Stolen Moments In Time (Ending 4 of 5)

PER SAY RESTAURANT  
Later That Evening  

“Your choice of dining this evening is excellent.”  
 
“Are you sure, I cannot convince you to postpone this wedding until next month, my gown is a Vera Wang.”  
 
“Which could be worn tomorrow at the Justice of the Peace?”  
 
Tristano looked across the table.  
 
Come tomorrow she will be a married woman, the thought terrified her.  
 
“You look beautiful tonight.”  
 
“My last day as a single woman, I thought, I will leave no stone unturned.”  
 
She winked at him.  
 
“I have something for you.”  
 
“For me.”  
 
“Yes.”  
 
“Should I close my eyes?”  
 
“If you wish.”  
 
Artesia closed her eyes.  
 
Tristano reached over and lifted a bag from off the chair beside his. He placed it near Artesia’s glass of red wine.  
 
“Open your eyes beautiful.”  
 
Artesia opened her eyes.  
 
She looked down at the golden gift bag. She slid it in front of her and dipped her hand inside. She lifted two brown LeVian jewelry boxes, and a bottle of perfume. She positioned the items on the table.  
 
Artesia lifted her face to look across the table.  
 
“Thank you.”  
 
“My wedding present to you, with love.”  
 
Tristano winked at her.  
 
Artesia held her breath and untied the brown bow. She opened the brown square pendant jewelry box.  
 
“Tristano, this...this is so beautiful.”  
 
She fingered the 0.46 carat Chocolate Vanilla Diamond Infinity pendant in 14K Strawberry Gold.  
 
She caught his eyes.  
 
“You sure know how to pull out all the stops in getting a woman to marry you.”  
 
“I plan to wed once in my lifetime, therefore, I might as well woo the woman, I’m destined to marry, and remain with throughout my lifetime.”  
 
“Okay now, when things get rocky, you make sure you always remember you said that handsome.”  
 
“I do not plan on a rocky marriage.”  
 
“Since we are in agreement on that statement, do I have permission to open this other surprise; I do believe the first jewelry box is getting rather lonely.”  
 
“If it makes my gorgeous fiancée happy, I won’t stop you.”  
 
God she really loved this man.  
 
Artesia looked at the other jewelry box. She untied the brown bow, and then opened the jewelry box.  
 
Her eyebrows arched at the LeVian 0.91 carat Chocolate and Vanilla Diamond Infinity Hoop Earrings in 14K strawberry gold.  
 
The mounted chandelier lightening illuminated the various grayish reflective shades of the sparkling diamonds.  
 
Artesia rose from her chair and walked around the table to where Tristano sat.  She lifted his chin, bent over, and kissed him slowly in full view of the seated diners.  
 
“Thank you for this.”  
 
“I will receive my thank you for this much later on.”  
 
She stroked his cheek.  
 
“I am now under those covers with you for a lifetime handsome.”  
 
Artesia walked back around the table and sat.  
 
The waiter approached their table, with a bottle of champagne.  
 
WASHINGTON, D.C  
McLean  
 
Preston’s Residence  
 
Preston laid in bed with his hands clasped behind his back. He will not forgive himself, if he did not make Artesia a part of his life.  
 
Preston sat up, and reached over for his cell phone from off the nightstand. He flipped it open, pressed the button to call Artesia’s cell phone, and then placed his cell phone up to his ear.  
 
His call went to her voicemail. He flipped his cell phone close, and returned it to the nightstand.  
 
MANHATTAN UPPER EAST SIDE  
740 Park Avenue  
Manhattan New York  
 
Tristano’s Penthouse  
Predawn Hours  
 
Tristano detained Artesia’s hands behind her back. He bent his head down and incarcerated a breast. He licked over the nipple, until it stood vertical, and glistened.  
 
“I missed tasting you.”  
 
He let her hands go, and sandwiched her breasts; he kissed over both nipples.  
 
“Oh Tristano,” Artesia moaned.  
 
Artesia kissed Tristano on the top of his head. She lifted her buttocks and grabbed Tristano around his fatten cock. She held it still, and eased her pussy walls down the engorged tower.  
 
“Oh baby...”  
 
Tristano bobbed his head back. He placed his palms on her hips and moved them back and forth.  
 
“Umm, move that hard dick inside of me handsome.”  
 
Artesia held on the back of the chair and bounced her womanhood up and down.  
 
Tristano’s palms lavished her back while kissing her cleavage. His tongue soared over her skin.  
 
“Oh...Tristano.”  
 
“I’m…I’m the only man this pussy belongs too.”  
 
Tristano lifted Artesia out the chair and stood.  
 
Artesia wrapped her legs around Tristano’s back.  
 
Tristano stood in the middle of the kitchen. He kissed Artesia until both breaths mingled as one.  
 
“I love you Artesia.”  
 
“I…I love you Tristano, I’m…”  
 
Tristano settled Artesia’s derrière on the cooking island. He crammed her breasts together and suckled on one nipple, he quickly transferred to the other.  
 
“Oh...what are…”  
 
Tristano laid Artesia back on the cooking island.  
 
He spaced her legs, saturated her downy hairs with his spit, and bent his head down. He licked her clitoris. He lifted her legs over his shoulders and inserted his tongue inside her pussy.  
 
“Tristano.”  
 
Thank goodness, he forgave her indiscretions to still want her hand in marriage.  
 
“Tristano…stick it... oh baby,” Artesia cried out.  
 
The feeling of his tongue, spanking her walls, gave way to an unending orgasm.  
 
Artesia palmed Tristano’s head, her body spasm.  
 
“Oh...”  
 
Her thighs enclosed his face.  
 
Tristano gently suckled Artesia’s clitoris. He lifted his head, palmed her hips, and pulled her lower body to the edge of the cooking island. He stood on the balls of his feet, palmed his dick, and speared it inside her vaginal walls. He pulled her up from off the cooking island.  
 
Artesia wrapped her legs around Tristano’s back.  
 
He hurried back to the bedroom.    
 
Artesia’s back met the silk covered mattress.  
 
Tristano withdrew his manhood. He got on the bed, crawled over Artesia, and separated her legs. He cupped his manhood and shoved it back inside of her.  
 
“Oh Tristano, I love you so much. I really do.”  
 
Unrestrained tears showered in her emotions  
 
“I’ll be a faithful wife to you, I promise.”  
 
Tristano stop pushing the length of his shaft inside of her. He leaned down and kissed her on the lips.  
 
“I love you too baby.”  
 
He inched back, palmed the mattress, and constantly zoomed his manhood inside of her.  
 
Artesia wrapped her legs around Tristano’s back, and rode the carnal of her promise to him.  
 
NEW YORK STATE SUPREME COURT BUILDING  
 
Eight Months Later  
 
Preston stood on the opposite side of Artesia’s door. He took a deep breath and knocked on her door.  
 
Artesia placed a case file she was reading down on her desk.  
 
“Come in.”  
 
Preston opened the door and walked into Artesia’s office.  
 
“I have the disposition file, on the case we’re working on.”  
 
Artesia stood, walked around her desk, and took the file out of Preston’s hand. She opened it and read it.  
 
Preston glanced at Artesia’s side profile.  
 
The shit was hurting him to work around her without any regards of an emotional attachment.  
 
Artesia looked up.  
 
“This will do, thank you Preston.”  
 
Artesia closed the file and walked back around her desk. Preston looked down at her derrière.  
 
Artesia sat down. She looked up.  
 
“Is there anything else you need?”  
 
Preston looked down at the wedding band set on her finger.  
 
“No.”  
 
Go on with your nonchalant attitude she thought.  
 
Preston walked to the door, and exited Artesia’s office. He pulled the door close.  
 
Artesia looked at the door. She missed their intimate conversations and the assurance of a blind future. She then looked down at her solitaire engagement ring and matching Titanium wedding band. She beamed at her decision to marry the better man.  
 
Staying faithful to Tristano was not difficult as she imagined it would be.  
 
Artesia weakened at the memory of his dick inside her every night. She wonders where the man gets all his stamina.  
 
Her telephone rang. She lifted the receiver and placed it up to her ear.  
 
“Attorney Artesia Giordano’s office.”  
 
“Hello beautiful.”  
 
“Uum, hello to you too handsome.”  
 
“Are you going to be home on time?”  
 
“Probably not, I’m due in court all afternoon, after that, I have to meet the ladies at the community center in New Jersey.”  
 
“New Jersey, again.”  
 
“It’s the first Friday of the month, and remember my commitment to give legal advice to the residents. Hey, you can meet me at my old residence, correction, our residence.”  
 
“I just might do that beautiful.”  
 
“I love you, oh, how is your day going so far.”  
 
“I have a scheduled meeting with Mr. Barron.”  
 
“As in Michael Barron.”  
 
“Unfortunately yes, he has set aside his bullshit. As a matter of speaking, we have a dinner engagement scheduled with him tomorrow evening at his estate.”  
 
“Tristano, are you sure about that. You know we…”  
 
“Like my father stated, this is business.”  
 
“Oooooh, your business voice always turns me on.”  
 
“I’ll place my briefcase next to me while we’re making love tonight.”  
 
“Who would have ever guessed I married a handsome comedian.”  
 
Both laughed.  
 
Thank goodness, he demanded that she marry him at the Justice of the Peace, or most likely, she will never know the true meaning of loving someone unconditionally.  
 
“Baby, let me take this call. I love you, and be firm in the courtroom.”  
 
“I can do that, love you, I’ll see you later on.”  
 
Both hung up the telephone.  
 
Artesia smiled to herself.  
 
WHEATFIELD ESTATES  
Old Westbury, New York  
 
Michael’s Residence
 
The Following Evening
 
Michael stood in front of the mirror, and knotted his tie.  
 
Someone knocked on his door.  
 
“Come in.”  
 
His butler opened the door, and stuck his head inside.  
 
“Mr. Barron, your parents have arrived.”  
 
“Thank you.”  
 
His butler pulled the door close.  
 
Michael turned toward the mirror, and took a deep breath.  
 
He secretly wanted to see Artesia, and concocting a motive to achieve a point, he had no qualms with it.  
 
“You have trusting eyes.”  
 
“I’ve been waiting to feel inside of you for a very long time. It might hurt a bit, but I’ll be gentle as possible.”  
 
“Why didn’t I tell her I was the man who she gave her virginity too, dammit!”  
 
Michael walked to the door, opened it, and walked out his bedroom.  
 
MANHATTAN UPPER EAST SIDE  
740 Park Avenue  
Manhattan, New York  
 
Tristano’s Penthouse  
 
Artesia slipped into a strapless royal blue lace mini-dress.  
 
She lifted the brush and brushed her curls until they cuddled her face and cascaded in layers down her back. She placed the brush down and stood back.  
 
“I look good enough to eat Mr. Giordano, and that is what you shall do tonight.”  
 
Artesia stepped into a pair of royal blue-colored stilettos sandals.  
 
The telephone rang.  
 
She crossed the bedroom and lifted the receiver. She caught her reflection in the mirror and smiled.  
 
Artesia placed the receiver up to her ear.  
 
“Hello.”  
 
“Baby, I’m fucking tied up with a client.”  
 
Artesia looked down at her Cartier watch.  
 
“Baby, we’re due at Michael’s residence in twenty minutes.”  
 
Tristano palmed his cheeks. He didn’t want Artesia anywhere near Michael, but the time for him to trust her, was now.  
 
“Baby, I’m going to have to meet you there.”  
 
“I can wait for you.”  
 
Tristano looked down at his Rolex.  
 
“No, my father is also tied up, and it will be unforgiving to leave a host waiting.”  
 
“Are you sure? It’s no bother to wait.”  
 
“I can trust my wife, correct?”  
 
“Yes you can, however, I still would like to walk in on the arm of my handsome husband.”  
 
“I promise to be there as soon as I can.”  
 
“I guess, I will see you then.”  
 
“Tell me you love me beautiful.”  
 
“I love you handsome, and do not be longer then you have too.”  
 
“I won’t.”  
 
Both hung up the telephone.  
 
“Darn it Tristano. You are leaving a kitten in a room with a fresh bowl of milk.”  
 
Artesia looked down at her attire.  
 
“Oh well.”  
 
WHEATFIELD ESTATES  
Old Westbury, New York  
 
Michael’s Residence  
 
Michael continued to look at the door. He looked down at his watch. Where the fuck was Artesia and Tristano?  
 
The doorbell rang.  
 
The butler walked to the door and opened it.  
 
Michael’s secretary and her husband entered.  
 
“Son, relax.”  
 
His father patted him on the back.  
 
“I’m sure this account, you’re agreed to let Mr. Giordano represent will be beneficial in the long run.”  
 
“I’m sure you’re right father.”  
 
Michael and his father walked in the direction of the kitchen.  
 
Michael looked back at the door.  
 
“Shit.”  
 
“Mr. Giordano and that gorgeous wife of his will be here soon.”  
 
Both men walked into the kitchen.  
 
The doorbell rang.  
 
The butler walked to the door and opened it.  
 
Artesia stood on the doorstep.  
 
“Good evening ma’am.”  
 
“Good evening. I’m expected by Mr. Barron.”  
 
“Certainly ma’am. You may follow me.”  
 
The butler stepped aside.    
 
Artesia crossed Michael’s threshold.  
 
The butler closed the door.  
 
“Would you like something to drink until dinner is served?”  
 
“Yes, a glass of white wine.”  
 
The butler turned to walk away.  
 
“Excuse me sir.”  
 
The butler turned around.  
 
“Yes ma’am.”  
 
“The weather is so nice out. Is it possible, I can be served on the patio?”  
 
“Yes ma’am.”  
 
The butler turned and walked away.  
 
Artesia felt out of her element.  
 
The last time she saw Michael was many months ago, and she was not a married woman.  
 
She glanced around the interior surroundings of his beautiful home.  
 
Several guests were conversing in small groups.  
 
She walked over to the French double-doors, and quietly slipped out onto the patio.  
 
GIORDANO ACCOUNTING FIRM, CPA’S  
Financial District  
Manhattan, New York  
 
Tristano looked down at the audit file his mother handed him in the meeting. He glanced over at the clock on the wall.  
 
The IRS was auditing an account he once managed in the past. This means he has to comb back over three years of taxes, and expenditures.    
 
Someone knocked on his door.  
 
“Come in.”  
 
Mr. Giordano opened the door and walked into Tristano’s office.  
 
“Son, I will meet you at Mr. Barron’s residence.”  
 
“Something tells me, I’m not going to make it. These files need to be completed by morning. Roseberry Electronics is being audited. Dad, can you please tell Artesia, I will see her when I get home.”  
 
“I will tell her.”  
 
Mr. Giordano looked down at the files stacked on his son’s desk.  
 
When will his wife ever learn never to interfere with matters of the heart?  
 
“Son, I could finish these, you go on and meet that pretty wife of yours.”  
 
“Dad, I got this. With any luck, I will make a brief appearance.”  
 
Mrs. Giordano knocked on the door.  
 
“Honey, I’m ready.”  
 
“Tristano, we will see you at Mr. Barron’s residence. Hopefully, Artesia can behave herself until then.”  
 
“With you around, I’m sure she would.”  
 
“I’ll meet you downstairs.”  
 
“Yes dear.”  
 
“Dad, I’ll meet you there.”  
 
“All right son.”  
 
Mr. Giordano turned and walked out his son’s office.  
 
WHEATFIELD ESTATES  
Old Westbury, New York  
 
Michael’s Residence  
 
Michael walked into his living room. He glanced over at the door. Where was Artesia?  
 
“Sir, dinner will be served within the hour.”  
 
“Hold off for now. I’m still waiting on more guests.”  
 
“Yes sir, please make sure the lady on the patio, is not forgotten.”  
 
“What woman. Never mind.”  
 
Michael walked in the direction of the French double-doors.  
 
Artesia took a sip of her white wine. She looked down at her watch.  
 
“Time waits for no one.”  
 
“For others yes, and for all, no.”  
 
Artesia turned around.  
 
“Hello Michael, you look well.”  
 
“You look… you look absolutely stunning. Could an old friend get a hug?”  
 
“Friend, and old you’re not.”  
 
Michael pulled Artesia into his arms and hugged her. He kissed her on the side of her temple.  
 
“I’ve missed you.”  
 
Artesia kissed Michael on his chin.  
 
“Likewise”  
 
“Come and sit down, and tell me what’s been going on with you.”  
 
Both took a seat on a stone bench.  
 
“I’ve heard you are causing quite a stir in the courtroom.”  
 
“I try my best.”  
 
“Modest and sexy.”  
 
Tell her you were the man she gave her virginity too.  
 
“Is there somewhere we could talk privately?”  
 
Artesia looked across the lit pave way.  
 
“How about a tour of your lovely grounds, and I’ll even allow you to borrow my ear.”  
 
Michael stood and held his hand down to Artesia.  
 
Artesia took a hold of Michael’s hand and stood.  
 
Both walked out into the night.  
 
The butler opened the door.  
 
Mr. and Mrs. Giordano stood at the threshold.  
 
“Welcome to Wheatfield Estates. Please join us.”  
 
The butler stepped aside to allow their entrance. He closed the door.  
 
“The buffet table is in the corner and the drinks are being circulated.”  
 
“Have you seen Attorney Giordano?”  
 
“No ma’am.”  
 
The butler turned and walked away.  
 
“I told you that girl cannot keep her skirt down.”  
 
“If you continue with these childish antics of yours. You will be sleeping alone tonight. Tristano is committed to this woman. And if it isn’t meant to be, then he will have to be the man to find that out.”  
 
Mr. Giordano walked away from his wife.  
 
Mrs. Giordano looked around. She walked over to Mr. Barron Sr.  
 
“This is nice.”  
 
Artesia peered inside the glassed pool-house.  
 
“I’ve heard of people living in glass houses, excuse my elementary jargon, but this really takes the cake. Could we?”  
 
She was turning him on with the smell of her perfume, right down to her legs stretched beyond the hem of her form-fitting attire.  
 
“I’m sorry, yes please.”  
 
Michael twisted the doorknob and opened the door. He stepped aside to allow Artesia’s entrance.  
 
“I suppose the owner does not understand the definition of privacy.”  
 
Artesia nudged Michael.  
 
Michael leaned over and flipped a switch up. He pulled her back against his chest.  
 
“I wouldn’t be too sure.”  
 
He kissed her on the back of her ear.  
 
“This is known as retractable glass. You could see out, but no one can see what goes on within the interior of this pool-house.”  
 
Michael closed the door.  
 
“You have me alone, now talk.”  
 
Michael grabbed Artesia’s hand and walked over to the couch. She sat, and then Michael.  
 
Michael lifted Artesia’s hand.  
 
“What I have to confess to you, is not meant to alarm you, or cause a rift between you and your spouse.”  
 
“Now you have my full attention.”  
 
Michael took a deep breath.  
 
“Artesia, do you remember back several years ago when you were in London.”  
 
“Yes.”  
 
“Do you recall an incident involving any injuries related to you?”  
 
Artesia stood and walked to the window. She wrapped her arms around herself.  
 
“I…”  
 
Her entire body shook, remembering the unfaithful night she almost got sexual assaulted, and then thrown out of a moving vehicle.  
 
Artesia turned around.  
 
“How do you know about London, and that unforgettable night?”  
 
Michael stood and walked over to where Artesia stood. He lifted her chin.  
 
“Because, I was the person, who rescued you that night.”  
 
“No, it can’t be. Then that would mean I gave…”  
 
“Your virginity to me, yes.”  
 
“Did Mrs. Giordano, put you up to this.”  
 
“Artesia, I tried to locate you for over a year. The only name I knew you as was...”  
 
“Dove,” both said in alliance.  
 
“You remember.”  
 
“Yes, I remember.”  
 
“With what you know, you will keep this between us.”  
 
“Well it all depends.”  
 
Artesia arched her eyebrows at Michael.  
 
“I’m listening to the, depend on what.”  
 
Michael leaned over and lovingly kissed Artesia on her lips.  
 
Artesia stepped back.  
 
“Michael, please don’t. I’m a married woman now, and I’m counting on you to be a dear friend to me.”  
 
“Do you think this shit has been hard for me? Lying alone in my bed, knowing the woman I instantly fell in love with years ago, suddenly reappeared in my life, and then up and marries someone who I loathe.”  
 
“Michael, what’s between you and my husband is just that. I have nothing to…”  
 
“You tell that fuck you’re married too we slept together years ago, or dammit I would.”  
 
“Do you really think Tristano would care? I am his wife now.”  
 
“There is such a thing as divorce.”  
 
“Do you hate me this much?”  
 
“I love you Artesia and I need you now. You ran away from me years ago, but not again.”  
 
Why does her life keep repeating itself.  
 
Michael pulled Artesia into his arms, dipped his head, and captured her lips.  
 
Artesia’s body was tight as a rubber band.  
 
“Relax, I have patience tonight.”  
 
He kissed her cheek.    
 
“I’ve thought about you all these years. I’ve been aching for your presence, your touch all these months.”  
 
He captured her lips again.  
 
“No Michael.” She pushed his chest back. “Please respect my decision.” She looked up into his eyes. “I do have to get back. My husband is most likely worried about my detainment.”    
 
“Dammit, after tonight, there will not be a husband.”  
 
Michael pulled Artesia back into his arms and arrested her lips in a hurry. He fumbled to unsnap the closure to her dress from behind. Her dress lagged below her breasts.  
 
Artesia covered Michael’s arm.  
 
“Please Michael, don’t. I love Tristano with all that I have.”  
 
“Then you will have to convince me with your body, your soft touches.”  
 
Michael leaned his head down and kissed Artesia on her breast nipple.  
 
She knew any other time her legs would buckle.  
 
Months of her husband’s loving filled her mind, his touches caressed her heart, and any substitute of another man’s touches felt empty.  
 
Artesia pushed Michael’s chest back and stepped aside.  
 
“I’m sorry Michael, I can’t do this, please understand. I love my husband too much to return to the past.”  
 
Artesia quickly fixed her dress to its appropriate state.  
 
“I have to go.”  
 
He clasped her chin and lifted it.  
 
“Then you will suffer the consequences.”  
 
“If need be.”  
 
Artesia hurried to the door, reached for the doorknob, twisted it, and opened the door. She rushed out into the night.  
 
“Dammit!”  
 
Maybe he went about this shit the wrong way  
 
Artesia made it to her vehicle. She opened the door, got inside, and pulled her door close. She sat behind the wheel to compose herself.  
 
“You tell that fuck you’re married to we slept together years ago, or I would.”  
 
“We have been getting along so great, shit!”  
 
Artesia strapped her seatbelt over her shoulder and secured it; she plugged the key inside the ignition, twisted it, and pulled around Michael’s driveway.  
 
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