Christopher had thought he would never get to the big tacky club. He had hailed a cab right outside of Hudson. The driver was good and fast, but they had hit dead traffic. When the driver had told Christopher that they were only four blocks away straight ahead, he had paid the guy and got out. He had jogged the sidewalk, dodging drunk pedestrians all the way.
Now he was standing outside in a line, waiting to get into to the place. A small crowd of people were hanging outside of the place. Christopher assumed they were nutso celebrity fans because he had cruised the whole blog, refreshing it for live updates and to see pictures of the rich and famous. There were no reporters which was a good thing. They were probably at Time Square. He looked at his watch. It was eleven-thirty. The line wasn’t that long and it was moving pretty good. Chris
They didn’t say a word in the lobby when they got their coats. But, Christopher was gentlemanly enough to hold her fur out for her to put on. He took her hand again and guided her outside. Happy, drunk, and cold New Yorkers walked the sidewalk. People blew their vehicle horns in celebration. Christopher and Selena walked two blocks in silence as the winter cold sobered Selena up. Snowflakes started to fall when Christopher tapped on the driver’s side window of the limo. It came down an inch, revealing Ray’s black hat and part of his face. “Oh, hello, sir,” he greeted with slight surprise. “Hi, Ray,” Christopher greeted evenly. “Just unlock the doors for us. No need for you to get out. And please drive us to Selena’s ap
It was January third and all seemed right with the world. Megan had nearly made Selena deaf by screaming into the phone when Selena had told her the wedding was back on. Christopher had let Selena decide if she wanted to go back to work or not. She didn’t see the point since she would have to quit again in a month because of the spousal in-department policy. He had been fine with her decision, but he had asked if she would sit in on the interviews of the final applicants and she had agreed to do so.Christopher had asked Selena to the Hudson mansion for an early brunch. It appeared he really was trying to make more of an effort to treat Selena like a partner - not an employee who aggravated him.William walked her to the sunroom. She was surprised to see another man, who was standing on the far side of the room. He appeared to be in his early forties with dark brown hair. He was wearing a white tie, a white dress shirt, and a dark blue suit.The table was
Two weeks before the wedding . . . Selena had moved most of her clothes to the mansion. Since Christopher had suggested she move into the mansion full time, she had compromised and started spending the night there three to four nights a week. Tonight, Selena and the Hudson brothers were attending a charity ball for leukemia research hosted by the Ladybirds Society Club and it was at Tribeca Rooftop at Three-Sixty in lower Manhattan. They walked into the room which was tastefully decorated with soft pink and white lighting, and round tables with white tablecloths. The brothers wore tuxes and Selena wore a long sleeved hunter green gown. The hem stopped at her ankles. They share
Selena tilted her head up to him as his thumb caressed the edge of her chin. She started breathing heavy under the gaze of his heavy lids. Christopher laid his lips on hers. He gently massaged them. Selena opened for him. Taking the invitation, he dipped inside. His tongue slowly explored her mouth as he untied her robe. Selena reached out, placing her hands on his abdomen. Christopher slowly retreated his warmth as she undid the sash in his robe. Selena moaned against him as she felt his muscles. Her hands slid up his bare chest as they began to lap at each other lips. A low rumble came from him as his hand slid from her neck all the down to her breast. She gasped against his mouth as he squeezed her C-cup. Christopher broke the kiss and grabbed her waist. He pulled at h
A day before the wedding . . . The rehearsal went well at the church as did the rehearsal dinner at the Waldorf Astoria. Christopher was gracious enough to pay for two rooms there; one for Selena and the other for Bill, Elle, and Susan. Selena had moved out of her apartment two days ago. Christopher had tried to get her to stay at the mansion the night before the wedding, but she wouldn’t because she didn’t want to risk them bumping into each other before the wedding.Christopher and Selena walked slowly to the Hudson limo where Bruce and Trevor were waiting. It was twenty-five degrees outside, but to Selena it wasn’t cold at all. Her heart was full and her soul was light and warm. She was looking forward to tomorrow. They stopped a few feet away from Ray who was standing next to the limo door wai
Selena had never received so many gifts at one time. She had gotten so much lingerie that she could open her own boutique. They had also played a drinking game that had almost all of them two sheets in the wind. Joanna was the only one still sober. She had opted out of the game. The girls started telling bad date stories. Selena excused herself to use the bathroom. She walked to the bedroom and used the bathroom adjacent to it. When she walked out, she sat on the edge of the queen size bed. She thought about tomorrow and then her mind drifted to after tomorrow. What would married life be like now she knew she loved Christopher? The door cracked open. Beverly stuck her head inside. “Hey, are you okay?” Her brown hair had grown another inch since December.
Christopher had guided the girls who were all over him to a few of his old frat buddies and retreated to the other side of the room and took a seat. As everyone drank and flirted with the girls, Mel approached Christopher with two glasses. One was tall and full of clear liquid and ice. The other glass was shorter with brown liquid. “It’s ice water. You need to stay hydrated. We don’t want you waking up with a throbbing headache and cotton mouth in the morning. Your fiancé wouldn’t be happy with that,” Mel slurred and offered the tall glass to Christopher. He took it. “Thanks.” Mel sat down on a stool that matched the armchair Christopher sat in.
When Christopher opened his eyes again it was daybreak. The black man, who Christopher learned last night was called Cootie, looked down at him. “Hey, playa, you awake?” Cootie asked. “Yeah,” he answered hoarsely. He had a headache. “Ah, shit.” He slowly sat up. Cootie backed away to give him some room. Christopher looked around the room.Riley and Allen were dead asleep in armchairs with their flies open and their shoes off. The rest of his frat brothers were gone. Trevor and Bruce were no were to be seen. A few of the strippers were putting on coats.“What time is it?” Christopher asked weakly.“It’s almost seven a.m. Look man, I know you busy today, but I can’t leave without the rest