The present . . .
Katie Davis watched with sympathy, horror, and panic as Beverly fell apart in Bruce’s arms. Beverly was still sitting in the chair – thank God or she would have keeled over. Bruce held her as he stood next to the chair. The girl sobbed and wailed like she was still a toddler who didn’t have her favorite bunny because Janie had put it in the wash.
Bruce had jumped out of his seat when Jim had revealed that Beverly shot that slime ball, George MacCovey, because he was hurting her father – and was coming at her.
A scared and upset four-year-old with a gun in her hand? What did that idiot alderman think was going to happen when he started stalking toward the little thing like he was going to beat her, too?
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Beverly had asked Bruce to take her back to New York, tonight. He couldn’t refuse her – not now. He had called the Hudson pilot on his cell as he drove back to the hotel once he had reception again.Several hours later they were on the Hudson jet, flying back to New York. Beverly hadn’t said a word since they had left the Davises’. Her silence was starting to worry him. She had only taken a few bits of her meal on the jet.By the time they had gotten back to New York and her apartment it was after midnight. They had taken a cab from the airport because Bruce hadn’t wanted to waste time trying to arrange for a limo or a driver at the airport. He had to get Beverly home – where she would be comfortable.Bruce carried their suitcases inside as Beverly dropped her keys on the coffee table. The keys thumped on the table like they weighed a ton. She sat down on the sofa – quiet and poised. Bruce sat their suitcases down
Bruce laid Beverly down on the black and white leopard print comforter in her bedroom. Then he straddled her hips and pulled his shirt out of his jeans. Bruce pulled his shirt over his head, exposing his bulging muscled chest sprinkled with brown hair and hard as a rock six-pack abs. Thank God there isn’t a law against a man being this sexy. His full thick bangs had swished to the front of his forehead, practically covering it fully when he had taken his shirt off. Beverly smoothed her hands up his strong thighs as he started to unbutton her light brown blouse. Bruce growled as he found the buttons hard to undo. If she had known what was going to happen in advance, she would have worn a different top. The buttons on her favorite blouse were hard to bu
Beverly’s eyes opened. She had fallen asleep on top of Bruce who was calling the hogs. She looked over at the clock on her nightstand. The hands read four-o-nine. It was still dark outside.She carefully rolled off Bruce. She didn’t want to wake him. Beverly got to the end of the bed and began to stand. Her thighs wobbled when she put all her weight on her feet. She caught herself on the bed before she fell.Damn. Then again, I had the best sex in my life over an hour ago. Beverly made her way to the bathroom, holding onto what she could on the way. She made it to the toilet. As she peed, she thought about taking a nice shower. It depended on if she could stand on her feet without holding onto anything. After relieving herself, she stood up carefully. Her thighs no longer shook, but they were a little sore – along with her pussy.She figured a hot shower would s
Christopher and Trevor had decided to have lunch at home with their wives and kids today. They were walking side by side down the hall downstairs. Bruce came out of nowhere and stalked into the living room, crossing their path. He didn’t even look in their direction. Then the doors to the living room slammed shut. “He’s back a day early,” Christopher stated. “And he’s in a foul mood. I take it the trip was a waste of time.” “He doesn’t get that upset over a deal falling through,” Trevor mumbled. “You’re right,” Christopher said as he started toward t
Wednesday morning . . . Eddie Balsom was escorted by a court bailiff to his attorneys, Jackson and Dax Milton who were standing at the defense table waiting for him. The bailiff removed Eddie’s handcuffs and walked away. Eddie was wearing a brand new three piece suit complements of his billionaire benefactor. Dax had measured him for a suit last week during their lawyer-client visit. At that time, the hearing was scheduled three months from now. Somehow the Milton father and son team had gotten the hearing moved up.Eddie sported a blue suit, a white dress shirt, matching tie, and Italian leather. The last time he wore a suit was when he was convicted – and what he wore didn’t feel like silk on his skin.When he had b
Two days before the wedding . . . Beverly hadn’t left her apartment since she had gotten back from Florida – since Bruce had torn her heart out and left. She hadn’t even bathed. All she had the inclination to do was drink alcohol and eat a little to keep from getting sick from drinking too much. She wouldn’t even sleep in her own bed. She couldn’t sleep in the master bedroom without thinking about Bruce making love to her every which way but Sunday. She has been sleeping in the guest room or on the couch. On Wednesday, she had opened the closet in the guest room. Bruce had taken the clothes he had left there. He was really gone. The only clothes that were in there were Chuck’s. 
Grayson had fixed Beverly two grilled cheese sandwiches and Isaiah had pumped coffee and water into her. It had actually helped. Grayson had ordered her to take a week off to get over whatever it was that had put her in a drunken state and to attend to her father’s affairs. Beverly had jumped in the shower as soon as they had left. She had put on a pair of black slacks and a sky blue short sleeved blouse and a pair of black flats. Beverly wanted the clerks at the courthouse to take her seriously. She went easy on the make-up and pulled her hair back in a clip where her hair rested down her back. She got the idea to call Jackson Milton. Bruce had said he got Jackson and one of his sons to work on her father’s case. She was about to pick up her cell when the doo
One day before the wedding . . . It was almost one o’clock in the afternoon, by this time tomorrow Bruce Hudson was going to be a married man – and he felt like he was going to regurgitate. He looked around his bedroom. Other than a week’s worth of clothes he was leaving behind, all his personal items were in boxes stacked around the room. He knew he was going to miss living on the estate, but it didn’t really hit him until now. Granted, he would see his brothers at work, but he wouldn’t see his sister-in-laws – or his nephews on a regular bases. And the staff. Catherine had a housekeeper, who came in three times a week, but she didn’t have a chef and she wasn’t a very good cook. Two things Bruce loved
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