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Cheyenne
‘I don’t understand this. Why the hell won’t they leave me alone?’ I heard Jordan muttering to himself as I got up from my chair to see what was going on. When I reached the open door, my feet just wouldn’t move any further. In his current state of dress (or undress rather), Jordan was almost completely naked except for the dark charcoal trousers. No shirt, tie or jacket to complete the suit and no shoes and socks. ‘He must have just gotten out of the shower attached to his office,’ I thought.
‘Great. It’s going to be one of those days again. He pulled an all nighter and my goose is going to be cooked because I’m still going to be here at 9p.m. tonight because I lied on my application and can’t really type seventy words a minute. But, God dammit he was so good looking. Six feet two inches of pure muscle. I swear, God created this man to play havoc on my hormones. With his sun bleached blonde hair that belonged on a surfer not a successful business owner, blue-green eyes that don’t belong on any man except if he’s Brad Pitt and a killer smile that begged you to rip off your clothes and shout, take me, take me now, please!’ I wonder if he looked up, if he would be able to see my thoughts on my face.
‘Chey!’ Jordan bellowed.
He never called my name or used the intercom, but bellowed it (or rather half of it) to let me know that he needed me and in so doing let the whole top floor of Time Towers know that he needed me as well.
‘Right here Boss! And its Cheyenne.’ I never could figure out just why I hated it when people abbreviated my name.
‘Can you answer a damn phone?’ he yelled at me.
‘Yes, I believe it’s why you hired me, too answer phones, make you coffee and do typing and such. You said yourself, just yesterday I might add, that I was the best secretary that you’ve have since old Mrs. McDonald passed on.’ I was trying brilliantly hard to hide my smile because I knew he wouldn’t appreciate it. Not right this minute, anyway.
‘Very funny ‘Cheyenne’, you’re supposed to keep things like this from reaching my ears.’
‘What’s that Boss?’ I asked with a little worry in my voice.
‘These God damned vultures that want me to be on the cover of their magazines. This woman actually had the nerve to tell me I was the most eligible bachelor of the decade. Can you believe all this nonsense?’ He ranted.
‘Umm, but Jordan, the office phone didn’t ring so . . . ‘
‘Ahh, shit. Phone the mobile company and get me a new number. How the hell do they find these things out?’ I could see he was at the end of his tether.
‘Umm, Jordan. You know you could solve this problem once and for all. We’ve spoken about it before. It would solve so many things and the journalists would leave you alone after a while.’ I spoke softly, clearly hearing his last time response in my head. ‘Are you fucking crazy?’
Jordan pulled me back from my memories with a brilliant smile.
‘You’re right, Cheyenne. I know the perfect person.’ His face suddenly lit up.
‘You do? You’ve actually been considering my suggestion? Well hell, glad I could be of help. Who is she?’ I was in awe of myself that I was able to persuade him.
‘Could you phone and make the arrangements. It will be completely up to you of course what type of ceremony it will be, I don’t have any qualms. The only thing I want is for it to be short but elegant.’ He smiled at me as he said it and I began to feel a little weird.
‘But who is she? Wouldn’t she want to plan it?’ I asked slowly watching his face.
He brought out all the stops with his smile as he sat back in his black leather chair. Quite sexy wearing no shirt and all and then he dropped the bombshell.
‘She is planning it. You suggested it so I assumed you would be the perfect candidate. Pick a date, Cheyenne. Preferably within the next two weeks. You and I are getting married.’
‘Are you fucking crazy?’ It was my turn to ask the loaded question.
‘No.’ He only smiled at me like he just asked me to go pick up his dry-cleaning.
‘What makes you think I’ll say yes?’ I crossed my arms over my chest, hoping against hopes that he’d give me an answer I could build an argument on.
‘I don’t.’ His smile suddenly cleared and he looked at me with an emotion I’ve never seen before.
‘Look, Cheyenne. I know this is farther out in left field than the two of us can imagine, but you and I get along. I’d rather have someone I get along with as my wife, than a woman, I know only wants me for my money.’ Jordan looked at me with such a sad expression, it’s like the son of a bitch knew I was involved with him.
I felt myself starting to melt under his stare.
‘You’re the only woman that’s never made a pass at me.’
‘Well, dress me in drag and call me a queen. I guess it helps not to throw yourself at men. Who’d have thought?’ I need to let Holly know about this new development I thought.
‘Ok.’ I heard someone whisper. To my horror I heard my own treacherous voice say the word.
‘Really?’ There was that smile again. ‘Ahh, crap.’ I thought, it’s like he knows how to play me.
‘Yeah, sure. It’s not like I’ve got anything to do in the next couple of weeks. Planning a wedding would be great.’ ‘Holy fuck.’ I heard the words in my head. Was this really me spouting this shit?
‘Ok, I guess we’re getting married then.’ Jordan got up from his desk, holding out his hand. Something inside me was screaming. ‘He’s gonna shake my hand? Fuck!’ My head just wouldn’t shut up.
Not to be outdone, Cheyenne took the hand Jordan offered and that was the end of it. Twenty minutes later she found herself on the phone with one of her best friends, making wedding arrangements.
***
That’s how the whole thing started. That’s why I’ve now been married for all of two minutes. I was standing in the room where Jordan and I would spend our one night honeymoon before moving into our new apartment on 5th Avenue tomorrow. On Monday we’ll go back to work like the weekend never happened. He’ll be the boss, I’m the assistant. I still can’t quite wrap my head around the fact that I married this man I’ve been admiring from afar for the last sixteen months.
I’ve watched girlfriends, slight acquaintances, and even one night stands come and go. Hoping to become the next Mrs. Jordan Colt. With no luck, of course. That’s why I was so surprised when he asked me. Well, told me actually. The fact that he has money makes no difference.
I would have married Jordan Colt even if he was poor and lived in a cardboard box. Oh God. I fell in love with Jordan Colt when I started working for him. I stayed away because he told me, within five minutes of meeting me, I might add, that his previous secretary offered herself to him. When things cooled down between them she tried to trap him into marriage with pregnancy, which he only found out two weeks before he hired me was nothing but a pack of lies. I couldn’t feel sorry for him could I? He was a player of the worst sort. I just couldn’t help myself.
Then when I asked him why he wanted to marry me and he told me that I was the only woman not to make a pass at him, I was stunned.
‘Cheyenne?’ It was Holly at the door, coming to see what was keeping me.
‘Come in, Holly. I can’t seem to reach the last couple of buttons,
could you give me a hand?’ I quickly turned my back so Holly wouldn’t see the look of absolute terror and fright on my face. It wouldn’t help for my friends to know how hopelessly in love I was with my husband, or for them to know that he didn’t return my feelings. I’d rather they just thought we we’re doing this out of mutual like.
‘It was a beautiful wedding, Cheyenne. You did well organizing it in such a small amount of time.’ Holly said as she undid the last couple of buttons.
‘Thanks, but Adrian did most of it. I just gave orders really.’ I couldn’t help but smile as I remembered Adrian running around New York City looking for one hundred candles that looked exactly the same because I didn’t want flowers. God, I can be such a bitch sometimes.
‘Jordan asked me to come see what’s keeping you. All the guests are here and they want to get the speeches over so that they can drink and be merry at Jordan’s expense,’ Holly laughed.
‘Tell him I’ll be down in ten minutes.’ Holly turned to leave and I called her back.
‘Thanks for all your help today. I don’t know what I would have done if you, Chloe and Adrian weren’t here.’ I smiled at my best friend.
‘I know I speak for the others when I say this, we wouldn’t have had it any other way.’ Holly left and I quickly started getting dressed in my ‘after the wedding’ clothes so I could go and join my husband.
***
‘Oh God. I can do this, I can do this.’ My mantra. I felt a bit self-conscious when I stepped out of the elevator. I took a deep, lung filling breath and suddenly wished I could nip out and have a cigarette. Suddenly I felt panicked, oh fuck, because I knew for sure that Jordan didn’t know that I smoked. Then a slow smile spread across my face as I saw Adrian coming out of the reception area.
‘Come with me.’ Adrian grabbed my hand and pulled my into the little cigar lounge across the lobby. She reached into her bag and pulled out a pack of Marlboro Lights and lit up two giving one to me.
‘You look like you could use one of these.’ Adrian smiled through a cloud of blue smoke.
‘Thanks.’ I put the cigarette between my lips and inhaled deeply.
‘Are you ok, love?’ she asked quietly.
‘Yeah, just a bit nervous. Jordan’s brother hates me and there are at least six ex-girlfriends in there.’ I smiled at Adrian, feeling a bit more stable.
‘Well, love, you’re married to the man so they can’t do anything. Are you done?’ She asked.
‘Yes, let’s go.’ I ground the butt into an ashtray and took Adrian by the hand and walked determinedly toward the hall where my wedding reception was in full swing.
As we were walking I whispered to Adrian, ‘Stay close with your bag, I’ll need a few more of those before the night is over.’
Adrian started laughing at this and I couldn’t help but join her, not knowing that what started out as the happiest time of my life could soon become the most trying.
Jordan
I couldn’t help but notice the beautiful smile on my new bride’s face as she walked into the reception hall with one of her best friends. They were holding hands like they were afraid to let go of one another, but I knew the strange bond she had with her friends was because she had no family of her own.
I also couldn’t help but think highly of this young girl that became my wife an hour ago. ‘I wonder why she said yes. I know what she said, but I didn’t quite believe it,’ I thought to myself. ‘I should ask her one day, soon.’
I got my first clear look at Cheyenne when I saw her let go of Adrian’s hand and she started walking toward me. Being the type of girl she was I was surprised to find that she wore an ivory dress to our wedding but decided to wear white for the reception. She was wearing a white corset with a white, calf length pencil skirt that flared out at the bottom. White, impossibly high-heeled sandals completed the outfit with the ankle straps criss-crossing up her gorgeous endless legs.
Someone caught her attention and she turned and I could see her back. Her back was completely bare except for at least a dozen white satin ribbons holding the material to her body. The only coherent thought in my mind was how long it would take me to undo those ribbons.
‘Come on, Colt, keep it clean,’ I murmured softly to myself. At that moment Cheyenne turned and started walking toward me with a huge smile on her face.
I only then realized that Cheyenne was still wearing the diamond necklace, earrings and bracelet that was cut in the same style as her engagement and wedding rings.
I smiled back at her, hoping my arousal wasn’t to obvious and held out my hand for her to take it. When she reached me, she took my hand and I pulled her slowly to my side.
Just then I felt my mobile vibrate in my inside jacket pocket, I looked at Cheyenne and said: ‘Sorry, but I’ve been waiting for this call all week, you don’t mind if I take it?’
‘No, go right ahead.’ Cheyenne smiled at me.
I looked at the display screen and saw that indeed it was the call I’d been waiting for.
‘Colt.’ Then listened.
‘Yeah, thanks. That would be great. Yeah, just ask at the front desk. I sorted it all out before hand. Thanks again.’ I pressed the end call button and switched the cell phone off completely and tucked it back into my jacket pocket. Then I turned back toward Cheyenne.
‘Would you like to sit down or grab some champagne first?’
‘Champagne first and then a seat, please. It feels like I’ve been standing for a century,’ Cheyenne begged.
‘I know exactly how you feel. I thought the service would go on forever.’
I smiled back, then turned deftly and took up two champagne glasses from a passing waiter and hand one to Cheyenne. I linked my fingers intimately with hers and steered her toward the head table where her three best friends, my best friend, my brother, his brother’s wife and their four year old daughter who was also the flower girl where seated already.
As soon as we sat down at the table my idiot brother got up from the table, shot me a look that said, you poor sod and a look of ridicule in Cheyenne’s direction. I scowled at Adam but Cheyenne just ignored him and turned toward her friends and the four of them started chatting like they were having lunch at a local deli.
Unfortunately for Adam, he didn’t get very far as Brent called him back to the table for the toasts.
Brent was my business partner and the best man at Cheyenne’s insistence. Cheyenne refused to have Adam as my best man because she thought he was a hypocrite.
‘Ladies and gentlemen, if I could have your attention please. Thanks. As this hasn’t been a traditional wedding by anyone’s standards, we’d like to get the last bit out of the way before we can have a good time. I’ve spoken to Cheyenne at length and I asked her what she wanted to do about the whole throwing the bouquet tradition and her answer was, I couldn’t give a rat’s ass as to who gets married next.’ Cheyenne blushed deep crimson and tried to hide her face in my shoulder, not that I minded. I was trying very hard not to laugh but the crowd didn’t have much luck and soon everyone was having a good chuckle.
‘Anyway, I posed the same question to Colt about the garter that he was supposed to chuck to the single men here and his response was to grumble that he wasn’t taking a garter off Cheyenne’s leg in front of everyone and that such antics belonged in the bedroom.’
Cheyenne looked like she swallowed something that’s been in her fridge for years and turned an even darker shade of red while I just scowled at Brent for telling everyone my secret.
‘So, as I said, this is hardly a traditional wedding but I hope that Cheyenne and Jordan will have a traditional marriage. I’d like for one and all to raise your glasses and join me in toasting Jordan and Cheyenne on this very special day. To Jordan and Cheyenne.’
‘Jordan and Cheyenne.’
It ec
hoed through the room and when everyone except Adam had a sip of champagne Cheyenne got up from her chair and said, ‘I know it’s even more untraditional for the bride or groom to make any speeches so I’ll keep it short.’ I got up and stood beside her and draped my arm over her hips so she stood in the cradle of my arms.
‘I just want to take this opportunity, and I’m sure Jordan agrees with me, to thank everybody for joining us today, on very short notice I might add. It’s made the day that more special to both of us. I’d like to thank Holly for being my maid of honor and Chloe for helping me with organizing everything. I also want to thank Adrian for doing all the decorating, the church and the hall for the reception. We’d also like to thank Tiffany for being our flower girl and Brent for being the best man and embarrassing us on our wedding day, believe me we won’t forget it.’ At that reminder everyone started laughing again. I took up where Cheyenne left off.
‘As a token of our appreciation, Cheyenne tried her best to bankrupt me and bought everyone a distinctive different gift she thought you’d personally enjoy. Once again thank you all for coming and we hope you enjoy the rest of the party, enjoy!’
I tipped my glass in the direction of our guests and Cheyenne did the same, toasted the guests that were a mix of my business acquaintances and somehow six of my ex-girlfriends.
***
Cheyenne
About four hours after that auspicious toast, I had a few minutes alone with my friends before I was expected to join Jordan in the suite upstairs. I was once again sitting in the cigar lounge with a cigarette between my fingers as I watched my best friends open the special gifts I’d bought them.
I couldn’t keep the thought out of my head. ‘I was surprised that Jordan gave in so willingly.’
‘I don’t get it, it’s like he didn’t even care that I didn’t want to go upstairs with him.’ I was looking to Adrian as I said this and missed the little sly smile that played around Chloe’s lips.
‘Maybe he also just wanted a few minutes alone. Don’t worry, you’ll go upstairs and he’ll sweep you off your feet.’ This came from Holly the romantic. She always saw the best in everybody and the bright side of every situation.
‘Talking about sweeping you off your feet,’ it was Chloe this time, ‘you better get up there before he comes down here and goes all cave-man on you.’ Chloe got off her chair and grabbed her bag and the gift that I gave her ten minutes earlier and looked at the other girls.
‘Come on, girls. Let Cheyenne get to her honeymoon, even if it is for a day.’ She turned to me and said in her courtroom voice. ‘We won’t expect you for brunch tomorrow. I love you and congrats once again. Have a good time.’ Chloe kissed me and held me in a fierce hug as she said the words.
Next was Adrian. I got a kiss and a hug from the two and three words: ‘Be happy, baby!’
Then came Holly, my closet friend. We had met briefly when I was eleven and Holly ten in a foster home and had been best friends since.
‘I don’t know what to say. I always knew that we’d all probably get married, but this is so sad. I feel like someone just stole my puppy.’
‘Honey, I’m not leaving the country, I got married. I’ll still be here and we’ll carry on visiting. Nothing will change, I promise. Not to long down the road we’ll celebrate another wedding and all this will come out again, just like it did with Chloe and Robert’s wedding.’ We all smiled at each other at the memory of the four of them in a similar bar also crying and saying goodbye to Chloe.
‘Everyone OK?’
‘Yeah, we’ll be fine. Go be with your husband,’ Holly said.
I couldn’t stop the single tear that rolled down my cheek when the only three people that I ever trusted in the world walked out of the hotel.
Jordan
When I saw Cheyenne’s face when she finally got upstairs, I knew instantly she’d been crying. She looked up as she walked into the living area of the suite and stopped in her tracks when she saw me standing there.
‘I’m sorry.’ Was all she could get out before she started sobbing.
‘Ah, love, come here.’
I walked over to Cheyenne and put my arms around her. It was at that moment that I realized how perfectly she fit in my arms. Her head was resting comfortably on my shoulder. I knew it was thanks to her three-inch heels and if she where barefoot she would only reach mid chest.
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