God, if I was higher than I am now, and if I hadn’t just had a ‘wake the fuck up’ moment inside a cold shower on some dirty ass shower tiles, I would definitely answer this question differently and it would end with her on her knees, my cock inside her mouth, making her a cum-slut.
But Jayden you’re changing. Remember that. You are winning back the one human who doesn’t give a fuck who you are, where you’ve been. Just that you’re you. And buddy you have been far from that these last few months. You have done nothing but fuck her up., So, time to win her back and make her see that you’re worth her precious time.
“A ring, babe. Just a ring.” Winking at her. Fuck, I can’t help it. Bad habits are hard to break.
“Mmmm,” she draws out her eyes staring into mine.
I shiver at the look and the way it makes me feel. Dirty, yuck. Was I like that? Fuck, I hope not.
“Not like that today, babe,” I say running my hands over the glass tops my eyes breaking from hers and to the stunning pieces of pure jewelry art. They are under the LED lights that make them shine so damn bright it’s hard to see past the sparkle and see the actual body of the ring. It’s skeleton.
“Babe, can ya dim the lights.” I don’t even look her way. She stiffens, I can feel it. I keep looking as she answers with a sharp, “sure.”
“Thanks, babe.” Again, avoiding eye contact.
“Anything in particular that you’re looking for?” she asks me as my eyes spot exactly what I was seeing inside my mind. Something stunning yet simple, something elegant but classy. Not big, but still will make it known. I remove my glasses and pull the hood from my head. She isn’t alarmed when she sees that it’s me. They are used to stars, royalty, and the elite to wonder in under all types of disguise. Her sharp intake of breath though when our eyes meet, and she really sees that it’s me, Jayden James, and I’m in her shop, the place she works, getting a ring.
“I-um-wow-I-wow-right-shit-ok-I-have-tickets-to-your-show-tonight,” she stammers out.
“Epic. I will definitely tear it up for ya then, babe.” I throw her a smile, anything to break the awkwardness that is flaming inside this now too small shop.
“Is this for anyone we, I, the world knows?” She coos out her fingers grazing over mine.
“Well, not you, doll face,” I say, pulling my hand back. “This one here, can I have a look at this one?” I ask short and sharp like don’t try play with a player baby, you will fucking lose. She moves to grab some keys, then opens the cabinet without a word. Her eyes stay away from mine and I am thankful.
Holding the ring up into the dimmed light I turn it around falling in love with it, just like I did the night my eyes met Tru’s for the first time. She’s the woman I never even knew I was looking for.
The band is stunning. It’s rose gold with two diamonds flanking a stunning oval Peach Sapphire.
“This one. This is the one for my forever girl.” A stupid feeling of fucking butterflies flying through my stomach start up as she stares at me with a shocked and gaping open mouthed face.
“Um, Jayden, I mean um, Mr. James, that is a rare ring. This type of stone and its size isn’t something that there is like hundreds of. Only one has been made in this design. It’s extremely unique and also it’s eight hundred and fifty-eight thousand dollars.”
“Unique, rare, one of a kind, only one in the world you say? Well, babe, so is my Tru. Box it up and last time I checked money didn’t matter.” Leaning my back against the counter the wall behind me is encased in necklaces and bangles and earrings. All sparkling. All stunning. “I will also have that rose gold bangle that is dotted in small pink and white diamonds, doll face. Charge it to my card.” Dropping my card on the counter I take a seat by the window and watch as rain starts to fall and a little, old lady is putting beautiful, full vases of flowers inside an old flower store that says Ciao Bella Est 1989. She looks tired and frail, her body worn from years of work. An old stressed blue rocking chair sits out front with an old man who playfully slaps her bum as she moves past him. A smile plays on my face as I think of their love story and just what they could have gone through to get to this spot and how hard they have worked. The shop next door to the flowers is an old-school Italian store.
Ciao Papa Est 1979. I would give my left nut to say that they started this store as it was his American dream. She worked herself to the bone for him. Gave him her love and raised their children. Then he made enough and bought her, her own slice of the American dream.
“Hey, babe, can I have a simple white gold band set with small diamonds around the outside holding a Ruby in the center and a Rolex from the back wall.” Time to give back and make someone smile. It’s the least I can do after the shit show that has been my life. It’s the Christian thing to do. My mother would be proud.
Fake smile bags up my purchases. Walking over the road the smells from the flowers wrap around me reminding me of Tru. She always had small vases of flowers scattered through her apartment and even her office at the club.
The stunning old Italian woman greets me with a warm smile and a
“Ciao, sir.” Her English thick with her accent.
“Ciao, ma’am.” I smile at her.
Nodding to her husband as he rises to his feet to stand by his wife his hand goes to the small of her back in a protective gesture.
“Ciao, sir.” Nodding to him, he nods back.
“Ciao,” picking up a stem of the most beautiful colored rose I have seen I ask, “Wow! Who grew these beautiful roses? I have never seen such beauty before.” It’s a deep blood red with sliver streaks through the petals.
Picking up more stems this time a rose of deep purple with white streaking through the petals. The smell is insane it’s hard to place into words.
“My Bella did, sir. She is the master behind such beauty.” The look of adoration on his face touches a dark part of my soul.
“Well, ma’am, they are absolutely breathtaking as you are.” Her cheeks blush a sweet shade of pink and she swats my arm.
