Whirlwind

Alternate Scene 1

[Author's Note: This scene as well as the second alternate scene were both written along with the story, years ago. One more scene will be posted soon!]

Today wasn't like any other Sunday.

In fact, it was the first of its kind that Lamarr would ever encounter in his life. It was the first where he had a strict routine set in stone that would occupy his entire day and the first where he was quite frankly terrified. He chalked up his apprehension to the unknown. Not having a clue of what was to happen next in life was frightening for anyone, but for Lamarr his was the idea of enduring the unknown with one person; sleeping with one person, sharing his assets, love, feelings, everything that was entitled to him with one person. At times he even wondered if he had mistaken it all and he was about to take this risk with the wrong person. Who knew though? He simply had to let his life unfold as it was going to anyways and adjust accordingly. That however didn't sit well with him either, and of the the days prior to this one, he tried everything in his power to ignore what he was beginning to believe was his intuition.

Lamarr took it as far as even making a pact with his friends stating that the first person to bring up the words marriage, rings, cuffed, or forever had to pay up. A solid c-note was all he wanted in return, and since none of them was willing to cough up that much they helped him avoid. They spent the last weeks of his freedom drowning him in work and in his extra time, liquor, strippers, and a journey down memory lane to reminisce. Each bid they made was strangely enough effective until the actual day came and Lamarr had to stop escaping.

Once he rolled over only to be blinded by the rays of the sun that radiated through the towering windows of his penthouse suite, reality set in. He knew this was it. His life would forever change and no longer be solely about him. Though he had made it up in his mind almost two years ago when he left the black and gold daubed doors of Harry Winston that this was the woman of his dreams and all he needed, the selfishness that was always a part of his personality thought otherwise. Why was he doing this to himself? Allowing his thoughts to make him self-destruct? He swore he wasn't though. This was only cold feet, something he was sure all men went through in moments like this one. It was normal he told himself, and now he had to get up and start his day; his wedding day.

"What the fuck?" He grumbled lowly feeling the strain in his neck or maybe it was the whiff he got from the stench of Brandy and reefa that reeked from his pores. 

Last night was wild, and if Lamarr recalled correctly he came in just five hours before the nine-fifteen gleaming on the screen of his phone, and he came here with Ib and Mike. They were two of his many groomsmen who promised his fiancé they'd keep him out of trouble and have in tip-top shape when the ceremony started. They kept their word for the most part and now they were already wide awake, gathering everything Lamarr needed and they needed before they headed to Millennium Park.

"Rise and shine, fuck boy!" Mike was the least bit considerate of the state his friend was currently in. In his eyes he was perfectly fine and had no more than two hours, if that to gather himself and get ready. He had hung Lamarr's freshly pressed tuxedo on the wardrobe door, while his shoes, socks and other important garments were being placed in a chair aside the bed by Ib. All that was left was to drag the groom from the comfort of his king sized bed and get him into the shower. "Wake up! We got a wedding to get to. Remember? Your wedding starts precisely at ten-thirty and you're no wear near....are you even conscious?"

"Hell yeah he is! I saw his leg move when we walked in." Ib added.

"Yo, can y'all shut up? I have a headache." Lamarr protested, trying his best to ignore all the noise they were producing.