The Fox Hole Derek pulled his black Jaguar up to the door. Chelsea was glad to see the club had a valet. It was obviously pretty exclusive like Derek had said. Chelsea swung her legs out the car when the valet opened the door. She wore a black and yellow leopard print dress with spaghetti straps. It had a sweetheart neck-line that showed a good amount of cleavage. Derek tipped the valet and gave him the keys. They waited for the parking voucher. Derek wore a dark purple shirt and black slacks. He wore the diamond earring tonight and black Italian shoes. The valet gave Derek the voucher. “You two enjoy your night.” “Don’t worry we will,” Derek said with a big grin. He offered Chelsea his arm. She took it. Wow. It’s like we’re on a real date. They walked in to see a hostess wearing a black dress up front. She had platinum blonde hair. “Derek, hi,” the host
They were both annoyed and pissed. Derek ascended onto the highway. And for some reason it seemed like Cat was mad at him when Chelsea demanded he take her home. “Okay, I didn’t come out and tell you it was a swingers club. I thought you’d figure that out on your own. You didn’t see those two girls kissing in the bar room?” “Of course, I did, Derek,” Chelsea said with heat. “I just assumed they were just regular lesbians who were a couple. Nowadays, gays are not in the closet.” “All right, but . . . I don’t understand why we had to leave. You’re a sophisticated newly college grad. I can’t believe you didn’t just go with it.” “What? Were you born an ass or did you take lessons to get this way?” she nearly shouted “There’s no reason to insult me, Chelsea,” Derek snapped. “I just don’t understand what the problem is, okay?” Chelsea turned her body in the seat with ease under the seatbelt. “All right. I’ll
Two and a half weeks later . . . Derek had only texted Chelsea four times in two weeks to just say hi. Perhaps she was a little too harsh with him the last time she saw him. Telling him she’d be on her cycle for two weeks was a bit over the top. But at the time Chelsea had been beyond frustrated. The marriage wasn’t going the way she had planned or dreamed at all. Of course, she knew he had to work and they weren’t going to be in each other’s pockets at every waking moment, but she had thought being married to Derek would be better than this. After all, she had saved herself for the man. She had wanted him to be her first and only lover. But in the meantime, Chelsea and Caitlin had been able to shop for furniture for the new house. Luckily, they were able to find some painters who were looking for work to paint the master bedroom. Normally, it would have been difficult to find painters available during the summer at such short notice. T
The Oasis Seventies Night“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this,” Caitlin complained as the Van Dyke clan and friends entered The Oasis.Caitlin wasn’t big on nightclubs. But in Chelsea’s view it depended on what kind of nightclub it was. Catherine hadn’t been big on them either until she fell for Cameron Townsend. Their first kiss was in a nightclub.“If you’re not having fun in an hour, I’ll take you home,” Hector Beaumont soothed. Hector was older than everyone in the group and possibly in the building. But, when Chelsea had approached Caitlin about coming tonight, Hector was at the mansion visiting with her.“Go, Caitlin. The seventies was such a good time. Chelsea, do you mind if I tag along? I’m a sucker for nostalgia.” Hector had said.Their mother had matched Hector and Caitlin. Their father was right. He was old enough to be Caitlin – and all of their father. But he was a sweetie. And for an old man, he was sharp minded and seemed like fun. Just
Half the room was on their feet applauding her. A few men whistled which was followed by some catcalling. Beverly had gotten that reaction after her performance, but Chelsea thought hers was louder. Then again, it could have been her imagination.Her sisters and friends were still clapping and cheering when she got off stage.“You should have taken a bow,” Shelby said with a grin.“No reason to push my luck,” Chelsea said.Next thing she knew, they were surrounded by men. At least six of them.“Hey, you were great up there,” a guy said.“Nice lungs. Can I buy you a drink?” another guy asked.“Hey, buddy, I was here first,” another guy slurred.Before Chelsea could tell them she was taken, someone else said it for her.“You guys wouldn’t be chatting up my wife, would you?” Derek said as he squeezed past two of them.The guys started talking at the same time sputtering excuses and what not.Derek ignored them and approached Chelsea. “I didn’t know you were here.”Chelsea had
Derek had been really apologetic last night when he ended up having to stay at The Oasis. Something about fired employees and no cook. But Derek had promised to call her the next day - and he actually did. “You sound surprised to hear from me. I said I was going to call you,” he said pleasantly. I know, but I didn’t believe you. “I know. I just wasn’t expecting . . . you to call me so early.” “Well, surely, you were out of bed. It’s eleven a.m.” “I was, but I know you had a late night last night.” “I did. I had to help close. Once again, I’m sorry about last night. But I think I can make it up to you. Wednesday I have to go to Washington D.C. for a few days for a Dawson Inc. business retreat. I’ll be there until Sunday. Why don’t you come with me?” “For a business retreat?” Chelsea repeated, trying not to sound like how she felt about it. And what she felt about it was it sounded boring a
It was the day before Chelsea had to leave for her trip to Washington and she couldn’t be more excited about it. She had clothes everywhere, trying to figure out what to pack. Would they go to dinner at a five star restaurant? Would they go to a night club Friday and Saturday? Would they get to some of the tourist locations? Would they be able to make love for the first time?It was the latter Chelsea hoped the most. Monday, Derek hadn’t called her until nine p.m. He had a really busy day that day. He had told her all about it.Tuesday, he had come by to take her out for a late dinner and drinks. When he had gotten her back home, it was eleven p.m. He had to be in Washington on Wednesday by nine for the first seminar for the retreat. So, unfortunately, he didn’t spend the night since he had to get up early that morning to fly to D.C. But Derek had called her that night saying he had to hear her voice before he went to sleep. Chelsea had giggled like a plum fool when he had said that,
Derek had to text Chelsea to let her know he wouldn’t be able to get to the suite until eight, maybe a little later. His father had insisted they go out to dinner to talk – just the two of them. Chelsea had texted him back saying it was fine and she would grab a bite to eat in the hotel lobby lounge. For some reason, he wondered what Chelsea decided to eat for dinner. Silly really. Yet, it made him realize he didn’t know Chelsea’s favorite food. Shouldn’t a man know what foods are his wife’s favorite whether the marriage was a sham or not? “Son, are you listening to me?” “No,” Derek said and looked at his watch again.His father chuckled. “Well, at least your honest. I wonder what Chelsea is wearing right now. Something that accentuates her beauty, I’m sure. Then again, she’s the type of beauty that would look good in a burlap sack. “Son?” “Huh?” Derek said as he gave his father his full attention.