His best friend

Chapter Twenty Five

Rochelle POV

1970

Elvis has been on tour since we married in the summer. Coming home, leaving. It was an endless cycle, my baby boy barely knows his father. I barely know him.

Graceland is lonely without Elvis, my mother came to pick up AAron and hours after she left I heard a knock.

Thinking it was Elvis I rushed down stairs and to my suprise it was Billy, He looked just as in shock as I was.

"H-Hi, I had no idea you would be here..." Billy avoided my eyes, looking at the ground.

"I live here... why wouldn't I be?" I questioned, slightly annoyed.

"I just wanted to speak with Elvis but since he ain't here-"

"You can come in...." I cut him off opening the door to Graceland wider. He hesitated at first but came in.

I made him a pot of coffee and handed him a cup, just how he liked it. We sat at the kitchen table, inches away from each other.

"You look beautiful..." He whispered, I looked at my ring . Swirling around my finger.

"Why are you here Billy." I avoided his compliment. I know he wasn't here to see Elvis and it hurt me that he lied.

"Uhh, I just wanted to see you. And Aaron. I- I dont know... hoping that you'll come back to me." He continued, I shook my head .

"Billy, Its alittle to late for that. You should have been there for me and the army was more important. " A single tear fell down, Billy caught it quickly.

"Where's Elvis? He ain't here. I see the way he talks about you, like your some prize!" He bolted up from his seat, heated.. "I was off defending my country, keeping you safe. We could have had a life together, a perfect beautiful life."

He kneeled in front of my chair, holding my legs. He cupped my cheeks gently.

"Tell me, tell me you dont love me anymore.." He whispered, I looked down into his watery green eyes.

"Dont make me, Billy. I cant." I cried, He knew I still loved him, so why did he need comformation.

"Please, baby." He cried. I couldn't say anything so I nodded No and He pressed his lips onto mine, and for a moment it was perfect. I cupped his cheeks as he kissed me deeply, he gripped my thighs putting them around his waist.

"Wait... I-I cant.... I dont know when Elvis will be home.." I whispered out a breath. He kissed my neck in a hurry manner, popping off the buttons to my blous. I gripped onto him tightly, as he lifted me onto the kitchen table.

It was hot to hot, I tried my hardest to say no. But deep down I wanted to, Elvis hasn't been giving me any attention even when he is here. I gripped onto his back as he made love to me slowly... like he was saving this moment. Both of us knew this wasn't gonna happen again.

Once we we're done we both laid on the table out of breath, he kissed my bare chest up to my neck.

"I still love you." He whispered, gently.