Shattered

Wedding bells

Almost the day before the wedding and I have to say. Elizabeth is a lot busier than any of us.

The entire week she was busy, she comes home just as late and acts the exact same way. I barely even ask anymore.

She loves me right? She wouldnt do anything to hurt me. Right? Right?

I can barely hear a word the planner is saying to me. Sandy speaks and speaks,  until she asks me a question. And it's not heared her, I just saw how her face scrunched together.

"Champ. Champ." Charlie digs her elbow into my hip.

"Yea?" I ask. She points her forehead towards Sandy.

I turn to her.

"Mr Meyer are you okay?" She asks. Elizabeth is barely in this world.

"Yes. We may continue." I say. Eyeing Elizabeth cautiously.

Soon after the rehearsal Sandy dismisses us. The setting looks amazing. It's in a greenhouse, large and spacious. Flowers hang above our heads.

Chairs are packed perfectly , row after row. It seems magical. I remember this is what Liz had said she wanted.

When we first met, she told me about her dream wedding. Mentioning how she wanted flowers and she wanted everything to look magical. And that's exactly what I'm going to get her.

I dont know exactly what the dresses look like but they cost me about sixty thousand dollars.

"Hey man, where to?" I ask Usher. Usher is sitting with two of our high school friends. Riley and Cody. Both of them are married,  since Liz doesnt have many friends, they're wives are bridesmaids.

Riley's wife , Annette, is a French woman. They met when he was travelling and fell inlove. Annette took leap of faith by travelling with Riley and today they're married with a little boy named Jean.

Cody's wife Hailey is a model. It was one of the hardest thing to believe because Cody was always nerdy. But Hailey loves Cody so much. They two have two kids. Ginger and Zoë. Both girls.

"Strip club!" The boys yell.

My head turns back to seen the woman I love most. Shes staring my direction, Annette, Hailey and Charlotte are talking about something that she us barely paying attention to.

"Alright. Let's head there." I whisper. Liz will have my balls if she hears that we're heading to a strip club.

The entire drive to the club, my mind ponders and trails to Liz. What were they doing, was she having as much fun as she should? Is she happy? If shes not why?

God what is this woman doing to me? I barely have time to think about myself anymore.  What about my businesses? I barely think about those.

The limousine is parked infront of the club doors and we walk in. The room is lit with purple lights. There's a few feet high stage with about six poles.  Half naked women are dancing on poles.

Some are dancing ontop of the men sitting around here.

A girl,  who seems to be aged twenty three plus minus crawls towards me. Her breast are bare and hitting her elbows as she walks.

Her eyes seem to be seductive. She stares at me, looking for permission in my eyes. The boys around me hoot and holler.

I look at Usher, for reassurance.  He seems to be preoccupied, texting someone with a smile on his face.

The girl starts licking my neck. Riley and Cody yell. They're enjoying it. Two more girls are pleasuring the two.

And me? I'm wondering if I'm doing the right thing.  If this is what all men do before they get married.

I dont remember much about Riley and Cody's weddings because I had been wasted both those bachelor parties.

I stare at the girl, hoping that she can sense my unease. She stares at me, eyes almost rolling back in her eyes as she bites a cherry.

"Do you want this daddy?" She says for the first time. Her voice sounds extremely innocent. But also very seductive.

"No, no. I'm sorry ma'am. I cant do this." I say to her. I try to stand but she pushes me back down.

Shes full on ontop of me, rocking her body on me. But I can barely get hard for her, she continues moving her body.

Then she suddenly stops.  She looks at me with frustration and irritation on her face.

"What the fuck?" She asks. Her voice less innocent now.

"I'm sorry ma'am,  my friends pushed me in here." I tell her. I can sense her disappointment.

So I pull one thousand dollars from my pocket and I hand it to her.

"I cant take this. I didnt render you any service." She says.

"I know, but you do come here to make ends meet. I just though I could help. What's your name?" I ask her. She looks taken aback.

Maybe the perverts around here barely ask that.

"I'm Gabriella Torres. What's yours?" She asks.

"I'm Nathan Meyer." I say. Her eyes almost pop out of her sockets.

"The Nathan Meyer? Like the best entrepreneur in the world? One of the richest men in the entire world. The sexiest man in America. The man every dancer in this room fantasizes about? That's you?" She asks.

I look at her, completely dumbfounded.  Every dancer fantasizes about me?

"Yes?" I say in questioning. I shrug out of my hoodie and I hand it to her. She puts it on.

"Wow, I never thought I'd actually meet you." She says.

"Do you want to get something to eat?" I ask.

She gets up and gets us some French fries to eat.

"Do you need a job?" I say vaguely.

"Yes actually. A good paying job. My husband is unemployed and my mother needs treatment for a  braintumer problem. I'm just doing anything I can to make ends meet." She says.

While looking around, I realise that all my friends aren't here anymore.

"Come to my company Monday morning. 9 am sharp." I tell her. She nods.

The rest of night is spent making small talk, I find out that shes actually twenty seven years old and a mother of two. She does this to make ends meet because her husband isn't employed. And that she dropped out of a marketing course.

Soon I head back home, tomorrow is my wedding day. I have to be well rested.

Butterflies erupt in my stomach. I'll be marrying her, the love of my life tomorrow evening. 

By this time tomorrow she'll be Mrs Elizabeth Meyer.

Or will she?