A few hours later . . . It was early evening when Derek had arrived at Hilltop House. He took his coat off as he and Chelsea walked into the living room. Chelsea had changed out of her outfit from earlier into a pair of blue jeans and a red cashmere sweater. She had on black socks – no shoes. Her blonde hair flowed around her. Derek had changed clothes from this morning, too. He had put on a pair of black jeans and a black and white polo shirt. “Would you like something to drink?” Chelsea asked. “No, thank you. I thought we could . . . talk.” Chelsea walked to the sofa. “Talk about what?” She sat down. “You know what. Us.” “Oh, you want to have that talk,” she said timidly. “Yes, I think it’s high time we do,” he said as he remained standing. “You’re about four months pregnant now. I think we need to iron things out and where we stand before the baby comes, don’t you
Three months later . . . Walter Lee Dawson’s estate had finally been settled in the court’s eyes. Violet Dawson was being seen around the city here and there with a distinguished hotel chain owner she had known for years. Deidre was the hottest new heiress in New York Society. Men, most of them a little too old for her, were beating the door down to take her out on a date. Derek was officially head of Dawson Inc. Businessmen stood in line to shake his hand and propose deals. Most of them weren’t good or too high risk. Derek figured some of them thought they could get away with taking advantage of him. What they didn’t know – and learned later was Derek had been doing business most of his life – it just wasn’t always for Dawson. He knew when something didn’t smell right. Derek was at home, at Hilltop House, listening to his cousin rant and rave over the phone. But he managed to get a word in. “When did Amanda leave you?”
He’s At it Again By: Judy Budd New York’s favorite playboy, Derek Dawson, is at it again with new shenanigans. The billionaire heir was discovered bedding not one, not two, but three of Philippa Dandridge’s granddaughters at the eighteenth hole at the New York Country Club at ten o’clock at night on a golf cart. The grounds manager called country club security when he realized someone was out there. Little did he and security know it was members of the club and not a couple of wayward teenagers messing around. Considering the Dawsons and Dandridges are members of the club and have lots of clot, securit
The next morning . . . “It’s true, Derek,” Francis Chadwick with Chadwick, Harvey, and Whitman Law Firm, stated. He was a tall man, slim and with white hair around his temples. “I drew it up myself.” “Son of a bitch,” Derek sneered. “I can’t believe he’s doing this.” “What I can’t believe is he hasn’t boxed your ears,” Francis said snottily. “I saw your mother the other day at the country club. She acted like she was embarrassed to be there.” Derek rolled his eyes ruefully. “Francis, my father isn’t the only one who has you on retainer.” Francis kept his stance and insolent expression, acting like he wasn’t intimidated. “Bottom line is there’s nothing you can do other than meet your father’s requirements – in the year time frame which starts today. That’s all you have to do. If you do, he’ll instruct me to destroy the codicil. If not, your father will let it stand after a year has passed and you will be officially
One week later . . . Derek was going through his contacts, trying to figure out prospects for a wife who would be good enough for the New York elite, won’t mind him roaming for other pussy, and won’t be a pain in his ass generally. “Diane? No, too much of a free spirit for society,” he said as he went through his list on his cell. “Loula? No, too wild. Xena? Her name says it all. Hmm.” He kept going through his list. He jotted down names on a pad that might pass mustard to be his wife. He stopped when he got to the Ns. He looked at the five names he had written down as prospects. “Hmm. I wonder if one of Philippa Dandridge’s granddaughters might consider marrying me? If anything, they girls love to have fun like I do. All three of them don’t seem to be any trouble. Then again, the future in-laws might be. Nah. Best scratch them out.”The buzzer went off on the penthouse door.“Wonder who that is?” Derek walked to the door and looked thr
Two nights later . . . Derek was at his second favorite place, Floyd Bennett Field Unofficial Raceway. The air field used to belong to the government in the seventies. Now it was an unofficial raceway for the ones who love fast cars and love to race them. Derek was leaned against his brand new royal blue Lamborghini that was parked in one of the hangers. The May night was a little cool.Rockelle and Jazz sashayed to him. He kissed both girls on the mouth, saying hello. He had slept with both of them at one time or another – and more than once. One time, they had a threesome. It was like having chocolate and vanilla at the same time. Jazz was a dark, chocolate muscled dessert and Rockelle was vanilla bean. “How ya doin’, Derek?” Jazz asked as he put his arms around both ladies. “Oh . . . I’ve been better. I got a lot on my mind.” “What’s the matter?” Rockelle asked as she popped her gum. Before he cou
Three days later . . .It took a few days but Chelsea found a romantic and fun location to elope and to have a great honeymoon. New Orleans. The Poconos had been her first choice, but then she found out Pennsylvania had a three day waiting period. Louisiana only had a one day waiting period. And the best thing about applying for a license there was they could start the process online. So, when it was time to get on a plane and go, all they have to do is show up at the courthouse with proof of identity and pick up the license. The waiting period would have been met because the license would be in effect once they submitted their paper work electronically and paid the fee for the license which could be done online as well. So, when they get to New Orleans, they could get married the same day they arrive.She sent Derek a text telling him the details and asked him if New Orleans was acceptable. It took him two hours to respond, but the answer was yes.Now they were sitting in Robert Rice
One month later . . .It did take a week or two longer to prepare for the elopement than they had planned. The real hold up was the prenuptial agreement. To be on the safe side, Robert Rice consulted with an estate lawyer in Louisiana to make sure the document met legal requirements in Louisiana as well as in New York.Derek hadn’t seemed to mind, but Chelsea did. She had waited half her life to marry this man and it had been detained by some ridiculous paper work. She didn’t want his money. She wanted him. Period, the end. It was bad enough they had only seen and talked to each other a handful of times during the past month.But everything was finally in place and they were on the Dawson jet heading to New Orleans. There was only one problem. Derek was on the phone almost the whole plane ride. If he wasn’t talking to his stockbroker, he was talking to the manager at The Oasis. If he wasn’t talking to the manager that ran a restaurant he owned, he was talking to his assistant at Dawso