They Belong To Me (Original Story)

That Night Changed Everything Pt. 3

The excitement came to her like spark-plugs roaring her engines into the purr of anticipation. Clean and dry from the shower, she lotions her body, sprays on some Juicy Couture, and does her hair and make-up. After a moment, she decides on her attire and slips on her red lace romper dress and her sexiest pair of Prada heels.

Adam had sent Aria a text the moment his flight landed at the Arlanda Airport at 7 PM; she knew that he'd be walking in the door in exactly one hour. Even though Adam has the privilege of residing in a five-star hotel in Singapore and has access to the best restaurants; she knew that away from home, he would barely eat and never slept well.

She also knew he would be very horny.

That was always the case after every business outing. If the business project went well, he wanted to celebrate by making love to his lady. On the few occasions that the business dealings did not go in his favor, he chose to 'fuck- away' his frustrations.

Aria has traveled infrequently in her life, making it easy for her to understand some of Adam's travel aversions. She never had trouble sleeping in luxurious accommodations. However, it took her some time to adapt to Swedish food. And over a year later, she still misses Adewale's Bodega where she got amazing breakfast bagel sandwiches. Mr. Blum's Best was the very best bialy shop in her neighborhood, they had so many baked treats. Juniors Cheesecakes has been her guilty pleasure since she moved to New York over a decade ago.

She recalled Adam's confession... 'The reason I was able to stay in New York for so long is that you cooked for me and it reminded me of home.'...His confession made her heart flutter and dance in the core.

Her smile was bright while stirring her homemade pizza sauce. Aria loves making everything from scratch and making homemade pizza was her favorite. From forming the dough to rolling it out to layering it with toppings, to the fragrance that came from its baking. She could put anything on a pizza and make it taste fabulous, there were the days she pulled a plain cheese from the oven just to make Adam laugh, but most days it was an edible form of her crazy wonderful imagination. It was the thing he looked forward to the most after his day. It made his once lonely house a home. It was Aria's love on a plate.

With Aria's slender and model physique it is hard to imagine the skillfulness she possesses in the kitchen and her love of food. She never had any formal training, she learned from her mother what was taught to her mother by her grandmother and on down the Bankole family lineage. Aria was a good cook because she cooked from the heart. She gave of herself, always being creative, always nurturing with what she made.

She estimated the timing perfectly. Taking a sip of wine before removing her apron, she left the kitchen entering the vast hall. Peering out the grand window just as Adam's silver – 4door sedan pulls into the half-circle drive

"Oh shit!"

An audible gasp escapes her as Austin and Andrew get out of Adam's Mercedes-Maybach GLS. The tall Swedish men are dressed in tailored black slacks, looking like the successful men that they are. Andrew wore a slate-grey Henley, Austin a black button-down blazer and Adam donned a cobalt V-neck sweater. Only Adam had his luggage in tow, a large matte-grey Samsonite suitcase. Andrew was carrying Adam's Burberry briefcase and Austin had a brown paper bag in his hand. She wondered if Austin and Andrew even bothered to stop by their house or if their things are in Adam's trunk.

'I guess I won't be freezing those extra pizzas after all.'

Her breathing quickens as they approach the four-bedroom house, she felt the anticipation, it is part of the sweetness of living, for it acts as a magnifying glass to joy.

"Welcome home baby!" She opens the door. There is a fraction of a moment between the couple's eyes and the smile and their mouth follows, and that anticipation is as exquisite a feeling as anything they've ever felt.