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It took me two hours to leave but I gathered my things. I climbed into my Camry and I left.

I was free at last. He let me go or did I let him go. I don’t know what to do. Things haven’t cleared up for me. They are only more confusing. I love Mason. Mason loves me. He believes in us but I don’t know. How could a relationship filled with so many obstacles ever survive? Why me Lord?

I wasn’t ready to go home.
I was antsy. I couldn’t keep still. I went to the mall and I did something crazy and weird. I tried on wedding dresses. I already had a wedding dress. I was supposed to marry Jack last week. I felt the need to remind myself of this.

Was I really thinking about this?
Me and Mason? Well maybe I was. Why else am I here inside David’s Bridal?

This time
around I was trying on simple dresses, colorful dresses, and short dresses. I was looking at what I liked not what Jack thought was appropriate for his dream wedding. It felt nice to shop without any expectations. I knew for sure that Mason would love whatever I picked. Mason would say I liked good in a plastic garbage bag. He would probably take his belt off and tell me to wear it. This thought made me smile.

I left David’s Bridal and got a bite to eat. I then went over to House of Brides.
What am I doing? I tried on one dress and I loved it. I bought it. What am I doing? I just bought a wedding dress.

I lingered around
and window shopped. I went to get my nails done. I hated getting my nails done but I had been going for a while now. I usually stopped the manicures and pedicures in the winter. This was my last visit until springtime.

I was killing time waiting for my girl Toya to get off of work. She gets home at three. I texted her because I needed advice. I was a frantic ball of nerves. She told me to meet her at her house.
I got there before she did. I had to talk to someone and get an opinion on what was going on.

I wasn’t going to share that I just bought a pink wedding dress. I didn’t want her to think I was a nut.

I was too stunned when I first arrived at her place. I spaced at the beginning of our conversation. I couldn’t remember what we were even talking about. I didn’t know what I wanted to do. One minute I’m riding the Jack train and then I’m riding the Mason train.

Maybe she was doing all the talking because I popped into the conversation that was taking place without me although I was right here
in her living room.

“Oh shit chick. That ring is fire.”
I heard her. I was back from daydreaming. I had showed her the ring?

“It is so
hot. I can’t even put it on. Mason knows what I like. He knows me. It’s so pretty. It looks good in the box.” Was I rambling?

“Yeah that ring fits you perfectly.”

“I don’t know what I’m going to do.” I sound whiny even to me.

“What do you want to do?”

“What do you think I should do?”

“Girl quit. I know you still love Mason. Do you want to be his wife?”

“Yea-ah-I-ah-think-so. Damn I do, I do, I do. Yes”

“You saying I do to the wrong person.”

We both started giggling. “I want Mason.”

“That ring looks like you got him.
Chick, I would be like hell no! But the plane tickets say he means business. He is doing this grown man shit. His actions are speaking louder than his words and I can’t be mad at that.”

“So what do I do?”

“What do you want to do?” She asked.

“Take my ass to Vegas and marry Mason.”

Toya started singing. “Meet me at the altar in your white dress. We ‘aint getting no younger we might as well do it. Let’s get married.” I joined in and we completely messed up the words.

I stayed over at Toya’s until seven. I
admitted I bought a dress. I ran out to the car and showed her my dress. She was excited and that made me excited.

Instead of going home I went back to Mason’s. This is where I want to be.

MASON

When I got home from work and the ring was missing but the tickets were still there. The note was gone. What does it all mean? I sat on the edge of the bed and tried to figure it out. I heard a knock on my back door. I raced up the basement stairs. Kari was standing outside. I opened the door to let her in.

“You came back?”

“Yeah, we have unresolved issues.”

“You didn’t bring the police with you.”

“You would never survive in jail.” Kari slightly smiled.

“You’re wearing my ring.”

She looked down at her hand.
“I am.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means I needed some time away from you to think.”

“And what does that mean?”

“It means I want you. I want us. The answer is yes.” Her words were like music to my ears. I doubted her love for me when I shouldn’t have. Our connection is stronger than my self-doubt. Our love is the truth. She is going to be my wife.

“Did you pack a
bag?”

“No, I didn’t go home.”

“Where did you go?”

“To buy a wedding dress.”

I closed my eyes. She’s on board. She’s on my team. She’s loves me. “So we’re going to Vegas.”

She shrugged. “Yeah
, we’re going to Vegas.”

“Okay well you don’t really need anything. We can buy clothes when we get there.”

“Okay.”

I was smiling. I will
be smiling for a long time to come. “Our flight is at eight in the morning. Do you want to get some sleep or whatever you want to do.” I felt sort of nervous.

“I want to sleep. We have to get up early.”

“Okay.” I held out my hand and she took it. I kissed her fingers and led her back to the basement.

***

The next morning Kari and I made it to the airport on time. We didn’t have much to take with us. We didn’t talk much but we were in a place where words didn’t seem necessary. We boarded the plane and I felt a sense of relief. This is really happening. She sat by the window and I sat in the aisle seat. She put headphones on. I guess she does this all the time. I remember she listened to music the last time we went to Vegas together.

“What are you listening too.”
I asked.

“You don’t know this song.”

“How do you know?”

“I know.” She smiled, my future wife smiled.

“Let me hear.”

Kari removed the ear-bud from her left ear and handed it to me. I leaned my head close to hers. I put the one earbud in my ear. She leaned her face into my shoulder and we rode all the way to Vegas like this.

We rented a car when we got to Vegas. I thought we would need one.
We booked a room at MGM Grand. Weird, I’m saying we. I’m thinking we. Weird.

I wanted to get married tomorrow. Kari wanted to get married on Tuesday. I wanted to do it within the next twenty-four hours. I couldn’t wait for Kari to be my wife.
That’s all I wanted for so long. I won. We were getting married tomorrow.

Kari relaxed in the bathtub while I home-worked all the essential things needed to get married.

The plan was simple enough, book a time at a wedding chapel. We were going to go down to Clark Avenue and get a marriage license early in the morning. I would download the application today.  We would get married in the afternoon. It was simple enough. We were eloping and no one could stop us. This felt rebellious. I like this feeling.

Kari had a pink wedding dress she refused to let me see. I had a blue suit that I brought from home. It was very impromptu but it felt right for us.

There was absolutely no sex before the wedding. That was Kari’s idea. I’m not sure why? I think there should be sex every day and twice on holidays.

Monday couldn’t get here fast enough. But it was here. Kari looked beautiful in her pink dress. It was form-fitting and it showed off her tits, her ass and her back. It didn’t really look like a wedding dress and that’s what made it so sexy.

Things were a blur. We got hitched at one o’clock. It was eighty degrees in Vegas in November. I remembered Kari’s dress because I couldn’t wait to get her out of it. My cock was very impressed with the dress. The ceremony was traditional. We had rings, flowers, pictures and the employees were our witnesses. You may now kiss the bride was the highlight. I tongue fucked her right in the chapel.

We spent all day smiling at each other. We hung out at the pool. We went to dinner and back to the hotel. We spent all night drinking and fucking and drinking and more fucking. I sure hope what happens in Vegas follows us back to Naperton. 

Kari changed her last name to mine. Why is this so easy? Love isn’t hard at all. Loving Kari is the smartest thing I’ve ever done. She’s my wife and we have just started living the rest of our lives together. 

We were in a blissful place. Everything could be figured out later. We had each other so ever
y obstacle was nothing to worry about. We had a lot of things to discuss when we got back home but we decided to just enjoy our honeymoon status while we were here.

We returned to Naperton on Thursday. It would be back to work for me. Kari had a few days before she had to return to work. Kari was going to go to her house on Somerset while I was at work. I was going to meet her tonight at our new house. She might be bringing Trey with her. She told me she would let me know.

I hated that we had to part but I had taken off work and I needed to get back to oversee new contracts I had inquired recently. I have a beautiful ball and chain. I’m so lucky.

CHAPTER 9

KARI

I was home, my old home. Mason told me I should keep the property and rent it out. He said it was mine before the marriage so I should just keep it.

I sat in the car for a good ten minutes
before I stepped out and into the garage. I’m married to Mason. I’m Kari Rizza. My heart felt warm. I was happy. I was more than happy. I never thought this day would come and here it is I’ve been married for four days.

I decided to leave all my luggage in the car
along with my sweater. I just wanted to go inside and take a nap. My plan was to sleep and then go pick Trey up. I miss my son. We have to have a mother son talk. I don’t know how I’m going explain this craziness to him.

I walked in and everything was dark. I hit the light switch and nothing happened. That’s all I need
is to fall on my face. I closed the door and felt my way over to the dimmer switch on the other side of the room.

I hit the switch and felt something
peculiar looming in the air. I turned to scan the quiet room. My heart stopped.

Jack
was sitting on my couch. He had been here in the dark all alone. I exhaled, tried to catch my breath and regulate my heart rate. I didn’t know if I should be afraid. I don’t think that I am afraid.

Where the hell was his car? It wasn’t in the garage. After all this time I just assumed he left.

“Jack.” My eyes adjusted to his form and figure. He was sitting in jeans and a polo shirt. He had a cognac glass in his hands, scotch I think. He lifted the glass to his lips without looking up at me.

“Kari.” He finally said but still wouldn’t look at me.
I purposely closed my hands under my breast. I had to hide my wedding ring.

“Jack--”

“I know you’re wondering why is he here? Why is he sitting in the dark? What does he want? Has he been drinking?” Jack raised his glass to me.

“Are you okay?”

He shrugged. “Okay for a man that was left at the altar?”

“Jack.”

“Don’t you think that you owe me a face to face conversation?”

“Yes of course I do.
Could I just go to the bathroom first and then I will answer all your questions.” I placed my purse in the chair as soon as he raised the glass to his lips. I didn’t want him to see my ring. I probably should’ve taken my purse to the bathroom with me but I didn’t really think he would go in it. My cell was in my purse. I didn’t feel like I was in danger. Maybe I should feel a tinge of fear but I had put myself in this situation and I had to get myself out of it. My bed was messy. I had to make it before I could lie in it.

Jack’s eyes were on me as I wa
lked up the stairs. I quickly went in the bedroom. My heart was beating fast and wanted to calm down but my panic was embedded deep in my internal organs.

I hid the ring and Jack was up the stairs in seconds standing behind me. I whipped around to face him.

“Did you ever love me?” His sad eyes asked.

“Yes
of course.”

“I don’t believe you.”
His words made my heart drop.

“
I still do love you.”

“Well why?”