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“I am about to become your family.”
“I know.”
“When he touched you, when he kissed you, I wanted to tear his head from his body.” His voice had become hoarse. “I have never been jealous in my life, and this is a new experience for me, and I don’t like it.”
“There is nothing for you to be jealous of!” She cried. “You are the man I am in love with, and Justin is my peep – he is my family. We were there for each other through the most tough times of our lives.”
“Something he was quick to remind me of.” His face was tense, his lips tight. “I have no history with you. Therefore, no substance. I never went through hell the kind he went through with you.”
She stared at him in exasperation. “Are you serious? We just met each other, things happened fast where we are concerned. We will have the rest of our lives to experience traumas together. There will be times when we suffer heartaches and fight and make up. Be patient, trust me, we will get there.”
“I am jealous of the times you spent with him, and I know it sounds ridiculous, but I want to be the most important man in your life. I hate sharing you with anyone.”
Her expression softened as she melted in his arms. “Let me show you how important you are in my life.”
Chapter 15
Their wedding took the business world and society by surprise, mostly because it was so sudden, and the bride wasn’t the groom’s usual type. There were speculations of course. Wasn’t he seen with Diana, the actress, just a week or so ago? What happened there? And why the rush?
It wasn’t even done in a church, but at the courthouse. They managed to dig up the bride’s past of course and by the time the wedding came around, had romanticized every aspect of it. She had been brought up in a group home, along with best friend Justin Moncrieffe who was a famous international model.
It had at one time being speculated that the two were romantically involved, until there were rumors that he was gay. The model had never confirmed or denied it and when questioned about his sexual preferences, he had refused to comment.
Cathy Delgado was a fascinating mystery. She was on billboards showcasing her designs along with said model and was there something about her meeting the groom online? When asked to comment on that, the couple remained mute.
The dating app in question refused to dish about their famous clients of course, no doubt in fear of being sued. After all, Earl Drummond was a very powerful man.
Three days before the nuptials, the couple made their first public appearance at a society gala where interestingly enough, the actress, Diana, was also present.
But to the avid curiosity of the crowd, she appeared to be serene about the makeup, which they concluded that the woman was a very talented actress. Because rumor had it that she had been hoping for a reconciliation with her very wealthy ex.
It was also noted that the couple seemed to be absorbed with each other. They held hands and were never far from each other. The sister, Evelyn, appeared to be chummy with the intended bride as they were seen whispering to each other during the event.
Anticipation leading up to the wedding was rife and Cathy could not go anywhere without being accosted by the press.
It was annoying.
“Get used to it.” Was Justin’s sage advice. “The public love a good love story and you and Drummond have provided them with a doozy. Former nobody raised in a group home captures the heart of one of the most eligible bachelors of the year or is it the century.”
“You are not helping.”
He grinned. “I am just preparing you for what you are in for. You were already noteworthy even though you always stay out of the public’s eye. Now, you are going to be even more so.
Not only are you well-known for your provocative and outlandish designs, but you have also now become the fiancée of an immensely powerful man and has now joined the elite clique of women making strides worldwide. Your popularity is going to explode.”
And his prediction was accurate.
She received phone calls from designers who wanted her to wear something of theirs.
“As if I am not a damn designer,” she complained to Monique.
“No one expects you to be designing your own dress,” her friend pointed out.
Now standing in front of her mirror, clad in a stunning combination of champagne and baby blue lace and wool, Cathy studied her reflection critically.
In the week before her wedding, she had worked feverishly on the design of her dress, wanting it to be something special. She was not going the traditional route, but she wanted to look spectacular. Needed it actually.
She was not a size two white woman with blonde hair and blue eyes and people had subtly made the comment that she was not Earl’s usual type.