Usually Kate and I would stay in the same hotel. However, due to my last-minute decision to fly to New York, The Waldorf had no available suites for Kate. Instead, I put her up in the Four Seasons. When I knocked on her door she opened it quickly.
“Good evening, sir,” she greeted.
“What on Earth are you wearing?” I asked.
She was dressed in what could only be described as a fluorescent pink strapless dress. It was very tight fitting, and short. Very short. I couldn’t help but notice her legs; they were long and lean and sat in a pair of strappy, silver heels. Her makeup was bright and her hair was let loose in soft curls. The oddest thing was that she was wearing a whistle around her neck.
“Oh, this?” she said while waving a hand over herself. “I’m going out with some friends tonight to some gay club in SOHO. Apparently there are certain dress codes one must wear to these clubs. I know, I know, I look daft, right?”
My attention focused on a pair of black pumps that sat by the bed. My stomach weakened slightly as they looked exactly like the ones that Charlotte wore...when I was fucking her on her desk. No, this definitely wasn’t the time to stir things up.
“Here are the papers you requested.” Her eyes moved to where mine were focused.
“Oh, sorry about the mess. I have a friend staying here for a few nights while she sorts some stuff out.”
“She’s here now?”
Kate laughed slightly. “Yeah, showering in case she meets someone to hook up with at the gay club...like that’s even possible. She’s arse over tit in love with this jerk but apparently he’s cocked up big style. Hey, if you want to meet her I can always lure her out.”
“Nah. I better head out and call it an early night. Say hi to your friend for me.” I chuckled lightly, it’s funny because it was the first time I had laughed all week.
“Will do…and Mr. Edwards?”
“Yes?”
“I hope it works out for you…with her, I mean. I don’t know her but I can see you love her and that’s all anyone needs.”
I paused, thinking about her words. “See you tomorrow night.” With the small amount of fight I had left in me, it was all I could manage to say.
It was only eight and already I had done everything possible. Everything was set for tomorrow. I had been to the gym and showered and now what? I heard a knock on the door. I opened it to be greeted by Rocky and Elijah.
“Dude, you look like shit!” Rocky roared.
I caressed my beard, wondering what these two fuckers were doing here.
“Get changed, we’re heading out,” Elijah commanded.
“Where to?”
“Porky’s! It’s all-you-can-eat night.” Rocky laughed.
Porky’s turned out to be a seedy strip joint in the meat packing district. I don’t know why I honestly thought we were going to an actual all-you-can-eat restaurant. Rocky was sitting front row center, wearing an I EAT MEAT truckers’ cap. His eyes lit up any time one of the girls did their show in front of him. I’m surprised he did this kind of thing. I would have thought Nikki would have micro-chipped him or something.
The girls were nothing special, your typical fake tits, spray-on tan, fake eyelashes type of women. All bleached blonde, of course. They did nothing to ease my pain, not even when one tried to sit in my lap and rub her tits on my face. I could smell the alcohol on her breath and her eyes were glassy. No doubt did a line before she came on stage.
“Do you love this place or what?” Rocky cheered.
“Have you lost oxygen to your brain? Most likely from those extremely tight jeans you are wearing,” Elijah pointed out.
I almost spat out my bourbon. They were fucking tight jeans, like I mean you could see the curve of his ass cheeks and I DID NOT want that image entering my head whatsoever.
“Hey! It’s like the newest trend or something. Nikki picked them out for me.”
“Did she make you wear them tonight so your dick couldn’t get hard?”
“No... It can get hard. It’s just really tight in here.” He squirmed.
“And the color? What is that, Iris Purple?” Elijah asked.
“The fact that you even know that is pretty gay, dude. Besides, it’s violet blue.”
I roared in hysterics as he mentioned the color. Only a pussy-whipped married guy like Rocky would wear violet blue. Most likely to scare off any pussy that came near him tonight. As Rocky continued to justify his choice for tight feminine colored jeans, the topless waitresses continued to serve us drinks. By the tenth round I was losing focus.
“I’m surprised Adriana let you out tonight. Wait…this better not be your bachelor party because this is way too tame!”