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
Five days later . . . Christopher and the VP of the architectural department had gone to Carlyle Enterprises to take a serious look at the building. According to Christopher, the building needed almost everything. It was thirty years out of date. The estimate was ninety million dollars. Christopher had padded the estimate because the plumbing was so old that it didn’t meet today’s building code. If they were going to renovate the building they were required by law to update the plumbing whether it was still worked or not. He had also taken the wiring into consideration. “I can’t believe he let it go this long,” Bruce said. “And I can’t
Bruce was beyond annoyed. Two cab drivers had refused to drive him where he wanted to go. He had already gotten in the back of one cab when he had told the driver where he wanted to go. The driver had refused to take him. Bruce had demanded he get moving. The driver had put the car in drive and sat there like Bruce hadn’t said a thing. He had given up and got out. As soon as he had, the driver pulled off. His tires had screeched when he did. The second driver had said if it wasn’t night time he would take him to that area. But, since it was night, he had refused. Bruce waved down a cab that was coming up on the corner. The driver pulled over. He walked to the passenger side window. The driver rolled it down an inch.&
Beverly knew Bruce would like the wings and French fries. WestGlow had the best wings in the city, but very few people knew it. “I have to admit that was pretty good,” Bruce said as he wiped his hands with wet naps. “I told ya,” Margo slurred. Cootie, two of his girls, Junebug, and Lee came over. “Hey, guys. What’s up?” Deronda greeted. “Sup,” Junebug greeted flatly. Beverly made the quick introductions. Cootie and Bruce said th
Seventy-something year old attorney, Jackson Milton, was roused out of his sleep by the phone ringing at his bedside. He opened his eyes to see his alarm clock said five-o-nine in the morning. He cleared his throat and reached for his phone. He had a regular landline. His cell phone was in the other room. Jackson hated that thing and avoided using it as much as possible. Being as old as he was, he didn’t grow up in the age of technology. When he knew he was going to be home, he had the calls from his cell forwarded to his landline. Only a client would call this early or a family member calling about an emergency. “Hello?” he answered sleepily. “Who is this? Where&rsq
Bruce and Beverly walked side by side down the steps with everyone behind them. They had all cheered with joy when he had told them that all the charges had been dropped. “Ooo, look y’all a stretch!” Deronda shouted with excitement. “I know you gonna give us a ride back to the Bronx, Bruiser,” Cootie said with expectation. “Why not? I’m already two hours late getting any work done, may as well make it another two hours,” Bruce said with a shrug. “Bruiser?” Beverly inquired as they all headed for the limo. “Cootie gave you a nickname already?”
Five days later . . . Eddie was working out in the prison yard with a few guys from his cell block. He was in his late fifties, but he could still keep up with the twenty and thirty-somethings. “Balsom!” a guard shouted harshly. “Yeah!” Eddie answered. “Your lawyers are here to see you!” the guard yelled. The hell? “Yo man, you didn’t tell us you got a lawyer. You tryin’ to appeal your conviction?
Catherine was more than a little dry. She was stale bread. Yet, Beverly nodded and smiled as Catherine rambled on about things no one gave a damn about. It was like if she was introduced to having fun it would kill her on the spot. Bruce is stiff enough as it is. He doesn’t need her help to become a drone. “Beverly, Joanna told me you had just moved into the Alistaire apartment building.” “I have,” Beverly confirmed. “It’s a good building and the manager is excellent. Bruce picked him out himself. I’m sure if there is any problems the building manager will take care of i
Saturday . . . Eddie Balsom was escorted by a guard to the visiting area. From what he understood from the other prisoners, there were booths with telephones in the visiting room. Rows of booths with bullet proof glass between the prisoner and their visitor. Since no one had ever visited Eddie he had never been in the room. It was exactly what the guys had described with white dingy walls. The guard walked Eddie past other cuffed and chained prisoners who were talking to love ones and friends. There was a young broad guy with thick, brown hair sitting at the end of the room on the visitor’s side. His jaw looked like it was chiseled out of stone. It looked like he worked
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