The Proposal

ENGAGEMENT PARTY

Jerome's POV

There were many guests but mostly models at the party. I told her not to invite them because they made me feel uncomfortable. Hell! This was my party and am not having fun. Cindy was chatting away with her friends and guests while I stayed at the bar and drank my worries away. "Congratulations!" I heard that a billion times since night. I looked at the lady who whispered it in my ear. I knew her. I fucked her once but I couldn't recall her name. "Who are you again?" I asked apathetically. "How many times do I have to remind you?" She pouted. "You don't have to when you become important to my memory" I spat and turned away from her but she took the seat beside me. "Ego-less slut." I coughed. "So... Why her?" I knew she would ask that. "Why not her?" I answered vaguely. "We all met the same night. Remember, I introduced you two. We all had a threesome. So why her?" She began to scream. "Get the fuck out of my face!" I shouted losing my temper. "Fuck you Jerome!" She screamed and all eyes landed on us. She stood up then spilled her wine on my million-dollar suit. I resisted the urge to slap her across her fucking face and just called security to throw her out. That's why I didn't want any of these bitches here! I ran towards the bathroom in order to clean myself up. I cursed under my breath as I passed my stubborn wife that caused all this! She didn't even know what just took place consequently of her ignorance. I was close to the bathroom when I stopped at the ladies'. I heard sobbing and it sounded familiar. I barged through the door and saw her leaning against the sink with stained mascara on her cheeks. "Becca?" I asked concernedly. She jumped in response to fright. "Am sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. Are you okay?" I asked incredulously. She sighed then shook her head and she broke down in tears again. I pulled her into my arms and she held unto me. I never thought the day would come when I could hold her again. She cried on my tux but I didn't mind. "I can't keep doing this to him." She sobbed. I didn't interrogate her. I just wanted to comfort her like always. She finally calmed down but her eyes were still moist. She looked the same as she was that morning when she was snatched away from me. "Sorry" She apologized. "Don't be. Am happy that am still your shoulder to cry on" I forced a smile. Seeing her like this was petrifying to me. I couldn't smile. "Becca, you in here?" Blake's voice interrupted us as he barged in and took her from my grip. "Were you crying?" He asked worryingly and she fiddled with her scarf. "No. I had something in my eye." He seemed to buy it but I knew I wouldn't. I know when she's lying. "So Jerome, I was talking to Becca here about the couple retreat vacation and she agreed. You and Cindy still up for it?" He asked me but I was still busy staring at Becca. She was so mesmeric to my eyes. "Jerome!" He snapped. "Oh, yea we're going. To tell the truth, I thought it would be no wives. I need a break from all her trauma" I joked and he laughed. "I couldn't go a day without mine" He kissed Becca on her cheek and she winced. We all left the ladies' bathroom and my humid suit didn't even matter to me anymore since I embraced her. I loved her scent on me. It was smothering. Becca, Blake, Cindy and I were going to be out of the country on vacation and I had a plan to be all alone with Becca. We sat at our reserved table then suddenly Blake used his spoon to tap his champagne glass. The place went silent and all eyes landed on him as he stood. "I am proud to interrupt your moment since I get the opportunity to inform all of New York that I am the most ecstatic man on earth since this angel agreed to be my wife." Becca stood up beside him and they took a minute to make out in order to seal the declaration. Nathan and Tony whistled while other guests awed at their union. Every one applauded except me. My hands were too stubborn to give in. "That is so romantic" Cindy awed. I just rolled my eyes. "Why didn't you do that?" She finally felt hurt. "Do what?" I sipped my champagne spitefully being ignorant. "What I asked you to do earlier" She admitted. She did beg me to give a romantic speech and I told her I would but I never planned to. "Have you ever done anything I asked you to do? For example, when I specifically asked you not to invite your whore of a friends" I spat then excused myself to the garden. I needed some air. I took this moment to recover every detail of my strenuous plan. It had to work! it just got to. I will only have 3 days with Becca and it wasn't enough. I needed her always.

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