want to nor do I desire to be romantically involved with something who lies, cheats and hits their partner.”

“You know hitting you was unintentional and a one-time thing,” he replied.

“Do I?” I asked. “You know what I went to college for; I earned my bachelor’s degree in Criminal Justice and minored in Forensics. I don’t play around with domestic violence. An abuser is an abuser is an abuser; it could be verbal, mental, emotional and/or physical. Even if it’s one time, it’s still abuse. You’re lucky that I am here and even luckier that I am in bed with you.”

“Yes, I know that I am lucky that you’re here with me,” he replied. “I’m fortunate that you’re in my life until tomorrow. I’m so sorry that I fucked everything up and ruined our relationship. I hope you can forgive me.”

“Vincent,” I said. “It took a long ass time to forgive you. It still hurts me so much to think that someone that I loved and trusted so much would consider hurting me whether unintentionally or intentionally. Am I going to miss you? Yes. Will a part of me love you for the rest of my life? Yes.”

Vince was gently crying, knowing what I said was true. He kissed my cheek, grabbed some clothes, asked me to get ready for our reservation and went to shower in the spare bedroom’s shower. I pulled the sheets off of me and headed to the bathroom to take a quick shower as we didn’t leave much time to get ready and leave. I brushed my teeth, slid on deodorant, put my contacts in and took a blow dryer to my hair real quick. After hanging up the towels, I slid on my favorite thongs and my favorite bra; I then spritzed perfume in the air and walked forward into the spritzed air. I was debating what to wear when Vince walked into his bedroom.

“Wow,” Vince exclaimed as he walked over to me, kissing me. “You’re absolutely stunning!”

“Thank you,” I said, kissing him back. “By the looks of what you’re wearing, I don’t having anything as fancy to wear!”

“You still have your LBD and your stilettos in the closet in the spare room.”

“Do I?” I asked. “Huh. Guess I’ll wear them and then pack them up with me tomorrow.”

I left his bedroom to head to the spare room to get dressed. I put the dress on and thankfully the dress fit…for the most part. Despite having an abortion two months ago (I was approximately 12 weeks pregnant at the time), my breasts were still much larger than normal and I was just about ready to spill out at the top of the dress if I moved wrong. Vince would be staring at my breasts all night – not like I totally blame him as they are rather stellar if I say so myself. I head back into the bathroom within Vince’s bedroom to do my makeup. Since I knew what we were running short on time at this point so I kept my makeup at a minimum – lotion, primer, foundation, a little blush and mascara.

My hair was 100% dry at this point so I used a hair straightener on my hair. Once I was satisfied, I brushed my hair, unplugged the straightener then threw my wallet, phone, charger, charging cable, a comb and chapstick into my clutch like purse then I joined Vince in the foyer.

“My god, my love,” Vince said. “You’re absolutely stunning!”

“Thank you, sir,” I said smiling. “You clean up pretty good yourself, old man.”

“Thanks,” he said laughing. “I have some water in a small cooler in the car already as well as a pair of flats for you. If you need any support or help walking, just grab onto my arm.”

I thanked him and we headed to sports car that he rented. As he had held the car door open for me and held his hand out to me to help me into the car, I noticed that he had a pair of sunglasses for me. I thanked him as he closed the door. He walked around the car, got in, leaning in to kiss me and put on his seatbelt. Once he put the car in gear, he reached his one hand over to rest it on my leg. I slid my hand under his and held his hand; he smiled. I asked Vince so many questions about where we were going and what type of food the restaurant would have. He laughed and told me that I, for a fact, will love the food. I had to ask if the restaurant was all seafood.

“No, baby,” he said. “It’s not all seafood but I promise not to order much. I know that you’re not the biggest fan.”

I thanked him and squeezed his hand. With our hands still entwined, he brought my hand up to his mouth to kiss it before lowering our hands to on top of his leg. I looked over to Vince, thinking how handsome he is and how much I am going to miss him. He saw me look at me and he smiled at me.

“How much time do we have before our reservation and how much time do we need to get there?” I asked.

“Our reservation is at 7. It’s 6:30 now and need 15 minutes to get there,” he replied.

“Pull over,” I said. “Somewhere kinda discreet.”

Vince immediately pulled over to the most handy but not so discreet spot. I asked him to move his seat back. Once he did, I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and we fought to get his hardening penis out. I climbed over the center console to get over to his lap, moving my thong to the side and slid down his penis. I screamed his name as I started sliding up and down his penis. He leaned to one side to make his seat lean back; as the seat was leaning back, his penis hit my g-spot making us both scream the other’s name. I slid up and down his penis a few more times before we climaxed together. I climbed off of him, going out his door. I walked around to grab a tissue from my clutch to clean up and offered one to Vince as well – no need to have climax stains/remnants left on a rental car when it’s returned.

I climbed back in, buckled up and got my comb to fix my hair a little bit. Vince got us back on the road and to the restaurant with 5 minutes prior to our reservation. Once he parked, he grabbed the tissues shoving them his pocket, used a little hand sanitizer then got out to help me get out of the car. I got out as gracefully as I could which wasn’t that graceful as my legs were a bit wobbly from the quickie in the car not long before and the shoes didn’t help much. Vince closed the door behind me, gently resting me against the car. He leaned down to kiss me. I reached my arms around his neck to bring him closer. He deepened the kiss and I let him. Ugh. I am going to miss his kisses.

Unbeknownst to us, the maitre’d came out to welcome us. We clearly didn’t notice until he cleared his throat. Vince pulled away, went over to the maître-d and they shook hands. Vince face palmed himself, turned around to ‘escort’ me to the maître-d and introduced us.

The maitre-d had heard all about me – clearly I had heard nothing of him but I had pretended that I did hear about him. Awkward small talk. The maitre-d invited us in and escorted us to our private table in a side room. I immediately noticed that the music that was playing was off of the conjoined playlist of Vince’s and mine. Vince pulled the chair out for me and helped me slide – gracefully – to the table. After he sat down – his seat was next to me, thankfully – the maître-d came back over to provide drink specials. 

The drink specials happened to be our favorite drinks. I took Vince’s hand. I gave my drink order and then he his. Once the maitre’d left, Vince leaned down and kissed me. I, of course, welcomed the kiss and allowing Vince to slip his tongue. I kissed him back but then pulled away; I knew that if I didn’t stop, neither would he and we’d end up having sex on the table.  Seconds later, our drinks came out and I was surprised how large the glasses were.

“Vincent?” I asked as he cringed slightly; he hates that I call him by his legal name. “I plan on having more drinks. Are you?”

He nodded his head yes and then said that he has a plan for the drive back. I sighed a big sigh of relief. He didn’t need to be in any more trouble than he already is – he still has his file with the local police for hitting me – but I wouldn’t be the one to set him straight if he chose to drive.

We finished our drinks and before we could put our glasses back on the table, we had new drinks brought right over as well as appetizers of fried calamari with a side of marinara and a side balsamic vinegar, clams casino and a side of meatballs. Vince made sure that I had a white Cosmo – a neutral Cosmo – with our apps and he still is baffled that I dip fried calamari in balsamic vinegar **generally speaking, I don’t like seafood but there are a few kinds that I do…fried calamari, shrimp cocktail and clams casino*** I would definitely say that Vince knows my taste in food and drinks.

We knew that the following day is Monday and the day that I leave. We were aware the time was only a few hours away but we avoided talking about it. Instead, we were focused on each other at the restaurant. Once we were finished with our appetizers and drinks, a bottle of white wine came to the table for me and a bottle of red wine came to the table for Vince as well as several pasta dishes. The pasta dishes were: meat ravioli, cheese ravioli, lasagna with sliced meatballs and sliced sausage, pasta with meat sauce, pasta with a sweet sausage link, a spicy sausage link and a meatball, fettuccini alfredo, tagliatelle Bolognese and tagliatelle pasta in a butter, garlic and white wine sauce with chicken.

The dinner was amazing as was the wine and the company. We talked so much about us with our past, what we thought of each other when I was his student, the past few years and the new job that I have lined up. A few times throughout dinner, Vince leaned over to me to kiss me and of course, I let him. A few times, he’d rested his hand on both of my breasts, squeezed and let go (my breasts were still sensitive despite the abortion). In my slightly drunken state, it hit me that this was one of the reasons why he got us a mostly private room….to kiss as often as we wanted. The staff wasn’t really in the room with us constantly but they did check in on us from time to time and all they could do is smile; unknowing about tomorrow.

With the amount of food we had, we took our time eating; they weren’t large portions by any means but it was still a ton of food for two people. Unfortunately, we couldn’t eat all the food as we wanted to and to still have room for dessert. The staff came to clear our plates, pack the food up, and bring the used wine glasses and the empty bottles to the kitchen. Moments later, they brought out large glasses of water so we could rehydrate a little. We finished the water a few minutes later.

The music suddenly got louder and I heard the beginning part of Josh Groban’s song “Per te/For you” play. Vince got up, came around to my side of the table, reaching his hand out to me. I grabbed it and he pulled me close to him so we could dance. As we danced, Vince quietly sang along to the song as it played. Josh Groban’s “Awake”, “You Raise me up”, “To where you are”, “Alejate”, “My confession”, “Solo per ti” and “To where you are” as well as several others…we danced to all of them. After the last song played, we headed back to the table. Before Vince pulled the chair out for me, I reached up to take his face in one of my hands then I leaned up to kiss him. He kissed me back, using his tongue to open my mouth to which I did and deepened the kiss. He pulled away a few moments later.

“Baby,” Vince panted. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to stop but I’d have you on the table and pregnant if I continued. There’s a wonderful dessert coming out momentarily as well as some drinks.”

“Vince,” I said. “Trust me. I want you now as well but you know I am not into public sex. When we get back to your place and when I’m coherent, we’ll enjoy each other.”

I sat down and he helped me slide towards the table. We drank the water that the staff poured for us. I reached over and laid my one hand on Vince’s thigh. He looked at me, smiled and winked at me. I melted a little bit. Our drinks came out first; we both got a chocolate martini. We enjoyed them so much we had another. Strawberries came with the second chocolate martini…not just ordinary strawberries but strawberries that were perfectly ripe and that were just recently picked. We joked that we’d prefer to eat these strawberries off of each other’s body. I leaned over and kissed him.

The next course that came out was coffee cosmo for both of us, tiramisu (for Vince), chocolate ganache cake with Amarena cherries, chocolate soufflé, double chocolate raspberry tart, chocolate petits four, Nutella cookies and vanilla ice cream. We loved all the desserts so much; we both had two more coffee cosmos before Vince received the bill. Before he pulled out his credit card, Vince went over to the maitre’d  to speak with him privately. I didn’t bother to eaves drop as I realized that I was way too tipsy to care what was said. I did, however, notice that Vince gave the maitre’d his credit card and then he came back to me.

Thankfully, there was a pitcher of water that was put on the table that was brought while we were having dessert but hadn’t noticed it until now. I knew it was too late – and neither of us were driving – we starting drinking water like it was going out of style. Another pitcher of water was brought as well as the credit card slip and Vince’s credit card were brought out. As we drank the second pitcher of water, Vince signed the credit card slip. Seconds later, a number of bags were brought to the table. The maitre’d explained that the bags were filled half portions of our dinners as well as full portions of our desserts (two orders of everything; one for Vince and one for me). We thanked him.

When we were leaving, we both stopped at the restrooms before leaving. Vince took my hand and we went outside.  Our driver from Saturday night was there with a red 1962 Ferrari 250 GTO. I smiled and hugged the driver. He laughed and hugged me back. Vince held the door open for me, held his hand out as I got into the back seat and closed the door behind me. He went around the car and got in. The driver had put the food in a cooler that Vince had brought and left in the rental car, got in and headed off to Vince’s.  Not far into the drive, I scooted over to Vince. He wrapped his arm around me, bringing me closer to him. He kissed me on the top of my head and as I was falling asleep, he whispered that he loves me. I wanted to tell him that I love him too but I wanted him to think that I was asleep.

Vince woke me up just before we got to his place. I quickly brushed my hair with my fingers to try to tame my hair. A few minutes later, we arrived to his place. Vince came around to my side as I gathered my things, he opened the door and held his hand to help me. I gladly accepted his hand and got out of the car with my things in my other hand. The driver went to the front passenger door to get the cooler out to hand to Vince and he accepted. Vince let go of my hand, put the cooler down so he could reach to his wallet in order to give the driver a generous tip. The driver thanked Vince, shook our hands and left. Vince gathered the cooler, took my hand and led us up the few stairs to the front door of his condo. After unlocking the door and throwing a light on, Vince let me inside ahead of him; closing and locking the door behind him.

I excused myself to the bedroom to change, take out my contacts and do the rest of my night routine. Vince nodded his head and went to the kitchen to put our food in the fridge, bringing back bottles of water with him as he came into his bedroom. When he saw me in an old shirt of his, he placed the bottles on the one bedside table, walked over to me, leaned down and kissed me. I kissed him back. He pulled away a few minutes later.

“You’re so damn beautiful, baby,” Vince said. “I’m so sorry for everything that I did to push you away, love. It’s all my damn fault. I don’t want to lose you. Fuck, I am such an idiot!”

“Babe,” I said. “Is it your fault? Yes. Did I deserve any of your shit? No. The thing is, babe, that we have right now. Tomorrow will happen in a little bit. Don’t talk about it anymore; I don’t want a wonderful night ruined. Let’s go to bed, ok?”

Vince nodded his head. We got into bed as he passed me a bottle of water. I chugged my bottle and I went to get a large travel mug to fill of ice water. When I brought it back to Vince’s room, I asked if he wanted more water; he said that he did but he’d get it. As he was in the kitchen, I decided to snoop a little bit in the bedside table on “his” side of the bed. There wasn’t much that caught my eyes…tissues, a TV remote, a blu-ray remote, lotion, allergy meds and an envelope with my name on it. I flipped the envelope over to open it but it was sealed.

 I heard him shuffle in the hallway as headed back to his room. I immediately put the envelope back into the drawer, closed the drawer and climbed back into bed, grabbing my phone. My heart was pounding and I was wishing it to slow down fast as he just entered the room. I looked up when he came in, smiling at him. Vince immediately put his water down on his side then he came over to “my” side. I sat up, put my phone down on the bedside table and scooted over so he could sit down on the edge of the bed. Vince smiled at me, leaned down and kissed me.

“Babe…” Vince started. “As much as I want you right now, I am going to refrain. I know that you’re sober enough to consent but I don’t want you to think back on this weekend and feel that you had not truly consented. When – and IF - you’re ready to be intimate tonight or before you leave, please let me know. Until then, I just want you in my arms.”

“Dude,” I said knowing damn well he hates being called dude – he hates being called dude more than when I call him by his legal name. “This weekend wasn’t just about sex. It was also about us spending the last little bit of time together before tomorrow. I know that you’re sorry for your behavior…if it was just lying or just the cheating, we could’ve worked this out. If it was just the hitting me, I would’ve just ended both the romantic and physical relationship but I would’ve remained in your life. Since it was literally ALL three, for my safety – both physical and emotional – I am walking away. It isn’t because I don’t love you, I do, but I just don’t trust you. I don’t trust what you say – I won’t be able to believe you even if you told me the truth, I won’t believe you if you told me that you weren’t cheating and I wouldn’t believe that you wouldn’t hit me again.”

Vince looked a bit upset mixed with sad, he was understanding that this whole rehashing everything was like beating a dead animal – we can talk about it all we want but nothing won’t change anything. He apologized for bringing it up again and literally hours before I leave. I take a drink of my water, plugged my phone into its charger, turn off the lamp on the bedside table and slid into bed, just pulling the top sheet over me. Vince turned the ceiling fan on, turning off the lamp on his bedside table and told me that he loves me as he slid into bed. He asked if he could hold me but I was annoyed so I told him no. He wasn’t too thrilled but respected my answer. I fell asleep seconds later.

I woke up a few hours later in a sweat. I was in Vince’s arms, with the blankets on me AND he’d turned the fan off. I slid out from his arms, threw the blankets and the sheets off, got out of bed, taking his shirt off and went to the bathroom to take a shower, tossing his shirt in the laundry basket on my way to the bathroom. I’m not a fan of cool showers but I was a fan when I took that shower. Once I toweled off and hung the towel, I swiped on deodorant, grabbed my water, my phone, its charger and then went to the spare bedroom, turning the fan on when I entered. I plugged my phone in, set an alarm, slid into bed, using only the top sheet and fell asleep immediately.

Apparently, my body didn’t need the sleep that I thought that I needed. I woke up an hour before my alarm and couldn’t fall back asleep so I got up, stripped the bed, put the sheets and pillow cases in the washer, grabbed my dirty clothes from Vince’s room and tossed them into the washer, added detergent and started the washer. From there, I showered – yet again – brushed my teeth, got dressed, put in my contacts and started working on  the “magical bean juice” aka coffee. As the coffee was brewing, I went back into the spare room to grab the travel mug of water and to make sure that I didn’t forget anything and thankfully, I didn’t. I went back into the kitchen, poured coffee for myself adding cream and sugar. I contemplated what I wanted to eat for breakfast but I wasn’t in the mood to eat so I tossed the sheets and my clothes into the dryer and started it.

By that point, Vince woke up, showered, got dressed, brushed his teeth and came down to the kitchen. I let him be as I knew that he had a killer headache from drinking too much from last night. He ate a banana, drank water in order to take some Advil then poured his coffee, drinking it black…usually he takes half a teaspoon of sugar and a ton of cream. After drinking half his coffee, he leaned down to kiss my cheek and wished me a good morning. I placed my hand against his cheek and looked at him. He looked sad.

“Babe?” Vince asked. “Do you really need to walk away from me? From us? Even if I bust my ass trying to regain your trust and respect?”

“Yes, Vince,” I said. “I really need to walk away from us…for my emotional health and physical safety.  No matter how hard you work to regain my trust and respect, it won’t happen in the foreseeable future. I need to be in a healthy relationship. We are unable to have a healthy relationship, Vince. We love each other but that’s just not enough for me….what I want, you failed to give me. I appreciate that you want to continue to try to work shit out…I want to try too but I can’t anymore. I’m not getting any younger and I want a family - with a man who will follow through on his word when he says that he will support me. I love you so much and it will take time to move on but it will happen.”

“So there’s nothing that I can do to change your mind?” he asked. “Nothing whatsoever?”

“No,” I replied. “I don’t want us to end but you know why I can’t continue this relationship with you. Please stop begging me to change my mind. I didn’t want to spend our last morning together like this or even talking about this. You know where I stand and no matter how much you beg, I am standing firm with my boundaries; I am NOT going to change my mind about it!”

“But – “ Vince started.

“No buts,” I said. “Unless we’re talking about how much you love mine!”

He chuckled, came over to me, brushed some of my hair out of my face and kissed me. As much as he annoyed me just prior to kissing me, I kissed him back, resting my hands against his chest.  He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer to him. I let go of his chest so I could slide his shirt over his head; he took his own shorts and boxers off.  I then started taking my clothes off, leaving them in a pile on the floor. Vince grabbed my hand, leading me to his bedroom. We got on the bed, I laid down on my stomach and spread my legs. He got situated between my legs, gently slid his hard penis inside of my apex and began to thrust slowly. He was holding back.

“Vince,” I moaned. “Don’t hold back.”

Vince’s response was to moan my name and he picked up his pace thrusting his penis in me. He briefly pulled out and slid his penis in my ass for a few forceful thrusts, pulled out and he entered my apex again.  He used his hands to pull my hips up so I was on my hands and knees. He continued to pound his penis into my apex. With each thrust, I moaned his name as he pounded my apex harder. We climaxed together and fell into each other’s arms. Once I caught my breath,  I reached down to stroke his penis. Seconds later, Vince was hard again. He rolled me onto my back and I spread my legs. He slid into me and started thrusting deep inside of me.

“Yes, baby,” I moaned. “You feel so good inside of me.”

“Yes, my love,” Vince moaned. “My god. I love you, baby! I love you so much. Marry me!”

I didn’t respond to his proclamation of love. I enjoyed this time with him.

A few more thrusts and we climaxed together. He collapsed onto his side of the bed next to me, trying to catch his breath. I got up from under his arms, got dressed and headed to the dryer. I pulled out the sheets and my clothes. I folded my clothes quickly and then I made the bed in the spare room. I headed back to his bedroom with my folded clothes.

Vince was sitting on his bed in his boxers when I returned. I kissed him and then started packing my clothes and the rest of my stuff. There was still some water in the water bottle that was on the bedside table so I took my birth control. Vince wanted to know if I wanted any help but I declined. Once I had everything packed up in my duffle bag, I brought it out to my car then I came back inside one last time, leaving the spare key to the condo on the table by the door and went to find Vince. He was in the kitchen.

“My love,” he said. “I found your missing cooler. Your left over food, the extra entrees and desserts are packed up. I don’t have any frozen ice packs.”

“Thank you, Vince,” I said. “No ice packs needed as I am going straight home. Thank you for packing up the food for me.”

“You’re welcome, my love,” Vince replied, crying as he brushed my hair out of my face, rubbing his thumb against my cheek. “I love you, baby, so much. I am going to miss you so very much. It already hurts me to let you go and you’re still in front of me.”

“I know, baby, I know,” I replied, leaned up to kiss him. “I love you, too. It hurts me, as well, baby. We both know that this needs to happen. I’m sorry but this is for the best.”

Vince leaned down, kissing me gently, parting my lips. I kissed him back as I unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off of him. As we continued to kiss, we took our clothes off and headed to the bedroom. We barely made it to his bed in time. I had lain down on my back; he got situated between my legs and slid his hard penis into my apex. I moaned his name as I wrapped my legs around his waist as he was thrusting his penis in me. Moments later, we climaxed together.  Vince pulled out and lain down next to me, catching his breath. I rolled to my side so I could be in his arms one last time. He wrapped his arms around me and we fell asleep for a short amount of time.

I woke up about 45 minutes later, still in his arms. I slid out of his arms as gently as possible. I headed to his bathroom and used his toothbrush to brush my teeth. He hates when I use his toothbrush but he’ll get over. I headed back to the kitchen to get my clothes. I got dressed, grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, grabbed the cooler and headed to the front door where my purse was.

I headed back upstairs to wake Vince up to let him know that I was leaving. He was already up and was looking for me to give me a “look” for using his toothbrush. I told him that he can either get over it or start using a new one. He just smiled and brushed his teeth with that toothbrush anyways.  We went through his condo to see if I missed packing anything. I hadn’t and I was happy; I didn’t want to return to his place or have him drop anything off at my place. As we headed to the front door, he held my hand; I thought it was a sweet gesture.

“Babe,” Vince said as he began to cry. “I hope you had a great time this weekend. I loved being with you; spending time with you, watching you with Frankie and Bob, going out to dinner and having a private dining area, you cooking and saving the roast. My favorite part was having you in my arms. I am going to cherish this weekend.”

“Vince, please stop crying,” I said. “If you don’t stop, then I’ll start.”

“Working on it,” he said with a dry chuckle.

“Oh, Vince,” I sighed. “In our years of on and off again, these past few days with you have been my absolute favorite days. You spoiled me so much, you giving me the original engagement ring and I appreciate that. I loved meeting Frankie and Bob. They were fabulous to talk with. I didn’t want to save the roast nor clean up after you but I did. The restaurant, dinner and dessert last night was so damn perfect (I kissed his cheek). The sex was quite spectacular but I have to agree, Vince, being in your arms was my favorite as well. Thank you so much for everything. I won’t forget it for a long time.”

Vince leaned down to kiss me goodbye on my cheek. I turned my head just enough that his kiss landed on my lips. He wrapped his arms around me to pull me closer.

“Oh, baby,” I whispered. “I’m so sorry. I should leave.”

“I don’t want you to,” Vince replied. “I know that you need to. If you noticed anything this weekend, I hope you noticed that I love you more than I can put into words.”

“I picked that up over the years, my love,” I said. “But yes, I noticed that more so this weekend. I also noticed that you’d give me the world at the drop of a hat. I love you too, Vince. I’ve loved you for over 20 years.”

Vince nodded his head then kissed me.

“Do you want or need a hand bringing your stuff to the car?” he asked.

“I’m good, thanks. I appreciate the offer. Thank you again for this weekend. I enjoyed being with you.”

He smiled at me but I could tell it was forced; he was sadder than he’d like to admit. I got up on my toes to kiss him, wrapping my arms around his neck. As he kissed me back, he wrapped his arms around me one last time. After some time, we both pulled away. I stepped back a little and turned to grab my purse, keys, phone, the cooler and the bottle of water and headed to the door. Vince met me at the door so he could open it for me as my hands were full.

“Babe, I love you so much. I am going to miss you more than anything, babe,” he said. “I hope you find what you’re looking for. “

“I love you too, Vince. I am going to miss you as well,” I replied. “I hope you continue your hard work in therapy; you’ve grown since you started. I hope you find you what you’re looking for as well and wish you the best in life.”

He nodded his head then he kissed me one more time. I left him kiss me briefly then I pulled away. I then whispered goodbye to him and he replied with stating that he loves me. I nodded and then headed to my car. It took me a few seconds to dump the remaining stuff into my car. I hopped in and pulled away.

Half way home, I had to pull to the side of the road and let myself cry for a few minutes. I dried my eyes and continued on my way home. When I did get home, I was ready to text him to let him know that I was home but stopped myself. I no longer needed to tell him that I was home. I unloaded the car and immediately put the food in the fridge then moved onto the rest of my stuff. Once everything was put away, I put on my around the house clothes, putting what I was wearing leaving Vince’s in the hamper, went to the bathroom to take my contacts out, went back to my room to grab my glasses, phone and charger.

I moved to the living room and turned on the TV, turning my favorite streaming service on to watch a docudrama. Half way through the show, I texted my brother to let him know that I was home and that it’s officially over between Vince and I. He called me to see how I was doing and I told him that I was upset but doing ok. He asked if I needed ice cream and cookies. I laughed pretty hard but thanked him, stating that I was fine. Then he asked if I needed anything else but I said that I am fine. He offered his ears if I needed it and got off the phone.

I texted my best friend and my parents to let them know that it was officially over between Vince and I; I explained that I was fine, I don’t need anything and that I was going to take a nap. I set the timer for 45 minutes and lain down on the couch. I fell asleep in seconds and had a dreamless nap.

I woke up after the timer went off and heated up some food from a local restaurant for a late lunch. After eating, I cleaned up, freshened up my water, grabbed a book and started reading. After a bit of reading, I went to grab the battery chargers from my purse that I’d used over the weekend so they could get charged. 

As I grabbed them, I noticed that there was an envelope in my purse. I pulled it out and recognized it. It was the same envelope that was in Vince’s bedside table. I opened it:

"My love..."