muttered.
Suddenly, she tugged at her husband’s sleeve. “Look, there’s Michael Vick. Can we say hi when we’re done?”
J.T. wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close to him. He kissed her on the ear, then whispered, “So that’s who you like? Just remember that he’s my competition. He’s up for an ESPY too.”
“ Okay, but I still want my autograph.”
“ I’ll make sure you get one.”
Simone gasped and her eyes went wide.
“ What’s wrong?” Simone was silent and gazed off into the distance, J.T. followed her gaze. He grinned, it was Serena and Venus Williams. “They do have that effect on people.”
“ They are so gorgeous. And they look so powerful yet graceful. I want their autographs.”
J.T. propelled his wife towards the theatre and their seats. “I’ll make sure you get all the autographs you want. There’s a lot of parties afterwards.”
Moments later Marcella joined them. At forty-five she looked ten years younger than she actually was and Simone knew why. J.T. had confided in her that a couple of years ago Marcella had some work done on her face, had the girls lifted, a tummy tuck and a butt lift. But she told everyone that her body was the result of a strict diet and Pilates. She barely acknowledged Simone before she settled down in the seat next to J.T.
“ Hey, there’s Coach Brown. Let me get him, so that I can introduce you to him. I’ll be right back.” Soon after J.T. raced off, Marcella took his abandoned seat and Simone groaned. Fortunately the din from all the activity drowned it out.
Marcella leaned closer, positioning her mouth next to Simone’s ear. “You surprised me today,” she said bluntly.
Simone looked startled. “Why? I did everything that you told me to do and exactly the way you wanted me to.”
“ You did. I thought you were going to fuck it all up,” she said meanly.
“ Bitch!”
Marcella winked at her before returning to her seat.
Simone was still on celebrity watch when a photographer stepped in front of her and began snapping her picture. She tried to look around him. “Do you mind? I can’t see anything!”
“ Nothing is happening,” he snapped and continued taking pictures.
“ Why are you taking pictures of me? My husband will be back in a minute, he’ll be glad to let you take pictures of him.”
“ I don’t want pictures of him, if I did. I’d take them. I want pictures of you,” he said unreasonably and continued to take her picture. Marcella watched them with amusement and didn’t budge to intervene.
Simone covered her face with her hands, then she fanned her fingers. “Well you’re not taking any more,” she said, between her fingers.
Simone still had her hands over her face when J.T. returned with his coach in tow. He almost stumbled, then froze when he saw the photographer.
“ Christian?” he asked. “What are you doing here?”
“ Working,” he said as though it was natural for him to fly across the country and show up unannounced at an awards ceremony where his lover might get an award.
Simone removed her hands from her face and looked at her husband. “You know him? He was so rude. He keeps taking pictures of me and won’t stop.”
“ He’ll stop now,” he said firmly, he glared at Christian. He smirked before walking off.
An indescribable expression was on J.T.’s face when he watched Christian walk away.
“ I want to introduce you to Coach Brown,” J.T. said.
“ It’s so nice to meet you. J.T. surprised us all when we heard about his wedding. We didn’t even get a chance to give him a bachelor party.” He nodded to Marcella who flicked her gaze over him. J.T. told her that they had a brief fling a few years ago and it didn’t end nice.
Simone smiled. “It was a whirlwind romance,” she parroted.
“ Good to hear,” Coach Brown said absent-mindedly, mentally he had left the conversation and was moving on to the next person he wanted to talk to. “Hey, there’s
Suddenly, she tugged at her husband’s sleeve. “Look, there’s Michael Vick. Can we say hi when we’re done?”
J.T. wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close to him. He kissed her on the ear, then whispered, “So that’s who you like? Just remember that he’s my competition. He’s up for an ESPY too.”
“ Okay, but I still want my autograph.”
“ I’ll make sure you get one.”
Simone gasped and her eyes went wide.
“ What’s wrong?” Simone was silent and gazed off into the distance, J.T. followed her gaze. He grinned, it was Serena and Venus Williams. “They do have that effect on people.”
“ They are so gorgeous. And they look so powerful yet graceful. I want their autographs.”
J.T. propelled his wife towards the theatre and their seats. “I’ll make sure you get all the autographs you want. There’s a lot of parties afterwards.”
Moments later Marcella joined them. At forty-five she looked ten years younger than she actually was and Simone knew why. J.T. had confided in her that a couple of years ago Marcella had some work done on her face, had the girls lifted, a tummy tuck and a butt lift. But she told everyone that her body was the result of a strict diet and Pilates. She barely acknowledged Simone before she settled down in the seat next to J.T.
“ Hey, there’s Coach Brown. Let me get him, so that I can introduce you to him. I’ll be right back.” Soon after J.T. raced off, Marcella took his abandoned seat and Simone groaned. Fortunately the din from all the activity drowned it out.
Marcella leaned closer, positioning her mouth next to Simone’s ear. “You surprised me today,” she said bluntly.
Simone looked startled. “Why? I did everything that you told me to do and exactly the way you wanted me to.”
“ You did. I thought you were going to fuck it all up,” she said meanly.
“ Bitch!”
Marcella winked at her before returning to her seat.
Simone was still on celebrity watch when a photographer stepped in front of her and began snapping her picture. She tried to look around him. “Do you mind? I can’t see anything!”
“ Nothing is happening,” he snapped and continued taking pictures.
“ Why are you taking pictures of me? My husband will be back in a minute, he’ll be glad to let you take pictures of him.”
“ I don’t want pictures of him, if I did. I’d take them. I want pictures of you,” he said unreasonably and continued to take her picture. Marcella watched them with amusement and didn’t budge to intervene.
Simone covered her face with her hands, then she fanned her fingers. “Well you’re not taking any more,” she said, between her fingers.
Simone still had her hands over her face when J.T. returned with his coach in tow. He almost stumbled, then froze when he saw the photographer.
“ Christian?” he asked. “What are you doing here?”
“ Working,” he said as though it was natural for him to fly across the country and show up unannounced at an awards ceremony where his lover might get an award.
Simone removed her hands from her face and looked at her husband. “You know him? He was so rude. He keeps taking pictures of me and won’t stop.”
“ He’ll stop now,” he said firmly, he glared at Christian. He smirked before walking off.
An indescribable expression was on J.T.’s face when he watched Christian walk away.
“ I want to introduce you to Coach Brown,” J.T. said.
“ It’s so nice to meet you. J.T. surprised us all when we heard about his wedding. We didn’t even get a chance to give him a bachelor party.” He nodded to Marcella who flicked her gaze over him. J.T. told her that they had a brief fling a few years ago and it didn’t end nice.
Simone smiled. “It was a whirlwind romance,” she parroted.
“ Good to hear,” Coach Brown said absent-mindedly, mentally he had left the conversation and was moving on to the next person he wanted to talk to. “Hey, there’s
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