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Weeks ago, we didn’t even know each other, and now we’re till death do us part. Or rather until we sign those divorce papers in six months’ time.
What will that be like?
I continue down the hallway, shaking the perturbed thought from my head. Even in my situation, it’s not exactly the best thought for a bride on her wedding day.
I turn off onto the short cut I discovered earlier. This route will take me back to the rear entrance of the reception hall where my table is.
I’m thankful that there’s no one around to stop me and strike up any new conversations. I’m kind of all talked out.
Just before I reach the door, I hear Knight’s voice. AndChelle’s.
Is this where he’s been for the last hour?
With her?
All day, I’ve ignored Chelle as if she wasn’t even here, but hearing her with Knight irks me the same way it did the other day when she dropped her little comments about her relationship with Knight. I’m still on the fence about that.
I follow the sound of their voices and find them in one of the function rooms.
As the door is partly open, they can’t see me, and I don’t intend to alert them to my presence.
It might be crafty, and yes, I may be feeding my envy, but if I were ever going to find out what they are and aren’t, it will be at a time like now.
“Write an official letter on Monday and make sure Jeffery understands he can’t change his offer based on those reasons.” Knight steps in front of Chelle and squares his shoulders.
At least they’re talking about business.
“And if he insists?” Chelle sets her hands on her hips.
“If he insists, then I’m not working with him anymore. It’s as simple as that, and there will be no further discussion.”
“Testy, testy.” Chelle steps closer to him, too close for my liking, and tugs on his already loose tie. “I remember when you used to be fun. And when you’d go wild whenever I wore pink.”
Bitch. That’s why she’s wearing a Barbie-pink cocktail dress.
How tasteless and classless of her. My marriage might be arranged, but couldn’t she be respectful today of all the days?
Maybe she thinks because it’s nighttime now, she’s already paid her dues.
“I think you need to go home now, Chelle,” Knight replies, his voice firm.
Her smile becomes a seductive grin, and she flutters her fingers over his chest. “I remember whenyouused to take me home and we’d stay in bed for days.”
So, I was right. They do have a past. But what about now, the present?
“Chelle, try to stay on my good side. We already talked about this.”
“We did. But I think you’re just stressed.”
“I’m not stressed.”
“I think you are,” she coos. “Let’s face it. That little bookworm of a wife you have isn’t going to satisfy your needs the way I can.” She presses herself against him.
When he doesn’t push her away, my temper flares.
“Come on, Knight, look at me. I’m all yours, and I’m not wearing any panties. Just the way you like me. Give me five minutes. We can slip away like we used to, and I can take care of your needs.”
She stands on the tips of her toes and kisses his jaw, then she starts loosening his tie.
