Chapter Three
Tiara
Did I just agree to date Ryan Shelby?
Well not practically date him, ‘fake’ date him, like Ryan Reynolds and Sandra Bullock in The Proposal. How crazy can this be?
How crazy can I get?
Giving up on the dress hunt, I fold my dresses back into the closet and sprawl on my bed, replaying the last one hour in my head. One hour, that’s all it took for my whole world to turn upside down.
Or is it downside up?
To be painfully honest, my life is nowhere going where I planned. Not like I planned much. But ever since I started my own studio with Melody, it’s not been as full blown as expected.
You’ll think the daughter of Grace Lemptons would encounter more success in New York.
My mother grew up in a small hometown in England like a normal child, but from the time she moved to New York, she has always been the center of things, getting more and more famous the more she grew. It has always been her thing, her charisma, another thing Ciara inherited from her and I didn’t. Marrying Donald Lemptons, one of the country’s great businessmen, added more to her fame and even when she moved to Georgia with him, it hadn’t diminished.
From what she told me, things had been going well for them, he was wealthy and she was famous, the perfect match. Well up until a few months after Ciara’s birth when Post Partum Depression led her to have an affair with a big shot photographer way down in Georgia during a shoot. It would have done a great deal for me if I found out she was in love with my father and had an affair with him but finding out it was just a mere fling made me feel bad both for myself and my dad.
Donald Lemptons couldn’t send her away, it would damage his family and reputation. But he couldn’t accept another man’s child blatantly too.
The only compromise was to give me his name and tell the world I was his child. My father didn’t accept this of course and that’s how I ended up with James-Lemptons for a surname.
The bastard daughter of Grace Lemptons.
I saw my father occasionally because he is headstrong and persistent. He fought for custody but lost obviously because Donald. Lemptons is way more powerful. I never really understood why Donald wanted to keep me, for his wounded ego perhaps, but till date he has always ignored me profusely.
Like I said, my life isn’t the way I planned. The plan was to graduate college and work photography under my father. But suddenly he put his career on hold and decided to travel the world for three whole years. Now I’ve got to start my own career, which by the way, isn’t making shit.
I roll over on the bed, my thoughts dragging back to Ryan. Oh those dark eyes, the memories they bring. The laughter, the conversations…
Do I want to do this? I ask myself. Date Ryan? Do I really want to entangle myself with all the drama that is sure to come my way? I’ve never really liked drama but have I always wanted the attention that was deprived from me like Ryan claims?
I don’t have to answer that question because deep down I know the answer.
No, I don’t want the fame and love that the media shows Ciara, but damn sure I want the attention I didn’t receive from my mother and every other times when I was supposed to be the spotlight. For once, wouldn’t it be nice, for people to look at me, for people to have a reason to look at me other than to compare with my sister? Wouldn’t it be nice for once to see the shock on her face after all these years of her sneering and mock laughter.
I’m dragged out of my thoughts by a text from Melody;
“You there? You didn’t reply to any of my text earlier.”
Shoot! True enough there are two texts from her, asking if I’ve finally picked a dress for the wedding. I must’ve missed it while I was consumed by Ryan’s presence.
I shoot back a text.
“Yh, sorry. Ryan came over.”
She replies almost immediately.
“Ryan? Like THE RYAN SHELBY?? :o”
I roll my eyes at the phone but there’s a smile on my face when I text back.
“Don’t be dramatic, Mel. He only came to ask for a favour.”
“Playing with dangerous waters, huh, Tiara. What did he want?”
Dangerous waters. I think about the way he held me against his body and the way my nipples reacted immediately and the memory makes me blush stupidly. Shaking my head I reply her again;
“Tell you when I see you.”
“In two days time then. Tell me evvvvveeeerrryyythhinnngg.”
Chuckling, I drop the phone and continue my packing. Both Ryan and Melody are gonna have to wait till I’m done packing before I let my thoughts drift again.
Seven whole seconds, is all it takes, before I start thinking about him again.
***
Two days pass by in a blur.
I have to go to the studio to meet with a client twice, although I sent out a memo that we’ll be off for two straight weeks. That was about the only fruitful thing I did during those two days. I tried dress shopping online, didn’t see anything I found attractive, I practiced ways to style my hair, I cleaned up, I packed some more, I received the memo spelling out the wedding’s week-long event from Ciara’s assistant prompting me to bring a plus one. Ha, if only she knew. I contemplated make up and decided on minimal, I rechecked the flight details, and I waited almost dreadingly for Ryan to show up at my doorstep.
He comes at exactly 11am dressed in a white linen shirt that has three buttons undone showing off his tanned skin and black pants that hangs on his hips in a way that ...
Get a grip Tiara.
He gives me a boyish smile as I open the door for him and I feel my heart pause for a second. “Sup Tee?”
He is holding a short black traveling bag in one hand and a gift bag in the other. I frown at it.
“My flight is at 12, I decided to come an hour earlier.” He walks past me and sits on my couch. I hate that my apartment looks too small for him and his aura.
Wait flight? Shit we never got to talk flight details. “I already booked a flight.”
He shrugs and regards me. “Cancel.”
“What?”
“You booked economy?”
I glare at him. Being the daughter of Grace, money has almost never been a problem for me. But yeah I booked economy. Chunks of my money are going into the studio and who knew photography would turn out this expensive?
At my silence he speaks up again. “No offense Tee, but I’m not flying economical. Our flight is going to be first class. Cancel.”
Ugh the arrogant bastard! I dash into my bedroom and drag out my luggage, pausing for a couple of minutes to cancel out the virtual flight ticket.
When I emerge back to the living area, he turns to look at me and instinctively, I jut a chin at the large gift bag by his side. “You didn’t tell me you were getting wedding gifts.”
He looks momentarily lost for a second, then he recovers. “Oh,” he stands grabbing the bag and passing it to me, “It’s for you.”
I startle. “What?”
“You don’t have any dress for the wedding. I saw your whole collection when I came in here the last time.” His voice is mocking.
I flush. “Oh, uh… I’m not a dress person.” More like a baggy outfit kinda girl.
“I know.”
“I was hoping to get a dress when we get there.”
He stares at me coolly. “Just saved you the trip.”
“Thanks,” I mutter and gently take the gift bag without taking a look inside. I’ll have enough time to do that later.
He is still standing there, dangerously close to me, an expression I can’t fathom splayed on his face.
I shift to from my right to my left foot. “One hour to get to airport, we’ve gotta move now or we’ll never make it in time.”
“Yeah,” his eyes doesn’t leave mine, “just one last thing to do.”
“Oh?”
He stretches a hand to slightly graze my elbow and I gasp softly, almost flinching at his touch. “That,” he says, “no one’s gonna believe we’re together if you keep on doing that.”
I blink stupidly. “Doing what?”
“Reacting that way,” his voice is cool, collected, unlike mine and he steps closer as if to prove a point. I resist the urge to take a step backwards and stand my ground.
A small smile quips at the corners of his lips. “Stay still Tee.”
My voice comes out as a squeak. “What?”
“As still as a corpse.”
He must have stepped closer again because suddenly there is no space left between us anymore and I think I sway a little. His hands fly to my back to keep me in place.
“As still as a corpse,” he repeats, his voice stern and low.
With one hand still on my back, the other hand comes up to caress my face and tuck a strand of hair behind my left ear. My breathing comes out in soft raspy sounds as he continues caressing my face, looking down at me with that slow fire burning in his dark eyes.
I know what he’s about to do and I know I should push him away. It’s wrong for him to make me feel all this things around him. It’s wrong for him to hold me like this, pinned under his stare and his hands. And it sure as hell is wrong for me to want him to do what he is about to do, possibly a little faster then he intends.
Unintentionally, my body strains upwards. I almost groan.
Fuck, just kiss me already, I think, and all of a suddenly I can think no more as he – as though reading my thoughts – swoops down and takes my lips in his.
For the first one second I’m unresponsive, shocked by the feel of his lips on mine and the tightening around my pelvic area in response to his kiss.
Then as if on their own accord, my hands fly to his hair and my lips begins their responsive molding against his. His lips are soft, but firm, unyielding as his tongue explores my mouth. I moan softly into his mouth and mirror his tongue with mine. His hands tighten on my back, drawing me closer to him as he kisses me senseless, tilting me backwards with the sheer force of his body. His hand trails the length of my back to my ass and he squeezes lightly before —
He abruptly lets go, holding me at arm’s length breathing hard.
I almost protest. My lips are stinging slightly and my head is dizzying from the force of our kiss.
I look at him quizzically and he stares at me hard. “Damn, Tee,” he says, then let go of me totally and rake his hand through his hair I just messed up.
Looking anywhere but me, he grabs my suitcase and his and heads for the door. “Come on, we’ve got forty-five minutes left give or take.”
I’m standing there staring at his retreating back, wondering;
What in the actual fuck just happened?
RyanThe drive to the airport is a silent one.Tiara is unbelievably quiet, staring out the window of the passenger seat as the city of New York whips by, with her hair slightly billowing around her. She turns to my direction once and goes back to staring.“Music?” I ask her after twenty minutes of silence.She blinks, focusing on me as if surprised I’m in the car. “Music.Yeah.”“What do you like?”She gives me a rueful smile and shrugs lightly, using her index fingers to shift the hair from her face. “Same old.”Eyes on the road, I reach out to the infotainment system with my right hand and scroll through a list of songs settling on Alina Baraz’s ‘Electric’.She sends me a grin and I return it. “You still listen to this?”“Not everyone changes, Ryan.”I give her a shrug. “You did.”She bites her lips softly and automatically my gaze is drawn to its lusciousness, my mind replaying the way it felt, plump and willing under mine a few minutes ago.Color creeps up to her cheeks and she dr
TiaraOkay maybe I overreacted a little.Or more than a little.I probably shouldn’t have fired at him like that. Especially since I had no right to. But he had called our kiss ‘nothing’. A kiss that had me reeling from it for over hours. It had not been nothing. At least not for me.I wanted to explain after, maybe even to apologize. I wanted to tell him I didn’t mean to get all riled up and maybe even blame it all on the stress of the trip. But he spent a whole lotta time in the shower, and by the time he came out I was fast asleep.Throughout the entire journey during the flight and the ride to Ocean City, he remained eerily silent. The only times I heard his voice were when he had to take phone calls, otherwise, he was quiet.As we drive, to shift my attention away from his quiet brooding and the imposing presence he cuts behind the wheel I focus on the view of Ocean City landscape, unfolding outside. The city is beautiful, I see why Ciara chose to have her wedding in Maryland. As
Tiara“What on earth are you thinking?” Melody attepmtps to infuse her tone with criticism but she is betrayed by the unmistakable undertone of excitement that bobbles in her voice.“It’s totally nothing, Mel.”“Nothing?” she is slightly taller than me so I have to walk faster to keep up with her steps as we stride down the hallway to the Grand Ballroom, where all the guests are meeting. “You dating Ryan is not nothing. Gurl, he was your sister’s boyfriend.”“'Was’ being the operative word here.”“So what? He dumps her ass and all of a sudden he’s into you?”“Mel, they broke up two years ago, and is it so hard to believe that Ryan can actually want to be with me?” Even I don’t believe it as the words comes out of my mouth.She shrugs her toned shoulders. “Actually nah, I mean you cute and all but babes, this is Ryan. Ryan Shelby. And you don’t want to play with fire. You don’t want to mess with Ciara now do you?”Technically, that’s the whole plan.“We’re just y’know taking things slo
RyanThe suite is empty when I wake up. Quiet, with the distinct scent of roses that is undoubtedly Tiara. Grabbing the wedding itinerary, I go through the list of events. There is a scheduled breakfast martinee that supposedly begun an hour ago, all guests are instructed to come to the oceanfront lawn for brunch. Technically, I’m not a guest but well…I stride back to my room.Yesterday had been great.The look on Ciara’s face when she confronted me. The shock that had everybody frozen. The dinner that didn’t hold.Ciara had stomped away right after the ‘stunt’ we pulled and the dinner had been called off.It couldn’t have gotten any better. The crowd was entranced by us, the perfect scandal. Even I was entranced. Tiara looked good in the light. Why she hadn’t noticed it is still a wonder to me. Not everybody belonged in the shadows and most certainly not someone that looked the way Tiara did in that green dress.It had been a great night. At least right up to the moment when we came
TiaraYou know what’s better than sailing into the sunset?Sailing into the sunset with your best friends.Rich as my family may be, I’ve never been on a yacht cruise. Never had to experience the thrill of sailing across crystal-clear waters, feeling the warm rays of sunset on my skin and the ocean breeze in my hair. Never had to inhale the salty air and feel the ripples in my skin.Just as the ride starts, I stand on the middle deck, looking over the turquoise water, letting it calm my nerves.What a great time to be alive.The yacht is breathtakingly stunning, with a sleek white hull, expansive windows, and three majestic decks.Suddenly I feel a presence behind me, and I whip around to see Ciara there, staring at me, with a smug look in her eyes. I haven’t seen her all day and I wondered if it had anything to do with the scene we pulled yesterday.“What are you doing?” I ask her.She saunters to stand beside me on the deck. “Considering pushing you over that railing,” she says quie
TiaraThe card pings against the card lock of our suite and I all but scramble in.I can feel his gaze pinned to my back with an unnerving intensity as I walk through the sitting area to my designated room, but I don’t turn around not trusting myself to be logical. I don’t know I can hold on to my control if I see that look in his eyes again.“Goodnight, Tee,” I hear his voice behind me and I nod, flushing a bright red as my hand rests on the doorknob.“Goodnight.”Inside, I let out a pent up breath I didn’t know I’ve been holding since we left the yacht. It was crazy reacting to him like that, but what was even crazier was knowing that if he had wanted to take me right then and there, if he had wanted to fuck me senseless on that yacht, I would’ve given in without so much as a shred of resistance.Taken off my clothes, I make a beeline for the bathroom, standing in the hot shower, playing back everything from tonight in my head. What was that about?It’s like whenever he is close to
TiaraMy body screams in protest as he backs away and I want nothing more than to pull him back to me.“We shouldn’t be doing this,” he growls, pinning me under his gaze.Nodding, I pull my hair away from my face. The knot I tied earlier loosened up while we kissed so I tie it back on top of my head.“You’re right,” I agree in a whisper, “this is absolutely wrong.”“It’s crazy.”“It’s erroneous. You should leave.”“I should leave,” he agrees, “It’s only for the best.”None of us move an inch.I cross my legs, in an attempt to stifle my stimulation. His hands clenches and I know he is making an effort at gaining control.“Everything can go wrong,” he explains.“Uh-huh.”“We’ve got to keep our head in the game.”“The game is all that matters.”A second passes, then two.Shaking his head, he mutters, “I am officially a jerk,” then his hand shoots to slide around my waist, pulling my body to his in one quick motion that has my head reeling. I don’t have time to recover before his mouth ta
RyanHer hair is a soft tangle, splaying and fanning out wildly across the pillow. I watch as the first lights of dawn dances across her face, illuminating the gentle rise and fall of her chest with each peaceful breath.I’ve watched her sleep before, all those nights we spent as friends in her dorm room when she slept either with a pen in her hand or sprawled against a bunch of textbooks.But watching her now is different. Which is as well because we never had sex during those freshman year days. Watching her, it’s like I don’t want to stop, it’s like if I watch her long enough then I can delay the reality of what just happened from hitting me.I slept with Tiara. Despite every shred of common sense telling me to walk away, I couldn’t stop myself. It’ll be better for me if I had some kind of regret or guilt, at least that’ll make me feel less of a jerk. A sign that I’m not completely devoid of conscience – and that thought alone might just spare me from feeling like a total monster.
TiaraBeing Ciara for twenty minutes straight is exhausting.I’ve never blackmailed someone before. Never, in my twenty-three years of living. But I guess it’s true what they say – you make one lie then you’ve got to make a thousand more to keep it standing. Well, in my case – one single act of blackmail to keep it standing.I think back on our conversation as I amble out of the building and the shock on her face replays in my mind’s eye like a snapshot. The shock that rapidly morphed into a flicker of fear, then a flash of anger and finally a desperate look of plea, that lasted a second before igniting back to anger and I know I should gloat over the fact that for the first time in our lives, I’m able to get to my sister and not the other way round.Instead I feel guilty, culpable, like I did something wrong. Something I shouldn’t have. It’s not fair having your deepest secret thrown at you like that.But then again, she did do worse to me in less graceful methods.As much as I hated
Ryan“What’s the other reason?”“What?” I’m a murmuring sleepy mess beside her.“The day you came to my apartment, in New York,” she whispers back, “you said you had two reasons. Getting back at Ciara was only one of them. What's the other one?”“Uh-huh,” We were in my room and as much as I love having her naked form beside me, I prefer when that naked form is not up by two am buzzing with questions.“Come on,” she whispers, her back pressed to my chest, her butt pressed to my dick. “What’s the other reason?”“I’ll tell you,” I pull the covers to her shoulders and kiss her neck softly, “if you let me sleep.”She squirms in protest. “Just tell me already,” her voice sounds very childlike at this moment, it’s hilarious.“Okay,” I mutter, seeing a loophole, “I’ll tell you. Right after you tell me how you ended up making out with Jackson.”She stiffens. “We didn’t make out.”“Mm-Hmm.”“You’re right, it is pretty late, and I’m going to sleep now.”My laugh is a row rumble on her neck as I
TiaraMy sneakers create thumping sounds on the hardwood floor of the hallway as I make my way to Melody’s room. The hotel rooms are situated in a different building from the suites and since most single guests booked rooms, I keep on running into different cousins and relatives that I have to stop and engage in small unnecessary chit-chats with.I just finished chatting with Aunt May, when I feel a shove to my right that projects my whole body to the left, slamming me through an open doorway into a tiny broom closet.Panicked, I whirl around, a scream on my tongue as Ryan closes the door shut behind him, trapping us both inside the broom closet.“Jesus Christ, Ryan!”He looks down at me hard and pins my shoulder to the wall, “Are you blowing me off?”“What are you doing, there are people outside who might hear us?” I whisper, vaguely aware that there are thousands of relatives out there that don’t have to strain to hear us in passing.He gives me a devil-may-care shrug. “I was worrie
TiaraMy phone pings as Ryan’s message pops on my screen;“Call me. I get worried when you’re silent.”It is followed by a message from Melody;“Alone time with Ciara? What was that about? Text me or I’ll believe she dunked your head into the pool.”I ignore both of them and go back to the task at hand; watching the sunset.My father and I always performed this ritual of ‘capturing the sunset’ during the times he had me over and it has evolved into a therapeutic escape for me over the years, a chance to clear my thoughts and calm my nerves. It’s become an outlet for me.The sky is a breathtaking canvas of soft pinks, burnt oranges and gentle purples my gaze is fixed on its beauty as the suns descent paints a serene landscape. “Not long now,” My father’s voice cuts into my thoughts, I turn to see him give last-minute adaptations to his camera.Ciara knows. Somehow, Ciara knows about the secret I’ve been keeping for two years now and she is willing to use it and every other thing with
Tiara“It wasn’t even like that,” Ciara says in a fit of giggles, “he wanted a burrito, who would’ve thought it would be the beef in his diet?”Everyone erupts into a fit of laughter. We skipped the scheduled cultural tour around the resort and in its stead, opted for a louging in the pool, leaving the sightseeing to the older folks.It’s the old college gang back together and we’ve been caught up in a nostalgia-filled time warp reliving our crazy college memories for the past hour.Melody laughed again, her shoulders jerking. “Y’all know how much Tiara loved her bagels, well there was this one time,” I swat her arm, in an attempt to make her stop, but she ducks and continues anyway “we bought a bagel and some bird snatched it up,” she doubles over in laughter before she says the next words, “y’all should’ve seen her skinny ass chasing a bird all over the garden.”Everybody, - including Ciara - disintegrates into a series of laughter and I fake a glare at each of them. “In my defense
Tiara“Brighten up a little,” my mom commands, “there are cameras everywhere and you look like you’re about to have a constipation.”I plaster a thin smile. “This is about as good as it can get, mom,” I tell her, forking through my food at the informal dinner, not really eating anything.The restaurant is great, with a sleek upscale vibe and understated luxury and the food, looks – and smells – great. But all my appetites have disappeared inexplicably.“It’s got to do with the Shelby boy doesn’t it?” she queries, “he’s dreamy, Tiara, he’s rich, he is too good-looking for his own good, but those are not the kind of guys you go for. Now, he is trouble.”I stare at her dryly. “Uh-huh. Thanks for the relationship advice.”“It doesn’t have to be this way,” she pats her blond hair to keep it in place, smiling at the camera as a photographer passes in front of us. I’m scowling before I even register the camera so I’m positive I’ve destroyed her perfect picture. Good.Hoping to steer her atte
Ryan“… and I knew, man, something was off. I could smell it, literally. She had his junk liquid all over her, and she smelt like him. Hell, even when I kissed her she tasted like him.”I am stuck in a ‘bro’ conversation with a bunch of the groomsmen together with Jackson, listening to some guy that looks a lot like a frat guy relaiyng his breakup story to us. His last sentence has all of us staring at him wide-eyed.Tony is the one that speaks first. breaking the shocked silence. “Tasted like him?”“Yeah bro,” frat guy swings his beer, “it sucked. A lot. Never trust a woman.”“Dude, if you knew what he tasted like then don’t you think that maybe you were the problem in your relationship,” Jackson mocks.Frat guy shakes his head. “Nah bro. He was my bro, and she did him all over.”Tony snickers and taps his shoulder. “So what? You off women now?”“Yeah bro,” frat guy shrugs, “I’m never gonna see a girl and say – dang it she is hot!”Perplexed, I glance at him and see that he has total
TiaraI wake up with a goofy grin on my face.I don’t even realize it till I’m standing in the bathroom mirror, staring back at my smiley reflection. I mentally slap myself, wiping the grin off my face. It’s not like it’s the first time I’ve had sex.But to be fair, it is the first time I’m having that kind of sex.The kind that makes you want to combust into a thousand different particles of heat and never come back.Picking up my toothbrush, I look back to my reflection and –And my brows shoots up together in mild shock.My hand automatically flies to my neck, running my fingers across the red-almost-purple bite marks that are a sharp contrast to my pale skin.I gasp loudly. I have a hickey! Make that two hickeys. Oh wait… I turn my neck further… three hickeys!All those biting and sucking yesterday… I should’ve known that’ll leave a mark. I catch the grin spreading on my face in my reflection and I immediately wipe it off.I shouldn’t feel this good about this. But it’s hard not t
RyanHer hair is a soft tangle, splaying and fanning out wildly across the pillow. I watch as the first lights of dawn dances across her face, illuminating the gentle rise and fall of her chest with each peaceful breath.I’ve watched her sleep before, all those nights we spent as friends in her dorm room when she slept either with a pen in her hand or sprawled against a bunch of textbooks.But watching her now is different. Which is as well because we never had sex during those freshman year days. Watching her, it’s like I don’t want to stop, it’s like if I watch her long enough then I can delay the reality of what just happened from hitting me.I slept with Tiara. Despite every shred of common sense telling me to walk away, I couldn’t stop myself. It’ll be better for me if I had some kind of regret or guilt, at least that’ll make me feel less of a jerk. A sign that I’m not completely devoid of conscience – and that thought alone might just spare me from feeling like a total monster.