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Courting

Pierce pulled her panties to the side and gently rubbed in between her moist folds. He was about to slip a finger inside her. Unfortunately, the timer rang right at that time.

“Oops...your hour is up, Pierce,” Arianna said. She followed that horrible news with a soft kiss on his lips that Pierce would cherish forever.

“I hope you know I’m never washing these fingers,” he admitted as he pulled them away.

"I hope your experience was pleasurable. There's no need to leave a tip, or we’ll find ourselves teetering into prostitution territory. I must be off now. I hope you enjoy the rest of your day,” Arianna wished Pierce with a smirk on her face.

“Holy shit,” he mumbled once she closed the door behind him. He shoved his fingers into his mouth and let out a disappointed groan. He only managed to get a tiny taste of her essence, but it was just enough to have him craving more. He just got a small taste of the exclusive package, and he couldn’t wait for more.


“How was your massage?” Patrick asked as Pierce entered the locker room.

“It was a massage,” Pierce said with a shrug of his shoulders.

“That’s all you’re gonna give me? It was just a massage?”

“What is it exactly that you want me to tell you?” Pierce questioned, getting annoyed. He knew that Patrick was fishing, but he didn’t want to talk about Arianna with another man, especially in mixed company. Who knew the devastation that could happen if someone walked in on their conversation? Arianna’s reputation would be tarnished. She could possibly lose her job, not to mention any trust she had with him would evaporate like dew on a hot Texas day.

“I don’t know. I just thought it would be a little more “exciting” than just a massage.”

“Sorry to disappoint,” Pierce commented with a straight face.

“Alright, alright. I’m gonna head out now. I’m gonna be busy with Mom and Dad’s anniversary planning for the next couple of days. Are you going to Bingo on Friday night?”

“Yep.”

“Good. I'll see you there. Also, you can bring a date to the anniversary dinner if you wish.”

“When is the anniversary again?” Pierce asked.

"Two months from now.”

Pierce wondered if Arianna would be comfortable enough with him by then to accompany him to the party.

“We’ll see how things go. I’ll let you know.”

Pierce finished dressing and made his way to the reception desk to tell Arianna bye. He hoped he could drag her off to some secluded corner and steal a kiss.

“Shit,” he cursed underneath his breath at the sight of his ex-wife, Stella, at the desk.

“I demand you to give me a tour right now!” Stella shouted.

“As I have explained to you several times, tours have to be scheduled 24 hours in advance. With that being said, I can schedule you a tour for tomorrow at 3:00 PM.”

“Obviously, I need to speak with a manager,” Stella spat.

“I’m sorry I don’t recall your first name. Karen, is it?”

“My name is Stella White, and if y-”

“No, it’s not!” Pierce spat, interrupting their dispute. Arianna was handling herself just fine, but he couldn’t stand by and let Stella claim his last name like that. She no longer had that privilege and should be going by her maiden name.

She never treated Pierce like he was her beloved husband, more like he was her precious object. She was always obsessed with wealth and status, and Pierce had almost run himself into the ground to meet Stella’s covetous demands. And how did Stella repay him for his years of devotion, patience, and love? She cheated on Pierce with his boss, who could provide her with bigger and better. Stella always had to have the newest, the biggest, and most of all, the most expensive things that money could buy. Still, it was never good enough to satiate her greedy appetite for the finer things in life.

“Pierce? What are you doing here?” Stella asked in disbelief.

“I’m a member here, and I’d appreciate it if you left. I got here first, and I don’t want to run into you constantly.”

“Awe, you’re still upset about the divorce?”

“Stella, I’m elated that you divorced me. I’m over you. I just think you’re a piece of shit, and I refuse to share the same space as you.”

He finally spoke out. He finally realized he was nothing more than a puppet by her ex-wife after their divorce. Why it took him so long to realize this was beyond him. All the signs were there.

“Can you believe this man?” Stella asked Arianna. “We were married for 25 years, and he thinks he can be over me just like that.”

Arianna held back a smirk. She felt terrible for the desperate woman. Of course, Pierce wasn’t thinking about Stella any longer, but that wasn’t her place to say.

“Look, believe what you want, but you’re supposed to be going by Stella Wiesmann, not White. So don’t let me catch you again,” Pierce warned.

“If you’re so over me like you claim to be, then my presence shouldn’t bother you. I’m actually surprised you’re not holed up in the house staring blankly at the ceiling...pathetic,” Stella scoffed. She returned her attention to the young girl with the sassy mouth and was pissed that she still hadn’t summoned a manager. She would have to get her fired. “I asked for a manager. Why isn’t he here? This is the last time I’ll ask for a manager, or I’ll-”

“You’ll what?” Arianna challenged, standing to her feet, and crossing her arms over her chest. Pierce wanted to intervene again, but he found Arianna standing up to his ex-wife sexy, and he wanted to see how this confrontation played out. He knew that Arianna had Stella by the balls when Arianna cocked her head to the side, waiting for Stella to say something. “You can either leave peacefully, or I’ll be forced to call security, and you better make up your mind within the next three seconds,” Arianna challenged.

“I will be back!” Stella promised. “And once I’m done, I can’t say the same for you!” She whirled around on her heels and stormed out of the club with that final warning.

Arianna let out a low whistle. “I’m surprised you made it out alive and with all of your money.”

“Yeah, no shit, but fuck her. Can we talk about how hot it was watching you handle my ex-wife?”

“There’s nothing to talk about. She was disrespectful to one of our members, and I wasn’t going to tolerate it. She’s not Elite SA material,” Arianna said with a huff.

“I get it. You gotta protect what’s yours.”

“Mine?” Arianna questioned with raised eyebrows.

“Don’t play dumb, Ari. You got me running around here showing you divorce decrees and calling my divorce attorney to verify that I’m single just to get your damn phone number. You’ve touched my body, and let me touch you in a place I’m sure that no man has ever touched you before. You know you want me just as much as I want you. And before you even open that pretty mouth of yours to accuse me of wanting to just fuck you, you might as well shut up. I, Pierce Weston White, am officially courting you, Arianna-wait; what’s your middle name?”

“Rose.”

“Beautiful. I, Pierce Weston White, am officially courting you, Arianna Rose Carter. Do you accept?”

“What does this “courting” entail?” Arianna questioned.

“You’ll see. Do you accept?”

“I, Arianna Rose Carter, accept your request to court me officially.”

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