Page 57 of Rushed

Julia

Two Months Later...

“This will be the most amazing fucking wedding event of the year, Jules!” Charlie chirps excitedly as he turns back and forth in front of the full length mirrors. Checking out his new Gucci wool, black mohair suit, with a purple satin bow tie, and perfectly pressed caramel dress shirt, he tugs at the cuffs, straightening the jacket length and twisting his newly acquired vintage Tiffany cufflinks. He looks stunning. Actually, beyond stunning. He looks ravishing.

“I can’t disagree. They are perfect, and it was amazing.” I’m waiting once again on Charlie to adjust his tie, his shirt, and his junk, to the perfect proportions before leaving the restroom and heading out to the awaiting guests.

Jackson and Troy tied the knot this afternoon, and it was a fabulous affair. It’s spring in the Hamptons. There are thousands upon thousands of Wisteria garlands in purple and white, expensive chrome tiki torches that line the path from the house to the beachfront, and the most marvelous jazz band is playing the best of Sinatra, Bing, and Count Basie. The weather is perfect. The food was supplied by Jim’s restaurant, so of course it’s superb, and the company is flamboyant. It seemed like Manhattan had emptied out all the gays for this one occasion.

The designers had gone goo goo with the idea of supplying everyone on short notice. The cost was no issue, so of course the houses were emptied of their coffers. Everyone was on display. It was a runway event just coming down to your chairs, as each tried to outdo the other with Gucci, Valentino, Chanel, Balenciaga, and Versace. I felt out of place wearing vintage, as the spring collections were shown everywhere.

“Come on, you. I can’t be in here forever. I need to get back to my man, and so do you, before Jim becomes obsessed. You know him. He’ll be preening over his employees that are a ‘disgrace to him’in front of his friends.” I pull open the door and wait for Charlie to exit. I know if I don’t get him away, his vanity will get the best of him.

Jax asked Troy to marry him the night of the fight, all while I was in the midst of making sure Lincoln was okay, and that Senator Jackson, his son, and his son’s friends were all in sparkly cuffs. So I missed the whole damn ordeal.

After our little interlude in the locker room, I felt blissful and excited to see the new start in our lives. I made them reenact it word for word when we were in the confines of my limo, and in utter silence. They were being quiet about it all, as if it wasn’t a big deal. It was just a plain titanium band with their initials, and the day’s date inside. It meant a new start as Mick was being taken away, and I understood the meaning behind it.

We went out after to celebrate at Jim’s. The TV was avoided, and the doors were locked to keep all the nosy reporters away. We had a chance to forget it all for one night, and the engagement just added a fresh perspective to the evening. So in a rush, and a lot of table napkins and alcohol, we planned a wedding affair. All we needed was the perfect spot, which we had, and the extreme shopping to make it a show for the masses. I have to admit, it has made the last two months’ zoom by.

I went back to being a lawyer. Not for the firm, but for a small group of investors. It seems that some of the largest sex clubs in the city, an MMA gym, and two lovely restaurants were more than happy to have a private lawyer on retainer when necessary. It seemed I was a tremendous help. I was able to keep the heat off the club and help to broker new buildings in Yonkers, Brooklyn, and Hell’s Kitchen for Lincoln. We were able to expand his private viewing/participation areas, and try them all out as well. After all, we had to make sure they would be fit for participants.

My life was perfect, and couldn’t have been happier.

And this was because of one crack on the head, and an unknown name that created this new person. I am someone the old girl could be happy with, that rivalled the old me, and I was a person I could be proud of.

My life was more than complete.

Before, I didn’t live, I worked. Now, I live and work…sometimes.

Lincoln and I are just starting out, so there’s no marriage and no kids in the works, which is good for now.

Because our story has just begun, and our grand adventure is just beginning. This will be one for the books.

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