Gina & Edwin Chap. 3, a short story by Juls Stahh. Date added: 2012-06-15. Times viewed: 2665.
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"Melanie," I sighed. "We made love, we actually made love. He moaned and held me tight, kissed me like he never kissed me before and I kicked him out. I told him to leave." Melanie stopped eating vanilla ice cream and gasped, her eyes wide at me.
"You made love? When?" she asked me. I sighed and leaned back on the couch. "Yesterday..."
"Yes," I raised an eyebrow. "How did you know?" She cursed silently and fed some ice cream to Nathan who came from down the hall.
"He was here yesterday," she sighed. "He was, upset. Jordan and him were up all night talking, I didn't hear but he was very upset, I don't know about what."
"Really?" I asked her. "Damn, he slept here?" Melanie nodded and swallowed ice cream.
"So now what?" she asked me. "You still love him." I nodded and brushed my fingers through my hair. "Gina, give him a chance."
"No!" I snapped. "Hell no Melanie! I asked him for a relationship, he said he couldn't give me one. Two years later he wants to come back. Hell no, he's going to have to suffer! He's going to have to believe I'm getting married!" A door closed and we both looked up.
"So, it's for real, you are getting married?" Edwin asked as Jordan threw his car keys on the side table. Was that all he heard? "Gina, you can't get married." Melanie's eyes widened.
"What did you hear?" she asked him. He glared at me and then brushed his fingers through his hair.
"She's getting married," he shook his head. "See, I told you Jordan." Jordan gave me a sad look and I stood up.
"Call me later Melanie," I sighed. "Give the baby a kiss for me." She nodded and watched me walk past Edwin, but he grabbed me.
"You are not leaving," he pulled me around. "We have to talk."
"About what?" I asked him. "Let me go Edwin, what the hell is your problem?"
"Gina, my problem is you!" he growled at me as he pulled me to him. "If you are leaving, we are leaving together, in the same car, to the same place." My eyes widened as our bodies pressed together, he wrapped his fingers in my hair.
"Well," I took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, that will not be possible. I'm going to meet my future husband." He cursed and pulled my head back, taking my lips in that vicious way he did yesterday. I struggled against him until I melted into his arms and the kiss went to one of those kisses we had yesterday, warm, gentle and romantic..
"Please," he murmered against my parted lips. "Please Gina, let me go with you." Yes Gina, take him with you, so you can make love with him again, so he can hold you like he did before. Oh my, that sounded heavenly right now. Right when I was about to say yes, my phone rang and I took the blackberry out, Joseph. Shit.
"Hello?" I murmered.
"Gina," Joseph spoke. "I have an hour for lunch, would you like to go eat somewhere?"
"Sure Joseph, I'd love to go eat with you, where are we going?" my eyes met Edwin's. They glared at me before taking the phone from my hand.
"She aint going no where with you."
"Who's this?" the manly voice spoke from the other side.
"I'm her man, she ain't going anywhere with you, don't call her again, she doesn't want you," I snapped as I pulled Gina tighter to me.
"Asshole!" she cried. "That's Joseph! Leave him alone! I rather be with him than be with you." Jordan came forward and gave me a look of asshole. I had to let her go. I glared at him, she's mine! Melanie walked to Jordan, whispered something in his ear, they both smiled and continued looking at us.
"Wow," Joseph chuckled. "She rather be with me than be with you."
"Who the fuck are you?" I sighed. "Her fiance? Her boyfriend? Her future husband?" Gina's eyes widened and she turned to Melanie who gripped Jordan's shirt.
"EDWIN!" Gina cried. "Stop, leave him alone!"
"What?" Joseph asked. "No, we have nothing with each other, she doesn't want anything to do with me, she just wants to be friends." I chuckled and ended the call, giving it to Gina who snapped it from my hand and pushed against me.
"That's not him," I smiled. "So who are you getting married to? Or was it a lie?" She froze and pouted. "Gina," I sighed. "Why can't we talk? Alone?"
"Fine," she nodded. "Let's go talk but I'm driving my car."
"Perfect," I smiled. I winked at Jordan and at Melanie before pulling Gina out the big house. She jumped into her jeep and I jumped into my ford. The ride to her house was about twenty minutes with traffic and what not but when we got there, I couldn't help the feeling of a welcoming home. I cursed silently, this was all too new to me.
"Let's talk," Gina said as we entered her living room. "Want to talk about how you left me stranded? How you came into my house like it was your own? It's been two goddamn years Edwin, what do you want?"
"You," I sighed. "Gina, look at me, I wouldn't be here just for the sex. Goddamn Gina, I can have any fucking girl I want, I'm a pornstar!" She rolled her eyes and kicked off her pumps. Her pretty toes were painted in red, damn, even her toes were sexy.
"So why are you here?" she turned to the TV. She switched it on, changing channels. I glared at her.
"Why the hell do you think I'm here?"
"Baby, I'm a pornstar, please."
"So you tell me."
"Me..As in me what?"
"Everything? What's everything?"
"Gina, don't make this more difficult for me."
"I don't know what you want."
"I know it's me."
"Goddamn woman!" I growled. I pulled her to me, so she could straddle my lap. "I want fucking you, everything, my woman, my pussy, my house, kids, marriage, arguements, break ups, make ups, EVERYTHING!" I catched her look of suprise before pulling her down for a long and wet kisss. I backed up, our eyes met and I smiled. "I need you Gina."
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