Love Is The Drug

Chp. 3

"He sounds magnificent," Madge ogled, blushing and obviously just as start stuck as I had been when Gatsby literally swept me off my feet.

"Of course he sounds amazing," I quipped back, "But all fake silver must tarnish, and that is exactly what I'm warning you about, now let me continue."

Gatsby called me just later that same day and asked if I could host a tea for him the next morning, which I gladly accepted to do as I was just smitten and shocked he seemed just as interested in me. After that tea, where he was just perfect at charming my cousins, he got the family's blessing to court me and we became inseparable. He took me to the finest clubs, bought me dresses from Milan, and I was on his arm at every party.

Soon, we became grossly affectionate. At parties, he convinced me to sneak off behind the stairs and steal kisses between drinks of champagne from the south of France. We'd take bumps and spend long nights exploring together, he liked me without my custom dresses more than he liked me in them. It was absolutely scandalous. But, he had this duality that would draw you in. On weekday nights when he was back from doing whatever business he did, we'd sit on the dock with bottles of cabernet and talk about Hemmingway, he'd share stories from the war, and I'd talk about the fight for women's suffrage that I was very into at the time. He had me, mind and body, wrapped around his little finger, and I would have done anything for him.