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Cold Feet

Viola I'm in love with love and I love couples who are in love. They are my bread and butter after all but that's not why I love them. I love it so much that I became a wedding planner. Watching couples young and old committing their lives to each other is something that's just so special. I never get tired of seeing couples stare lovingly into each other's eyes as they plan, prepare and execute their wedding ceremony pledging their undying love to one another for the rest of their lives. I haven't got there yet myself but watching other couples keeps my dream of finding Mr. Right alive. But life doesn't always see things the way we do. It sure didn't see it my way when he crossed my path. Rick I don't believe in love. If it really exists why are there so many broken relationships and people in the world? Not that I care… about the broken relationships I mean. After all, they are my bread and butter. People lay the foundation for the demise of their marriage before they're married with prenups designed to protect their assets. Marriage gives couples the right to punish each other when they don't want to be together anymore for whatever reason. So, when anyone tells you that it starts with a wedding, they're wrong. It starts with a lawyer. And if it ends… well, it ends with a lawyer too. Funny that. Often the people that I work for before their wedding, come knocking on my door a few years down the line. Repeat business. So, love is great and it is for me but just not for me if you get what I mean. When I met the wedding planner she was incensed at the thought that we might collaborate. Other planners have no issue with it. Why she should have, I have no idea. Normally I would just walk away but the universe seems to have other plans…

Gratitude · Urban
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40 Chs

Chapter 26

RICK

I can’t believe it. I never thought I’d see Viola again. She looks as stunning as ever. She’s wearing a white cotton mini dress. It’s not too short nor too tight but the material clings to her every curve as she moves. The lights catch her dress making it almost transparent. Her hair is still long and she’s got it tied back in a ponytail revealing the soft skin of her face. Her white mini dress contrasts against her light brown skin.

I watch her as she heads over to her friends. Her dress shifts over her firm ass as she moves. I wonder how I ever let her go not that she was ever mine in the first place.

She chats with her friends and motions to me. They nod and wave. Then she returns to me.

“Let’s go,” she says grabbing my shirt and pulling me along behind her. I manage to keep my balance and fall into step beside her. We leave the club and the cool, fresh evening air hits us. She flags a cab and it stops.

She opens the back door and gets in.