Beverly waited at the door as she watched Bruce walk down the hall. She really didn’t want him to go. Then again, why would he stick around for her? To him, she was the wild woman who hijacked his engagement party for thirty minutes, wrote filthy fiction doing erotic and crazy things to him, and was clumsy.
The door opened. It was Trevor.
“Well, hi,” Trevor greeted with a smile.
“Hey, I came to see the new mom and the new addition,” Beverly said.
“Not me, huh?” Trevor said with a croaked smirk.
“You weren&r
One week later . . .Beverly was at home typing up a nightclub review for The N.Y. when her cell rang. The caller ID said Not Available, so she figured it was her contact.“Hello?”“Bev, it’s Devin. Look, I found that guy.” Devin was a guy she had known from Queens when she had lived there as a child. He was eight years older than. Even back then, he was the guy who could find anything, find anyone, or get you a hook-up for everything.“Good. It’s been a month since I heard from you last. I thought you had given up.”“If I had, I would have returned your three hundred bucks. If I can’t make good, I usually return my fee. He’s living above La Hacienda a block away from the Bronx. It’s a Mexican restaurant he and his old lady just opened. But, there’s a catch.”Beverly rolled her eyes. “Of course, there is. What is it?&rdqu
Beverly waited in the apartment building lobby for Bruce. When she saw the dark blue Bentley pull up, she knew it was him. She walked outside and down the stairs. She opened the door and quickly hopped in. Beverly’s eyes widened at the sight of his muscles on display. Bruce must have gone home to change because he definitely wasn’t wearing a suit. He had on red shorts and a white T-shirt. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on his arms and legs. Nothing, but tan muscle. She wondered if he laid in a tanning bed or was it natural. She couldn’t see him getting that kind of bronze from a spray can. He pulled off in traffic without saying a word. She looked around inside the Bentley. &ld
Bruce took Beverly to a gym three miles away from Brooklyn called Sweat 24. Bruce and Beverly had stretched and got on treadmills. Beverly had put on black biker shorts with a black halter top. She power walked as Bruce jogged beside her. “You’re on a state of the art machine and all you’re going to do is walk?” he breathed out. “Yep. I’m not bouncing my tits all over the place for them to be sagging before their time,” Beverly answered bluntly. Bruce snorted. Then, cleared his throat quickly. She looked over at him. 
They had finished their workout. Beverly directed Bruce to the underground parking garage. He got a visitor’s space a few feet away from the elevator. Beverly couldn’t believe she was about to say what she was going to say to him of all people, but she was going to say it. “Would you like to come up for a drink?” Bruce looked at his watch. “Sure.” He actually said yes? They got out of the Bentley. Bruce hit the key chain for the alarm as Beverly hit the button for the elevator. It didn’t take long for it to come down. That’s when Beverly realized it was a late weekday ni
Bruce had been surprised when Beverly produced some toiletries for him to use. She had put on a light spring trench coat over her nightie and power walked a block away to the drug store to pick up deodorant, manly soap, she figured hers be to girly for him, a toothbrush, shampoo and conditioner in one, hair gel, a pack of razors, and shaving cream. She had even splurged an extra forty dollars and got him cologne. Bruce had still been asleep when she got back. He didn’t even know she had left the apartment.Bruce seemed very grateful and offered to pay her back. “I insist. I don’t want to be a freeloader.” “Okay. Just give me the seventy bucks after you shower and dress,” she said, giving in. “Okay,” he said and
A few days later . . . It was Saturday night and Bruce treated Catherine to dinner at The Russian Tea Room. It had been months since they’ve been there. Plus, he wanted to make up for the night he had spent at Beverly’s and Catherine couldn’t reach him. As the host walked them to their table, Bruce noticed his drinking buddy in a red booth. Beverly was snug as a bug in a rug next to Claude Benoit. The interview, he remembered. But, it looked more like a date. Claude’s gray eyes sparkled like he was a teenage boy. Beverly smiled and grinned, lapping it up.&nb
Bruce liked having sex with Catherine. It was good, but it was also limiting. Catherine wasn’t much on foreplay. Stroking his fingers inside her was as much as she wanted and she didn’t want it for long. She didn’t like being on top because it made her feel self-conscious about her body. Catherine shuddered at the suggestion of him entering her from behind – no matter the hole. She only like doing it in the bed – anywhere else was undignified. The only positions she allowed him to put her in was on her side and missionary. “Uh, that’s it,” she cried as he plunged in and out quickly. “Oh, yes. I’m almost there. I’m almost there!” He hated it when she said that. Almost where? Where the hell are you
Bruce opened his eyes with Beverly in his arms. Her head rested on his chest along with her hand over one of his pecs. They must have fallen asleep. He stretched his arm out to grab his phone. It was seven-thirty. He had slept past five a.m. again. “Beverly,” he said hoarsely. She stirred. “Beverly,” he called again as he looked down at her. She purred like a cat who didn’t want to move. Her hand slid down his chest to his abdomen. Bruce grabbed her hand before she could drag it any lower. “Beverly,” he said loud
The next day . . . Bruce and Beverly were on the Hudson jet heading back to New York. Beverly had disappeared to use the restroom. Bruce checked his messages as he waited for her. Jim, Katie, and Eddie wanted to stay in Las Vegas for another few days. Bruce had told them sure and kept the rooms on his credit card. He had told them to put anything they wanted at The Palms on the rooms account. He would take care of the bill.It looked like cell reception had been restored in New York early that morning. His brothers had sent him several texts around eight a.m., asking where he was and was he all right.“Oh, Mr. Hudson,” Beverly sang. “I have some champagne here.”“In a second, Mrs. Hudson,” Bruce said as he
Chapel of Flowers Las Vegas, NevadaIt had all been relatively easy to arrange. Bruce and Beverly got a marriage license, which only took twenty minutes. Beverly had seen a wedding chapel online and loved the pictures on the website. She had called the Chapel of Flowers and asked if they could do a wedding that afternoon. The woman had said yes. Beverly had gone to a boutique at the mall and bought a white dress. Bruce had suits in his suitcase. Eddie had gotten a suit at a men’s store at the same mall Beverly had purchased her dress.The chapel had marble mosaic floors, oversized crystal chandeliers, and light gray shimmering wallpaper. The crystal beaded curtains with dual glass mirrored silver pillars created a romantic ambience.When the wedding march played, Jim and Katie stood fro
The night was warm, but not humid – perfect night for a swim. The above ground pool was slightly illuminated with soft white light. Rich had lit two tiki torches to keep the bugs away.Beverly’s red bikini had thick straps and V-shaped cut cleavage. The bottoms showed the slight curve of her butt cheeks. The color looked good on her. Rich wore black swim trunks that were a little loose on him. His sandy-blondish hair looked good wet. Actually, his entire body looked good – and sexy wet. They swam around for a few minutes and met back at the edge of the pool to sip their beers. Rich had carried the cooler to the pool and sat it on the deck. “This is nice,” Beverly
Tonight, Rich had invited Beverly to his place for dinner. He had fried crocodile meat and grilled corn on the cob on the gas grill on his back deck. There was a cooler full of beer and the radio played rock tunes. Rich like rock music. Beverly liked it, too, but she mostly preferred R&B and Hip Hop. She listened to country music once in a while. “Mmm,” Beverly groaned as she chewed the last piece of meat. “I don’t know if crocodile taste better than I thought it would or you’re just a good cook.” Rich chuckled. “The latter.” Beverly smiled. “Such a modest man.” R
The day of the wedding . . . Croc Land was full of tourists by ten o’clock. Eddie was helping Jim give tours of the farm. Melanie was running the shop and collecting people’s money for the tour. Joey had opened the mini café in the back of the shop. Their cousin, Mark, was helping him. Beverly walked out to the pin next to the swamp. She stood with the tourists who were watching Rich bait a crocodile out of the water. He quickly turned to Beverly like he had sensed her there. He winked at her and quickly turned his attention back to the approaching crocodile. She grinned. Rich was a pretty cool guy. He had made her laugh most of the day yesterday
Most of the traffic had cleared up, to Bruce’s relief. He made it to Beverly’s apartment in reasonable time. He carried his gift for her in a medium size shopping bag with wood paper handles. It was after midnight when he approached her door. He could hear the muffled sounds of music through the door. He rang the doorbell and then banged on it several times. “Beverly!” he called desperately. Bruce beat on the door again. The door swung open. It was a guy with blond hair and blue eyes. He was wearing tight jeans and a red shirt with a collar. “Who the hell are you?” he asked with a frown. “The man who owns the fucking building,” Bruce sneered at t
Over a hundred and thirty people had been invited to the party. Bruce had estimated that there were forty-seven left. The clock just struck eleven and he wasn’t waiting any longer. It was best for him and Catherine to get this over with – no matter how she took the news. Besides, all of his personal friends had left thirty minutes ago, so they wouldn’t get caught in the crossfire. Trevor had said in the study that he would explain what was going on to Christopher and the girls discretely. The Hudson family had played their part and acted like nothing was amiss after Trevor had clued them in. Bruce and Trevor had thought it best to not to tell them about his relationship with Beverly until Bruce had convinced Beverly to take him back. Plus, Bruce suspected the family wouldn’t be able to contain their shock when they learn
Mr. and Mrs. Carlton T. Van Dyke invite you to the guests’ welcome cocktail party on the eve of the wedding betweenCatherine Alexis Van Dyke and Bruce Belford Hudson.Join us for the semi-formal social event at the Van Dyke Mansion on June 10th at eight o’clock. Bruce was cussing like a sailor by the time he brought his Bentley to a complete halt half an inch in front of the parking valet in front of the Van Dyke Mansion. The valet’s eyes widened like his life had flashed before his eyes. Bruce had driven the car long enough to know what it could do and what it couldn’t do. The valet was in no danger of getting hit. Bruce had gotten caught in traffic. A city bus’s break
Bruce was sitting in the barber’s chair in the small barbershop room in the south wing of the Hudson mansion. William was giving him an Italian shave before the welcome party tonight. The normally had a barber come out to the mansion to cut their hair. His father had asked their mother to create one because going to the barbershop had started to annoy him. William glided the blade down Bruce’s jaw. “I . . . have some news, sir.” “I hope it’s good news. I could use good news right now,” Bruce mumbled. He didn’t want to move his face too much with a sharp blade on it. “Hopefully, you’ll see it as good news,” William said and took the bl