Rollercoaster (The Circle Series - Part 3)

Chapter 27

*~*Two Years Later*~*

"Damn, woman! Hurt me hurt me!" David playfully grabbed his chest upon seeing his wife, her full figure encased in a tight and low-cut silver sparkle dress. She showed him the side slit that stopped at the top of her thigh, matching stilettos topping off the look.

"You don't think it's too much?" She asked nonchalantly, getting a final spritz of hairspray and perfume from the stylist. Her heavily-lined sultry eyes glowed a soft chocolate brown, roaming up and down her husband's body.

She moved the dress only slightly so he could see she wasn't wearing panties. David smiled and pulled her into his arms, dropping his lips to hers. The stylist blushed and averted her eyes, giving the couple as much privacy as possible.

"It's perfect, baby," he whispered against her lips. She chuckled and rubbed her nose to his, taking his bottom lip between hers and nibbling playfully.

It had been three weeks since they'd received David's most recent tests from the doctor showing his cancer had gone into remission. That night had been the most wonderful and happiest time the family could remember in many years, drinking and celebrating with a large house party.

Tonight, however, it was just David and Leesha in New York preparing to attend the Tony Awards. David's newest musical, Diana, had been nominated for ten awards including Best Musical. No kids...no grandkids. Just the two of them.

A knock came at the apartment door and David reluctantly parted from his wife, watching her saunter back into the master bathroom.

"Hey, what's good, boss man?" Mike greeted cheerily, taking in David's tuxedo complete with a black bow tie and shiny dress shoes. "Lookin' sharp!"

"The wife's almost ready. Second Tony Awards, man. Never thought I'd live to see the day," David replied, pouring himself a glass of whiskey.

"Is that the new wig?" David nodded and showed Mike his bald head underneath. "Whoever made it did good."

"They'd better," he laughed, "Cost a couple grand."

The stylist came out with Leesha who twirled to show off the finished product. Mike whistled. "Looking beautiful, Mrs B."

"Thank you, Mike," she said with a smile and greeted with a hug. "I'm so happy you're able to join us tonight."

"Just a little eyeliner for you, Dave, and we'll be done," the stylist piped up, holding up the eyeliner pencil. David swore to himself but looked up at her with his eyes wide. As much as he detested the need for makeup, their stylist had done a great job giving some life and color back into his complexion. "Perfect," she declared.

Leesha grabbed her silver handbag from the coffee table and entwined her arm with David's. Walking down the hall and out to the car, they looked more and more like the beautiful power couple others were envious of. A strong and handsome rockstar with his gorgeous and business savvy wife on his arm.

"I didn't think we'd be doing this again," she commented once they were safely in the car. "You know...the whole red carpet thing..."

"And yet here we are, babygirl," David smiled, peering through the tinted windows as they rode further down Broadway. The tall skyscrapers lit up the night like twinkling beacons. It took less than fifteen minutes to arrive and, as expected, photographers and journalists were at the ready.

David stepped out first and held out his hand to his wife. Cameras flashed in their direction, everyone knowing Leesha just as much as David. They smiled and waved, posed for photos and answered questions. Some of the gathered fans even asked for Leesha's autograph and a selfie, which she obliged kindly just as her husband did.