Jaycen and Aubrey are settling into married life with children; but will a new doctor on the scene tear them apart? Chancez is still reeling from the return of his presumed dead mother and his new half brother who happens to be Derby's son. Will the...
Before reading this chapter, make sure you read the first chapter of Gigolos-Las Vegas! The stories will now be intertwined with crossovers and guest appearances! *****
JAYCEN
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"I still can't understand what in the hell is going on," I said, as Aubrey wiped the excess lint off of my tuxedo. "Where in the hell could he be?"
"I think the better question is, how did he know we were coming?"
"Well, we know Taylor isn't in on whatever is going on," Aubrey said. "He seemed to be just as shocked as we were the other night."
"I know he is really worried about his friend Montana. But, honestly, I think he's in on it. I believe that Khalid has brainwashed this boy and has him doing his bidding."
"But, what if we are wrong, babe? I mean, you and I know how crazy Khalid is, but these boys are out here without a parachute and a back-up plan. I still think that we should call the police."
I turned to look at Aubrey. He looked so good in his cream colored Armani tuxedo.
"Let's just wait until after the reception like Taylor asked us to," I said, as I touched his face. "As soon as the reception is over, we will call Miami PD, the FBI AND our private detective. We are going to find this sick bastard and put him away once and for all. I just pray that this day doesn't end the way ours did. I got a chilly feeling."
"That is probably the cool air from the approaching hurricane, baby," Aubrey smiled, as he leaned in and kissed me lightly on the lips. "You look so good."
"So do you. I guess we should go down and find us a good seat. I know that Anya, Antoine and Trey want all of us to sit together."
"Maybe, they have saved us a seat," Aubrey said, as he took my hand into his his. He rubbed his thumb across my engagement and wedding bands. "Let's go to a wedding, love."
We walked hand in hand out of the bedroom towards the soft chamber music that was playing downstairs.
"That was over a month ago, Dr. Lindley," I said, as she continued to write in her notes.
"I would just like to know what I am doing wrong here," Aubrey muttered, as I looked over at him. "It seems like I am the only one trying here, Doctor."
So, in case you haven't figured it out; here we are a month later in marriage counseling/therapy. This has been one hell of a month, as you probably already know. Dr. Aubrey Jones, my husband and I attended the highly anticipated wedding of Bryce Carter and Michelle Foster. It was a beautiful wedding, although the threat of a hurricane loomed over the entire weekend. But, the hurricane was not the grand finale that everyone suspected. Murder and chaos was. Once again, my dear uncle Khalid had reared his ugly head. This time, he took people's lives in the process. Well, let me clarify, not all of the deaths were as a result of this sick person that I have to identify as an uncle. But, he had a major role in a lot of the chaos. I tried not to let any of it get to me, since this time my family wasn't involved in the action. In the end, five people were dead and several were physically and emotionally wounded for the rest of their lives.
