Aella

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Ace has been gone for a bit, leaving me a lot of time with Aella. The sexual tension between is outstanding. All I want to do is have her face in between my legs, to feel what her tongue can do to me. I want to feel her body against mine, and finally feel everything I've been daydreaming about for weeks.

Aella is gone for the week on a mission with a few other guards, leaving me with Mama's guard, who most certainly has the most stressful job in the entire family. 

"I need to break up with him, Mama", I plead to my mother.

My mother and I sit outside on the patio eating our lunch, it's once again a beautiful day.

"You had plans to be married, Penelope."

"But I don't love him, Mama, and he has not made any advances to actually propose", I plead to her once again. "I cannot marry him. And I cannot keep waiting".

Mama takes a bite of her sandwich, so it takes a second for her to respond. "What has changed all of a sudden? I heard about your time near the pool some time ago."

"Mama. How do you know about that?" I gasp. How the fuck does she know about that day? There's no way Aella would have talked about that time. 

"Oh please, Penelope. Ace talks about your sex life all the time with all the guys in this house except your father. I'm always in this house, I hear things".

I groan. "Mama, just because we have sex does not mean we are one-hundred percent a happy couple."

She just sort of looks at me, then takes another bite of her food. "I guess you can do what you want, but I don't know where you are going to find a man to suit you better than Ace. He's a perfect man to be a perfect husband."

"I don't want perfect, Mama. I want someone I love with all my heart, and he's not that person."

She sighs. "Then do what you need to do."

Mama and I finish our lunch in silence. I pick up both of our bowls and bring them into the kitchen to put in the dishwasher. Then I go upstairs to make the call.

"Hey, Babe", Ace answers his phone.

"Hey, Ace", I start.

"What's wrong, Pen?" Clearly the tone in my voice gives it away. 

I start to think of how I'm going to word this correctly without him getting too angry and end up coming home to yell at me in person. "Ace, I don't know if we should continue.... us."

I an feel him tense up over the phone. "What do you mean?"

"Ace-"

"Are you breaking up with me?" There's a sad tone in his voice, which is something I've never heard before.

"I can't continue to keep up this relationship when I don't feel the same about you that you feel about me."

"But... but what happened? I was about to propose, when I got home. I had everything planned out."

That just about shatters my heart, but something inside me tells me that's not enough to stay with him. "I'm sorry", my voice cracks. I want to cry, but I can't. I need to finish this off. I don't love him anymore.

"Why the fuck would you do this now?" He starts to get angry.

"I couldn't just keep stringing you along", I raise my voice to reason with him. "Would you want me to reject your proposal if I hadn't done this now?"

He sighs. "No."

"I'm sorry, Ace. But I could not string you along for our entire life when I didn't feel the utmost adoration for you. I could not do that to myself, knowing that I don't feel the way I should about you."

"Okay", is all he says. Then the phone line goes dead.

I set my phone down on my nightstand and fall into my bed. As soon as my face hits my pillow, I start bawling. I feel so bad for what I've done to him. We spent the past 4 years together, officially dating for most of that. We had so many plans to actually get married, even though he hadn't proposed officially. Ace and I had plans for our entire life together.

I lay in bed for a while sobbing, my face buried in my pillow. But, when no more tears come out, I turn myself and stare at my ceiling.

But when I turn over, I stop thinking about Ace, and start thinking about Aella. I know absolutely nothing about her, but I feel like I've known her my entire life. She entices me to no end, and she scares me. But I love it more than anything I've ever felt.

What if we are never more than two people with sexual tension between them? That scares me, too. I want to know everything about her. I want to know her favorite things in life. I want to know about her childhood. 

But most of all, I finally want to get what I've been thinking about for far too long.