Weather-wise, the day turned out to be one for the picture books. The sky could not be any bluer or the temperature more ideal. It’s almost four, so it’s time for me to get ready.
Vivi is back in the master suite with Grand and Special. I think Special’s grandmother may be back there too. I have no idea what Vivi’s dress looks like. One time she told me it was covered in ruffles. I cringed. I fucking hate ruffles. Another time she said it had a high turtleneck with long sleeves. What the fuck? I don’t even know what to think. I quit asking her.
I’m dressed and waiting with my guys when the wedding planner knocks on the door to take me downstairs. Vivi and I are meeting in one of the side gardens where it’s private and away from all the activity. It’ll be just the photographer, the wedding planner, and the two of us. When I arrive, the photographer tells me to face the other direction. Then I hear her call my name and when I turn, I’m speechless.
It’s a damn good thing we did this first look because I almost fucking faint. If I had waited to see her to walk down the aisle, I would’ve looked like a super pussy.
She’s the most beautiful woman in the world. Her dress is a creamy silk, but the top is lace and even though she looks naked, clearly she’s not. When she stands before me, she winks, the little devil. She’s going to get a good fucking tonight. It’s the sexiest wedding gown I’ve ever seen.
“You’re absolutely stunning … it’s beyond my wildest dreams.” I press my lips to hers. The whole time, the photographer is snapping away and I’m thrilled because this is a true photo op.
“You clean up pretty nicely yourself in your black tux.”
We can only stare at each other because honestly she takes my breath away. For the first time, I truly know what that means. I take a moment to reflect back when she was attacked by Joe Delvecchio, then the subsequent trial, and his sentencing to twenty years in prison. She didn’t cower in the courtroom or shrink from his venomous glare. In fact, she testified with strength and courage, and my pride in her grew exponentially. I’m not sure I could’ve done the same. This woman means more to me than my life.
Smiling, I ask, “So, I guess this means you’re ready then? To become Mrs. Prescott Whitworth?”
“Yeah. And I’m glad you legally changed your name. Your grandparents are thrilled about that. And what better way for us to start out as a couple?”
The idea came to me shortly after Jeff accepted the offer I made for the house. Since there was never a relationship between us and never would be, it was crazy of me not to. So I submitted the paperwork. Then I wouldn’t have to change it on our marriage license. My name change was made legal a month ago. I no longer have a middle name.
The wedding planner comes to tell us we need to get inside. “You don’t want to be hanging out here when guests start to arrive.”
We head indoors where all the guys, including Eric and Lucas, Special who is really pregnant and due in a couple of months, Cody, Special’s grandmother, Grand, and Granddad are waiting. A tray of champagne is passed around and everyone except Special and Cody take a glass. A toast is raised to us and we sip our drinks.
“Are you nervous, Scotty?” Harrison asks.
“Not even close,” I say.
“What about you, Vivi?” Eric asks.
“I’m only afraid I’ll trip over these stupid feet of mine.”
“Lucas,” I say, “that’s your job.”
He gives me a thumbs-up.
The wedding planner comes in to let us know it’s time. All the guests have been seated, and the guys need to take their places. I kiss my bride and leave, along with everyone else. Vivi, Lucas, and Eric hang back.
We walk in a line to the front, where the ceremony will take place, and I stand with my hand folded behind my back. Grand and Granddad sit smiling like they are the happiest people in the world. I almost wave at them, but catch myself at the last second.
Then Eric walks down the aisle. He looks so serious. I wish I could poke him and tell him to loosen up.
When the moment finally arrives, she walks down the aisle on Lucas’s arm, carrying a bouquet of white roses. She remembered how I compared her to a rose that day and insisted she’d carry them today. Then I almost laugh at her ridiculous dress descriptions. Ruffles and a turtleneck. My Sexy Wolf. I can’t wait to take that hot dress off her tonight to see what she has hiding beneath.
Uh, better not think of that right now, though.
The minister places our hands in each other’s as he says our vows. We’d talked about writing our own, and went back and forth, but in the end decided to go with the traditional marriage vows. As soon as he says, “You may kiss the bride,” I’m all over my wife, nearly picking her up off the ground to a round of applause. Then we turn to face our guests and the minister announces, “May I present to you, Mr. And Mrs. Prescott Whitworth?”
The clapping begins again with the music striking up. We march down the aisle and the party gets started. Vivi and I take the dance floor together and I do my best to show off, knowing I can’t hold a candle to my buddy Weston. But Vivi loves it nevertheless. After the dance ends, Twinkle Toes himself steps forward and says, “Let me show the bride how it’s done.”
“Show-off.”
I hand her over and damn, the man does have the moves. Vivi laughs and has a blast as he spins and dips her, and I’ve gotta say, I wish I had his finesse. When he’s done, Eric steps up, then her friend Vince, and the line goes on. Finally I rescue my beauty and carry her off for a drink and some food. The night flies and at one point I’m standing with my bros when Weston raises his glass.
“You’re not going to toast to my dick falling off, are you?” I ask. I do this because when he got married I gave the worst toast ever. It was to the tune of having so much sex his dick would fall off. I was hammered, what can I say?
“Oh, hell no. I wouldn’t do that to you. I’m a little more poetic than you are, asshole.”
“Thank God,” I say.
“So raise your glasses, guys, and let’s toast Scotty and Vivi. Dude, here’s to a long, crazy, and mad life together. She fell in love with your madness. Don’t ever try to be normal or change to fit in. She found your heart and loved the mad messy way it is. Whatever you do, don’t try to fix it.”
I clink my glass with theirs and realize he’s right. I wasn’t nor have I ever been normal and she never cared. She loved the raw and edgy person inside. I worried about it and made myself sick over it, but it never mattered because she loved me anyway.
“Hey, what’s the cluster here?”
It’s Vivi.
“Get over here.” I pull her into my side. “My guys here were just toasting us.” I glance at Weston and ask, “Wanna tell her what you toasted?”
He repeats it and she says, “It’s so true.” Then she stands on her toes to reach my lips. “Don’t ever change. I’m in love with your madness, Scotty.”
Epilogue
Prescott
Three Months Later — Crestview Academy Ten-Year Reunion
“I can’t believe you talked me into this,” she says, tightening the strap of her sexy sandal.
“Why? You’re going to kill it.”
“I may kill them.”
She turns around so I can zip up her dress. It’s a sexy as fuck hot little black number that’s simple yet elegant. When I’m done, I kiss her shoulder and spin her, getting the final view. The diamond necklace shimmers around her neck and the diamond stud earrings I gave her for a wedding gift reflect the lights, setting sparklers off all over the place. Diamonds really are a girl’s best friend. I’ll have to buy her some more since I adore seeing her in them. She doesn’t give a shit about the things, but I do.
“You’re going to blow everyone away with your beauty, Little W. You are extraordinary tonight. Every night. Morning. Day.” I kiss her again. “Have I told you how damn happy I am that I went for coffee that day?”
She touches her finger to my lip. “Not today.”
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br /> “Hmm. Too bad we have to meet everyone in the lobby.” I pull the top of her dress down a little. “What I could do to those nipples.”
“Stop it.” She swats my hand away. “I don’t want to walk around that party with a wet thong.”
“You will. I’ve already decided on it.” Holding out my hand, I say, “Let’s go.”
Everyone is already waiting. Special and Weston came for the night. Special’s grandmother is babysitting their four-week-old daughter and both of them are a wreck over leaving little Sasha. We flew the Whitworth jet to Atlanta and picked them up before heading here. First thing in the morning we’ll take them home. It’s the only way we could get them to come and Vivi wouldn’t go unless Special did.
“No way will I go to that thing,” she said. “Those awful people.” She shuddered.
“This could be your way of getting back at them … of showing how you triumphed.”
“I’ll only go if Special goes.”
Harrison and I had to practically kidnap both of the Wyndams. And Mimi, Special’s grandmother, was never so happy in her life to be left alone with the baby.
“It’s about time. Let’s go,” Weston says, walking outside, dragging Special behind him.
“What’s your hurry?” I ask.
“The sooner this night is over, the sooner I can get home to our baby girl.”
One look at Harrison and he and I both die laughing. We never thought our boy Weston would be so over the top about his kid.
“Slow down, I can’t keep up with you in these heels,” Special calls out.
“If we ever get pregnant, promise you won’t get all nutty on me,” Vivi says.
“Hey, no worries on that. I’m already crazy. Remember?”
“Right.”
We climb into the giant van we hired for the night and are driven to Crestview. We have no idea why they decided to hold the reunion at the school, but whatever. When we get there, the place is lit up and it doesn’t look like anything has changed since we graduated.
There’s a table set up as we enter and we have to wear nametags. I write down Vivi’s and my names and off we go.
The first person to approach us is our old principal. I smile because I know exactly what he wants.
“Prescott, it’s great to see you. Could I have a private word with you, please?”
“I think anything you say can be said in front of my wife. You remember her, don’t you? Vivienne Renard?”
I almost have to hand him his eyeballs back.
“Vivienne? Vivi Renard?”
“Hello.”
He asks about the funding and I launch into the bullying, while Vivi observes with a smile. He’s clearly out of his league. Then he tries to wiggle his way out of it.
Vivi steps in by saying, “You saw the way my locker was vandalized every day, yet you did nothing.”
The principal squirms. “I didn’t have a choice.”
“You always have a choice,” I say. “Nevertheless, I’m sure you understand why I can’t support a school that condones and looks the other way where bullying is involved. Maybe this will be a lesson for you.”
We walk away and run right into Felicia Cunningham.
“Prescott,” she coos. “How wonderful to see you.”
“Felicia. I think you remember my wife, Vivi Renard. Or Vivi Whitworth now.”
“Ex-excuse me?”
“Hi Felatio, uh, Felicia. Hope you’re well.”
My cheek is raw from biting it at Vivi’s name for her. And then Felicia can’t speak. Before she utters a sound, we’re making our way around the room.
“Nice. I liked that. Felatio.”
“I honestly didn’t mean to call her that. It slipped out.” She laughs.
“Can I tell you something?”
“Sure.”
“She tried to give me blowjobs all the time and I never let her.”
Vivi stops and touches my elbow. “I’m glad you cleared that up for me.” Then she kisses the corner of my mouth.
She takes my hand and we start walking again.
“I thought you should know.”
She shakes her head and laughs. “At least you had discerning taste back then.”
“I don’t know about that. But she blew every guy and I think most of the teachers back then. She was actually pretty gross.”
“Don’t I know it. I caught her in the act a couple of times. That’s where I got her name from.”
The rest of the night we hang out with our friends, and most of the mean girls ogle Vivi. I’m sure they’re envious because she’s hands down the most gorgeous woman in the room.
Harrison comes stumbling over to the group and announces that Felicia wanted to know if he wanted a blowjob.
“She’s still doing that?” Weston asks. “I guess some things never change.”
“True, but others change for the better.” I hold up my glass and say, “Here’s to the better things in life. And may there be many more in our futures.”
Later that night, when we’re back in our hotel room, I look at my beautiful wife and say, “You’ve made me the happiest man alive. I thank God for that day I saw you and burned with a vivid desire. You made every single minute of chasing Vivi worth it.”
She doesn’t answer me with words, only with her hands, her mouth, and the rest of her body.
The End
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*If you want to get the back story on Special and Weston, you might want to check out A Special Obsession if you haven’t already done so.
A Sneak Peek from Craving Midnight
To Be Released 11/2017
*This is raw, unedited, and subject to change
Chapter One
Harrison
As soon as the phone rings, I’m wide awake, pulled out of the coma-like sleep I was in.
“Kirkland,” I answer, heading for the bathroom. Any time I get a call at 2 a.m., it means I’m going to work.
“Harrison, it’s Wyatt. We have an issue.”
“Who?”
“Midnight Drake.”
Midnight Drake is the sultry actress who recently signed a multi-million dollar contract with Alta Pictures. “Didn’t we get things ironed out for her recently?” I ask.
“Yeah. She was caught driving with an open container.”
“Hmm. What is it this time?”
“Pack a bag, boss. You’re flying to Manhattan. Wheels up in one hour.”
“Fuck. That bad?” I ask around my toothbrush.
“Yep.”
“Okay. I’ll call you from the plane and you can debrief then.”
In less than thirty minutes, I’m on my way to the airport, taking the backroads from my Malibu home. At this hour, traffic poses no problem. When I arrive, I drive straight to the entrance for private jets, and follow the road around, after going through the designated security checkpoints. I park, and my assistant is there, along with the pilot. Wyatt has assembled the team and they’re boarding the jet as I do.
“Good morning everyone. Pete,” I say, greeting our pilot. “Where’s Tom?”
“He’ll be here in a minute.”
“Good. Do we have coffee yet?” I ask.
A flight attendant pops his head out from the back and says, “We will in a moment, along with some breakfast.”
“Oh, hi Mike. Didn’t see you back there.”
“Morning, Mr. Kirkland.”
Everyone takes a seat and I call Wyatt. “I want deets.”
“Am I on speaker?”
“Yep.”
And he begins, “Midnight Drake woke up in a hotel room about a little over an hour ago, naked, alone but with a shit ton of sex toys and three videos. Apparently while she was pumped full of heroin, a shit load of kinky fuckery went down, and the vi
deos went flying over the internet. Her agent called and it is one freak show.”
“Kinky fuckery, huh? Care to elaborate?” I ask.
“I’m hitting you with the videos now. But they include anal, butt plugs, whips, cuffs, flogging, a spreader bar, nipple clamps, labia clamps. Let’s just say Midnight was on full display.”
“Fuck.”
“Exactly,” Wyatt says. Alta is already saying they’re dumping her.
“What is she saying?” I ask.
“She was drugged.”
“Clearly.”
“She says she remembers nothing.”
“Did you watch the videos?”
“Yeah, and she’s out of it. Unresponsive in the first one. Then the second she’s a little bit there. The third, she’s so fucked up she wouldn’t care if someone cut off her head. I shit you not.”
“Sounds like someone spiked her drink. Stupid or naive girl. Okay. Has our New York team found her bedmates? And have you pulled the videos?”
“Yes to the videos and working on the bedmates. Everything was sent from a cell phone.”
“Track the fuckers. You know what to do. Where is Midnight now?”
“At the hotel with one of our team. She’s totally freaked.”
“Right. Wouldn’t you be?”
Wyatt chuckles. “I’d be getting the fuck out of town.”
Suddenly I’m pissed at those ass wipes. They’re like those leeches or computer hackers, out to destroy lives, all for what? A good fuck? Or because they don’t have anything better to do. “Wyatt, did they demand any money from her?”
“Not that I am aware.”
“Let’s find them and I don’t care what it takes.”
That gets the attention of everyone sitting close to me. Heads perk up, bodies stiffen, eyes open wider. They know when I’m pissed and mean business and this just hit me the wrong fucking way.
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