Page 52 of Make Me Forget

I fell to my knees in this two-thousand-dollar dress. I could hear it threatening to burst at the seams. My worst fear had happened. Shayla had ruined my wedding day. Tears fell down my face, and before long, the cries were leaving my mouth. When I opened my eyes, Kendrall was on his knees in front of me.

“I’m so sorry, baby. Damn. She messed up our day.”

“I promise you, she ain’t messed up a damn thing. Come on,” he said as he stood and slid his arms under mine and lifted me from the floor.

I would have had to rip this damn dress in order to get up. I stared into his eyes and saw the love he had for me. The love he still had, even in this moment. The preacher was stuttering somewhat. It was like he was trying to get over what had just happened. Kendrall must have gotten tired of it, because he put his hands to my face and pulled me to him.

He laid the most passionate kiss on my lips. That shit took me away from this barn, this wedding, the circumstances, and Shayla’s dramatics. I hated the drama my life was bringing to his, but his actions were showing me that I was more than my circumstances. I was who mattered, not the bullshit people were taking me through.

When he finally released my lips, I could still hear Shayla’s screaming and cursing. I swallowed hard then buried my face into his chest. I was so embarrassed. “Baby, let’s get out of here. The marriage license is already signed.”

I lifted my head to see the preacher agree with him and our bridal party surrounding us. The photographer was still taking pictures, and while I thought this moment would remind me of the chaos, I realized that it would remind me of the support and love.

EPILOGUE

CASSIE

PART ONE (THE NEXT DAY)…

“Kendrall… take me, baby. Take me to… ecstasyyyy. Yeeeesss!”

We’d flown out to South Padre Island. It was somewhere quick to go just to get away. We were supposed to be leaving for Dubai the week after the wedding, but Kendrall said I needed to get away at that moment. The photographer had gotten a quick picture of us with the wedding party and some quick shots of the two of us before we dipped to Houston.

My mama had called me crying, saying how sorry she was that had happened, like it was her fault. I had to call her Kendall to get her attention. Everyone was blowing our phones up, trying to figure out where we’d gone. They stayed for the reception after they got Shayla to leave, because frankly, all that food didn’t need to go to waste. They’d called the police on her ass, but she’d left before they got there.

I had filed the restraining order, but since I wasn’t there to make a complaint, they didn’t try to find her to arrest her. Unfortunately, I knew she would pop up again, eventually. I was tired of dealing with her, and I couldn’t understand why she was still fucking with me. If I was the person she was trying to make me out to be, why didn’t she just stay the fuck away from me? Every time I’d seen her in my adult life was because she’d initiated contact.

“Damn, Cassie. I love you so much, baby. Fuck!”

Kendrall had me pinned to the bed on my stomach. He was making love to me from the back, caressing my cervix in every stroke. His legs had straddled my closed ones, and he had me by the throat. He was giving me the slow and sensual journey to ecstasy that I needed. Our wedding was perfect until that moment. I literally could have crawled under the damn cement foundation when her voice sliced through the peaceful aura our nuptials had brought me.

During the entire debacle, Kendrall’s eyes had never left me. He said he refused to give any attention to anyone but me, no matter what happened. It was our day… no one else’s. He kept me from making the situation worse, as well, by holding me in place. Had I gotten away from him, I would have fucked Shayla up, and then I would have been in jail in my wedding gown. I just knew… if I ever saw her and had no one to restrain me, that was where I would end up, especially after this.

However, once Kendrall and I had gotten away from everything and all the phone calls, I was able to truly concentrate on the fact that he was my husband. I was Mrs. Kendrall Henderson. That seemed so unreal. We’d been apart for nearly twenty years, but here we were, thriving and in love. My future was brighter simply because he was in it.

He stroked me more forcefully, letting me know that he was getting close to finishing. “Mmmmm, yes, baby. Make me forget. Make me… forget.”

A soft cry escaped me, and he kissed my neck and ear. “I gotchu for life, Cassie. For life, it’s me and you… and any babies you choose to bless me with.”

“Oooooh fuuuuck!”

His words had me orgasming all over the place. I would have as many babies as he wanted. For this man, I would stay barefooted and pregnant. The way he took care of me deserved accolades and awards. Whatever he wanted… he would get. Period.

EPILOGUE

KENDRALL

PART TWO (TWO DAYS LATER)…

“Cassie, get whatever you want, baby. We’ll have it shipped.”

She was staring at a gorgeous bookshelf. There was no way we could take it back on the flight tomorrow. I slowly shook my head as I watched her smile big and do a little dance. She ran to me and hugged me tight then kissed my lips. I loved this woman so damn much. Just like she would do anything for me, I would do the same for her.

Making love to her was everything. It was like I’d never had sex before… been in love before. She often said the words ‘make me forget,’ especially if something horrible had gone down. Well, that was exactly what she did for me. She made me forget all the shit in my past.

If she only knew just how hard it was for me to restrain myself when Shayla pulled that shit on our day, she would probably still try to go find her when we got back. Just like Cassie wanted things to be perfect, I wanted that too… for her. I wanted her to be able to cherish the memory of that day for the rest of her life. Seeing Shayla mess that shit up made me wanna shoot her ass. Christian was just staring at me. I could see him in my peripheral. Had I made a move, the whole groomsmen line would have gotten involved.

When Cassie had gone to sleep, I called my dad to see how things had gone. He said Aunt Tiff, Jess, and the twins beat the brakes off Shayla. He said it was a wonder she was able to get up and leave. Shayla’s family had to leave Nome, but they didn’t go far, unfortunately. They went right up the street to China. They could still show up in Nome, wreaking havoc.

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