Chelsea took a few steps away from the door as it closed behind her. The men had gone inside saying to call if she needed them. She hugged the throw blanket around her. The outfit she had on was plain and despite the hurt she wore on her face she still looked beautiful. Then again, Derek had never known her to look bad. “Chelsea, you look . . .” he began as he moved toward her. She quickly put her hand up, halting him in his tracks. “Don’t touch me. You can talk without touching me,” she said seriously. He immediately put his hands up like he was about to be arrested. “All right. I understand.” He lowered his arms slowly. “You are a sight for sore eyes. Where have been, sweetheart? I’ve been looking everywhere for you all weekend.” “I stayed with a friend for a few days.” “I see you got the locks changed.” “Well, you did say this was my house.” “Right,” he mumbled humbly.
The next day . . . Derek woke with a slight headache. He took a long hot shower, popped two aspirin, got dressed in a purple dress shirt and black slacks and headed downstairs. He walked to the dining room. He could smell food. He was starving. He entered the room to see his mother, sister, and father who sat at the head of the table. “I didn’t know you were coming over,” Deidre said. “I came over last night. I slept here,” Derek said and sat down next to her. When he had lived with his parents, he sat to the right of his father and then it was Deidre. But since he had moved out ages ago, Deidre had taken that spot. Breakfast was laid out on the table in stainless steel chafing dishes. Small flame burners underneath the chafing dishes kept the food warm. His mother rang the little silver bell that was next to her. Within seconds, the butler entered the room. “Yes, ma’am.” He wore a black s
Two weeks later . . . Chelsea read the text message she had received from Derek a week ago for the tenth time. Derek: Chelsea, I know I fucked up royally. But, I’m going to move heaven and earth to prove to you how sorry I am and to become the man/husband you deserve. I love you beyond measure. Then she read the second text he had sent yesterday for the tenth time. Derek: I get it. You need your space right now. But, please, say something. Even if it’s just hi. I miss you so much and I love you – more than you know. Chelsea took a deep breath and finally texted him back. Chelsea: You think you love me because you can’t have me. Just . . . do what it is you do and I’ll do the same. Don’t worry. I’ll keep my end of the marriage agreement so you can get your inheritance when your father dies. Chelsea had no choice but to stay married to his cheating, lying ass. Catherine had her estate planni
Derek and Deidre walked into Davos Nightclub. The place was pretty packed. It was located on Lexington Avenue. Derek looked around as they made their way to the bar. The DJ was hot. Derek knew the guy. He had played at The Oasis several times. The lights were dim but not too dim. You could see to get around comfortably, and the space was large. They even had an upstairs. Damn. Whoever is running this place knows what they are doing – on the surface at least. Deidre had put on a black leather bustier with spaghetti straps. She was showing a little too much cleavage for his liking, but he really couldn’t say but so much about it. She was a grown woman now. She had on skin tight, black denim pants. And her heels were at least three inches high. Her dark hair was down with small, tight curls that grazed her bare shoulder. Derek had opted to wear something subtle. He wanted to blend in. He didn’t want whoever ran the place to know
The crowd was still applauding as Chelsea and George left the stage. They walked down the short stairs to the main floor. The DJ began playing a slow song. Chelsea wasn’t sure what it was. But, she wanted to dance to it just the same. The dancefloor wasn’t far. Georgie playfully took her in his arms, making her throw her head back in laughter. She was about to wrap her wrists around his neck when all of a sudden a hand reached out to grab George’s shoulder pulling him away from her. “Hey!” George shouted. “Hey!” Derek said nastily and then he punched George in the face so hard he hit the floor. Chelsea screamed. “Derek, no!” a woman screamed. “If I ever catch you with my wife again, I’ll kill you!” Derek snarled like a wild beast as George picked himself up out the floor. Chelsea was frozen. Fear had gripped her. Derek’s face was redder than red. She had
Derek and Deidre’s parents were still up when they got home. Q had met them at the townhouse with Dr. Cleaver, the ophthalmologist that looked at Derek last time when one of Chelsea’s sisters had maced him. “So, you say that this was an accident?” Dr. Cleaver said as he examined Derek’s swollen eyes Derek could see enough to see his mother ringing her hands nervously. She was worried sick. “Um, yeah. My sister-in-law . . . a different one, sprayed me thinking I was a burglar.” “Again?” Dr. Cleaver asked as he stood up straight. He removed his loop. “Derek, I suggest you stop sneaking up on your wife’s sisters.” The look on his face said he didn’t believe a word of it. “Is he going to be all right?” his mother nearly croaked out. “Oh, yes, ma’am. I don’t see any scratches or abrasions in his eyes. His left eye got it worse than his right eye this time. And it doesn’t seem as bad this time,” Dr. Cleaver
A Kiss, A Fight, A Macing, and Someone is Preggers! Oh, My! By: Beverly Balsom Last night at the grand opening of Davos, the newest nightclub on the New York scene, Chelsea Van Dyke-Dawson sang a side-piece song on stage originally sung by the 90s group Xscape. During her performance, she flirted with and gave a deep kiss to a strapping, young buck whose name is, George, in front of a packed house – and her husband! There’s obviously trouble in paradise. Being the territorial man any husband would be
After all the excitement over the phone, Chelsea had agreed to return to the Van Dyke estate per her parents request. “Chelsea, I can protect you better if you’re here and not at Hilltop House,” her father had said. “You can return there after your better and when that idiot husband of yours finally get the hint.” She had told her parents that George was coming to take her and Chastity home. Nevertheless, they sent Cameron and Catherine to fetch them. Constance had called while Chelsea was getting ready to leave the hospital. Chelsea had given her the go ahead to explain everything to the family; what had happened at Derek’s penthouse, etc. Catherine had asked the staff if there was another way out of the hospital. Apparently, several photographers and reporters were on the sidewalk waiting for Chelsea to come out – or to take a shot of Derek coming in. Catherine and Cameron had a quick brush with them as they were coming int