I'm Aaron
Chapter One
Pairing: Elvis & female!reader
Summary: You're a workaholic who decides to take a private mini vacation in Las Vegas. While there, you stumble into and befriend a handsome stranger at a bar. This handsome stranger is more than meets the eye. He wants to show you a great time... privately. It's an experience that you've never had before. You soon realize that you're in over your head, and your heart is falling fast.
Word Count: 2.5K
Warnings: Workaholism, white lies, cussing, fluff, maybe some smut... this is the introduction of the Reader so this a slowburn at first. It will get hot and heavy in the next chapter. Promise.🤞🏽
Author's Notes: This is definitely going to be some chapters! Welcome to chapter one! I hope y'all follow me on the journey because I think it could be fun.
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The morning light hits your face, and you wince at the unwanted light. You awaken thinking, how much did you have to drink last night. You didn't drink much. You barely finished your second glass. Yet, your body feels amazing like you were on a rollercoaster or a wild horse. You massage your folds without diving deep into yourself. You smile at the thought of being touched. You feel stimulated, but not wanting for nothing. That fire has been quenched.
Then it dawns on you. You met someone last night at the bar. Your eyes fly open at the thought. You were raised to not have sex before marriage, but last night, all those rules flew out the window. You place your hand over your mouth in shock and disbelief of your actions.
What bothers you the most is that you thoroughly enjoyed it. Every moment. He was tall, sweet, and handsome. Gorgeous even. What was his name? All of a sudden, you hear a groan. Then, his arm wraps around your waist as his head rests upon your shoulder. This is him. Your gentleman caller from last night. You turn your head to look at him. He's more gorgeous than you remember, and he liked you enough to spend the night. He didn't run away.
He opens his eyes to look at you, and a sleepy smile appears on his pouty lips.
"Good morning, beautiful." He says with a groggy voice.
You try to find your voice. You feel frozen because you can't remember his name, but you eventually whisper back, "Morning." Then it dawns on you. "Aaron."
He smiles but conceals his cerulean eyes from you like he has a secret to tell. He kisses your shoulder, then grabs your hand and places it to his lips.
He is so sweet. Where in the world has he been hiding? You then place your free hand on your head because you are disillusioned. The question still stands: what the hell happened last night?
Then it hits you. All the memories start rewinding in your head. How you ended up in bed. Even the reason you're in Vegas. You close your eyes as you replay the events of the evening again:
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One of your dearest friends just got married two days ago. Out of the five of your friends in your friend group, you are the last one yet to tie the knot with that special someone. You try to be a good friend. You love your friends and support all their dreams and goals. Being the official cheerleader and praying that one day your friends will be in your corner when it's your time. They are loving and supportive friends. Seeing you through all your small victories. You've got the job you desired and a little nook to call your own, but no one to share it with. You try to be brave and keep the faith that one day you'll fall in love with a guy who can love all of you. You've been hurt before, and at times, you're afraid to put your heart back out there. Your friends have tried to set you on blind dates, but you're just so picky. Not to mention, the guys were jerks, and your heart won't settle for anything less than true love. Yet they keep reminding you there is no such thing. You can only truly love someone, but true love only exists in fairy tales. Soulmates aren't a thing. You create your own soulmate.
You've never had a decent vacation and decided it's time to do so. After your friend's wedding, you planned on flying to the City of Sin, Las Vegas. You never flew before, but you were trying to be adventurous. Growing up in such a strict environment limited your options. But you're grown now and on your own. You realize the sky is the limit. The world is your oyster. It's time to live a little.
You realize you quite enjoyed flying, and most definitely will do it again to get home. You take a taxi to the International Hotel. All along the way you see signs for Elvis Presley. No pictures just signs. The taxi driver is even playing Elvis on the radio.
Your father wasn't a huge fan of the rock n roll scene and shielded you from it well. If you went out with your friends, which was rare, you'd hear the music but couldn't really explore it. It had a nice feel but it was forbidden. You'd never risk your father's wrath. Your mother played gospel around the house like Mahaya Jackson. You loved her powerful voice. It uplifted you in dark times. You lived a pretty sheltered live that carried on threw your adulthood.
"Your headed for the International Hotel, right ma'am?" The taxi driver asked you. Bringing you back to to reality.
"Yes, sir. I am."
"You're lucky. This guy playing on the radio. Elvis Presley has an engagement there. He's brilliant. You should totally check him. His the King."
You chuckle a little bit. "Maybe I will."
You arrive at your destination and the bellhop takes your bags as you enter in the hotel. Heading for the front desk, you notice there are hoards of people all over the place. You finally get to the desk and check into your room.
"Welcome to the International Hotel, Ms. Y/N."
"Thank you. I'm glad to be here."
It was quite exciting to be vacationing on your own. You weren't expecting much but you knew you were going to enjoy yourself.
The front desk receptionist handed you your key to the room and asked, "Would like a ticket for the show tomorrow night Ms. Y/N? Since your staying here you get a discount."
"I'm here for the next week so I may take you on that but for now no, thanks."
"Come up to see me or any of the ladies and we'll help you with tickets. You don't wanna miss him. Elvis Presley is like a god. Just so dreamy."
"My father would disagree with you. And I've never noticed myself. But I will consider it. Thank you."
The receptionist nods and gives you a half smile. You realize you may have insulted her. Obviously, she's a heavy fan girl of his. You remember all the rock n rollers of yesteryear. Buddy Holly, The Big Bopper, Little Richard, Ricky Nelson, Chuck Berry, and of course Elvis Presley. You just never looked at them. You couldn't listen to them, so what was the point. You heard of them and their music was around but you ignored it. No matter how much fun it seemed. Your parents didn't really read the local paper, so if there were stories about them you didn't see it.
You arrive at your door on the fifth floor and open to see the amazingly large room. It almost reminds you of an apartment but a better view of the city. You've never treated yourself this well and you are excited about your week.
You close the door behind you, run to the bed, and collapse down on the cloud of pillows. This is living. Or at least a part of it. So nice. You make yourself comfortable and take a shower in the biggest shower you've ever seen. The water was refreshing after what seemed like an eternity on the plane.
After your shower, you wrap the hotel robe around you and let the cotton engulf you with comfort. Wanting to remember every bit of your adventure. You look in the mirror and play with your hair for a bit. Brushing out your wet curls, you repeat your daily affirmation.
"You are kind, brilliant, and beautiful. You are worthy of love, and you deserve to enjoy life. You will have a great time in Las Vegas, but let's not push it." You start to giggle to yourself. Thinking of all the ways you could get into trouble in a city where gambling and drinking is policy.
You bounce on the bed with excitement in your heart. Maybe you should order room service or go down and make new friends? Room service it is! You begin to think if you eat in your room first, you can go downstairs later at the bar and have drink. Baby steps. Stepping out of your comfort zone requires baby steps. You do realize that you can't hide away in your room forever. You can't meet people that way.
You spoil yourself on room service. Ordering all your favorite dishes: chicken alfredo, a bowl of cookies and cream ice cream, and a glass of white wine. You indulge yourself as you watch the sunset over the Vegas skyline. You love how the sun engulfs the sky with hues of gold, orange, and shades of pink.
You hear your mother's voice in your head. "Sunsets and rises again to show you the beauty of life." You close your eyes and see her face in your mind. Still as clear as ever. You smile at the thought of your departed mother. You see her brown eyes look at you with love and care. She supported everything you did. "I miss you, Mama. I love you." You whisper to yourself finishing your glass of wine.
You prop yourself upon the bed as you begin to feel drowsy. Laying your head down just for a moment.
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You wake and realize that you slept through the early part of the night. You look at the clock and see that it's 10:50pm. You rush for fear that you may miss more of the excitement that the casino and bar have to offer. You dress in an off the shoulder, short light blue dress, and play with your hair so it looks naturally pretty. You don't do too much makeup on your face. Just some eye work. Lashes, mascara, and eyeliner are the tricks. Then you gentle apply your lipstick. As you rush out the bathroom, you notice the time just turned to 11:11pm. You quickly close your eyes, cross your fingers, and make a wish. "Please let the night be spectacular." You open your eyes, take a deep breath, and head out the door with your clutch in hand.
You want to get in a little trouble tonight, so you figure the casino is your best bet. They have crap tables, blackjack, and poker. It's really loud, and yet you're excited and ready for the action. You place one $500.00 bet down on the color black, and to your surprise, you win your first go. $1,100.00. As exciting as it was, you did not want to over indulge, so you cash out early. Placing your winnings in your clutch. You want to be where it a bit quieter, so you head for the lounge and bar.
The lounge is a bit empty , so a few tables are taken. You decide to sit at the bar on a stool. It more comfortable than you thought. You examine the drink list and ask for a lime daiquiri. You play with your drink for a moment. Taking a sips here and there. You grab your clutch to pay the bartender and accidentally knock your drink over with your elbow, wasting your beverage on the gentlemen next to you.
Where did he come from? Was he there a minute ago? You're a bit shocked and embarrassed that you wasted your drink on this strange.
"I'm so sorry, sir. I didn't mean it."
"T-there's no harm done. Really."
You quickly clean up your spill, and the bartender rushes over to help. The bartender's eyes widen at the gentlemen next to you. The guy holds up his hand to stop the bartender and takes the cloth from him. The gentleman cleans up the rest and places the cloth on the bar.
"Again, I'm sorry. I hope I didn't ruin your clothes. I didn't even see you there."
"I-I believe your glass hit me, and I moved before any real damage was done, baby."
You never really cared for pet names, but the way he speaks and the confidence that radiates off body humbles you. There's a mystery to this man, and you want to know more. He's hidden behind a pair of thick shades, and his hair is dark and long the way the guys like to wear it now a days. He has sideburns that touch his cheeks. Something you've never been attracted to but it fits him. Like how his clothes fit him. You can tell they are indeed taylor made to fit his body.
"Sir, can I make it up to you? Let me buy you a drink."
"I'm not really a drinker but how 'bout I replace your drink?"
"Okay, I'd like that. I promise not to spill it all you again. Cross my heart." You say making an X over your heart.
"Well, if you promise, baby I'll sit back down." He said with a small grin on his face, sitting down next to you on the bar stool. Something about him made your heart quiver. Then he reveals himself to you fully by taking off his glasses. He looks at you with his oceanic eyes. He is absolutely breathtaking.
"Bartender, please get my friend here another drink on me."
"No! Not on you. I'm not trying to ruin your clothes."
He laughed at your joke. He has a hearty laugh that brightens your heart.
"So, are you here for the show tomorrow night?" He asks you as the bartender brings you a fresh new daiquiri.
"The show? Oh the Presley show? No, I'm not. I have people telling me I should go but I don't know. Are you going?" You ask him sipping on your drink.
Looks likes at you kind of puzzled.
"Am I going? Well, I kinda have to I'm working the show."
"Really? As what? Security or something?"
The gentlemen is still a bit confused at your questions but plays along.
"Yes, I'm one of the security guys. Are you not an Elvis Presley fan? Have you been living under a rock, honey?"
"I wasn't allowed to listen to anything other than Gospel music growing up. I lived a very sheltered life. Come straight home after school, do your homework, eat dinner, and go to bed. My father did not believe in television, so we never owned one. Church on Sundays and head in the books. So, yes. I have been under a rock. I don't live with my father anymore, but he was so bent on me not watching television or listening to the radio that I don't even own one. I don't read magazines or newspapers unless it's about the weather. I'm aware of Rock N Roll music, but I wasn't allowed the chance to truly enjoy it. I would like to, though."
You look into his eyes and something shifts in them. His piercing cerulean hues change from confusion to understanding. He nods his head and smiles at you.
"Wow, listen to me ramble. I haven't even introduced myself. I'm Y/N." I said extending out your hand to him.
"Hi, I'm...Aaron. It's nice to meet you." He said taking your hand in his.
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