Pam's Wedding

Victor

It had been two weeks and I was tired of hearing my answering machine. I was writing checks and Pam wasn't responding to the planner. I didn't give a fuck that she wasn't talking to me. It was peaceful, we weren't fighting. I also picked the reasonable price molding for the new floors in her new home. I wasn't worried about breaking up. I didn't want Rena. But Pam did need to start making decisions again, because I was busy at fucking work, I didn't have time for this. This is the reason why she stopped working to oversee all this shit, not me and my assistant.

"Mr. Monroe they wanna do a presser with you daily." My assistant said.

"Why? It's a fucking murder trial. I don't have time for the media to dissect my words and convict my client in the court of public opinion. I wanna present in court, not for fucking television. No, make some generic statements, and stick to them." I said putting on my suit jacket. I told my assistant I was taking a day to relax, since Scott decided to take on 2 of my cases. He wanted to have more of a presence at his office and that was fine with me. I had time to fucking breathe now, but I still did't wanna plan a fucking wedding.

I met Xavier who was still in town, I'm sure he was here still fucking with Romanda, but unlike her I minded my fucking business. I met him for lunch at everyone's favorite restaurant Pappadeaux. He was here with Jerelle Danaye and Isabelle. Yes, I met Isabelle at my engagement party. But Pam wasn't going to find out because, she just fucking wasn't, and we were getting fucking married. Isabelle was 5'2 and had a body that didn't quit. She was a church girl that let me fuck the first night I met her and hadn't stopped since. Her big sister let me fuck too. The group lived in a nice north Atlanta home. They had trainers, stylists, and anything else a recording artist needed to stay focused. These two were losing their minds being on a restricted schedule. Xavier and I offered them big fun.

"I heard it's a private party tonight and Romanda's flying to London. Can you get us in Victor?" Jerelle said smiling at the french fries she wasn't supposed to be eating.

"I can do that, you suck my dick in the parking lot." I said. I was dead ass serious but they like most young bitches she laughed it off. Everything was funny to them. An hour later we were in my brand new Porsche in the parking lot. She thought I wanted to make out, bitch please, suck my dick. I kissed her all while massaging her neck and lower her head from my mouth, she kissed my chest, smearing lipstick on my collar. I was mad as hell but she was unbuckling my pants, and now she was gagging.

"Slow down." I said. She laughed again as she completely swallowed me up. Pam didn't suck dick. I don't think I wanted her to. I would try it to see if she was any good but if she was bad I would laugh, and I didn't wanna make Pam feel bad about something as trivial as oral sex. I finished and she barely wiped her face off as she got into Xavier's limo. I wiped my dick off with some baby wipes I kept in the glove box and I went to my florist. He and I were quite acquainted. I was single when I first moved here, and I was always sending flowers. I also have a mother, 5 sisters, 5 daughters, and a shit ton of women in my life, I kept the lights in this place.

"Victor, my man what's happening?" He said smiling.

"My fiance and I we're fighting." I said a bit upset. I was more angry that she was mad at me for something her dumbass friend did.

"Oh no. Is everything alright?" the florist asked truly worried. He was hired for our wedding as well.

"I hope so. I need a bouquet of something really special for her." I said looking at my watch, it was no longer winding, and looked like tartar sauce had coated the face of it. What the fuck? The swiss watch shop was next door, I guess I could stop in.

"Tell you what Victor, I can do you 3 dozen long stem red roses, in a Lalique crystal vase. I will have it delivered in about an hour." he said excitedly. An hour later I was out of $3000. I was about to spend more money to have my Rolex serviced. I dropped my watch off and decided to drive by our future home. Pam's Land Rover was parked on the dug up driveway. We were having it restructured to be circular with a water feature in the center. I found her inside the empty under construction home. She was crying on the plastic covered stairs. She was crying because she knew that if she dumped me this time I was NOT coming the fuck back and all this shit goes out the window. But I stayed calm and thought of what I would say to soothe her aching heart. I also didn't wanna be immature and place all the blame on one party.

"Baby. Do you wanna talk or should I pack my things?" I asked unsure. She sniffled and looked up at me with a face filled with tears.

"I'm so confused." she said.

"Baby, that night was confusing and what happened at the restaurant was confusing." I said, giving her my handkerchief.

"When Romanda saw you, were you with her?" Pam asked me. I felt my heart fall out of my ass and onto the floor. How had she figured it out. But I stayed calm, and scanned through all the lies I had told her. Oh yeah I was a fucking pill head.

"No, I told you I was partying. I admit to being with Rena in the past but she's my past baby. I want a life with you and the girls. No one else deserves any of this. I'm sorry for letting my emotions get the best of me at the restaurant and staring, but what happened at the engagement party wasn't my fault. Hell I thought Romanda and I were in a good place. Hell I think Romanda was shocked Rena showed up, and then everyone else jumped to conclusions." I said sincerely.

"Yes because you fucked her and you're known to fuck around. Your past is always biting our relationship in the ass." Pam said. Damn, she wasn't buying my shit.

"Baby, I'm here in the present, I'm ready to be married. I'm faithful. Anything you hear from anyone else at this point is bullshit. Nothing and nobody means more to me. Your friends they hate me Pam and they don't wanna see us together. They don't want me around anymore. If you want me to go baby, I will leave. If you feel they can find someone to make you happy, I'll go. But I'm telling you I don't want that, I wanna be here." I stared into her stone face. I couldn't read anything from her. I was nervous. "Pam baby I'm planning a fucking wedding. I'm not taking my momma's calls, because she wants me to break up with you." I was starting to sweat, and I was hearing music. What the fuck? Was I having a stroke? I looked around and saw a small radio that was paint splattered. I went to the soft music that was playing on the R&B station. The room was finished they had it all covered in plastic. It was going to be our family room. We were picking shades of purple and crimson, to combine them and make a custom wall color for our family room. It was from our Greek life and our college days.

I took her through so much back then and it's a miracle we had lasted this long. I began to cry thinking of her sacrifices and how something so stupid could cause it to go away. I felt like I couldn't fucking breathe. I did a little coke earlier, but damn, a heart attack? I loosened my tie maybe that would help, but that just made me cough and my eyes began to wail up. Tears poured down my face and my body and voice betrayed. I started to sob, loud ugly ass sobs. Pam came running and she was shocked.

"Baby." she said all big eyed.

"Baby." I said sniffling.

"It's okay. I'm here to stay." she said kissing my forehead.

"I'm sorry for Boston." I said.

"Boston?" she asked, surprised.

"Yeah all that shit." I said.

"I already forgave you for that." she said embracing me. I broke down, because I was a real piece of shit. But at least she wasn't leaving me. I cried and she rocked me until I finally gained fucking control. She rested her head on my chest and I held her closely.

"Pam." I said.

"What?"

"You bet not tell nobody." I demanded. She laughed.

"I won't. I've been keeping things to myself lately." she said with a sweet giggle. We laid there in a good silence until Ready for the World "Let Me love You Down" started. It made her laugh. I remembered playing this song for her and she told me she loved me for the first time. I always used this song to get out of trouble back in the day. But she was all smiles. She stood up. "Come on babe, let's dance." she said pulling on my arm. I stood and slow danced with her to the song.