“Stop staring out the window. She’ll be here.”
Jon pushed impatient hands into the pockets of his slacks
and ignored Tony, who had just rejoined him in the guest room. Jon was wearing his groom’s attire of pink
dress shirt, black tie with skulls and most of his suit. The black jacket lay draped across the guest
bed, awaiting the witching hour. As that hour ticked closer, he glowered at the
front gate and driveway, willing a car to appear. So far, he’d seen all of Petey’s family
arrive, his parents with the boys, and Matt and Tico with their families
“I’m not looking for her.
I’m looking for Richie. He should
have been here already.”
Which was true. He
just happened to be looking for both of them.
Her text messages had given him a crazy feeling in the pit of his
stomach. They were clipped, and she left
him hanging in both exchanges. Even with
the damn emoticon that he’d broken down and used. Now he had it stuck in his head that she was
either pissed over the whole Richie/Denny/Candace thing, or in the middle of an
anxiety attack.
When the hell had he become so damn ‘sensitive’? He took things at face value, analyzed,
assessed, fixed, and moved on. He didn’t
create drama where there was none. It
found him often enough of its own accord.
Yet, here he was, imagining that she was less than the excited
bride. Idiot.
“He isn’t worried about this at all, huh?” Tony had taken up a post next to him, another
sentry at the window, surveying the activity – or lack thereof – at the front
gate.
“That’s what he said.
He sounded a little tweaked over it, I thought, but he’s determined to
do that thing he does.”
Crossing arms over the front of his blue dress-shirt and
tie, Tony asked curiously, “What thing?”
“The thing where he pretends things aren’t going to hell
around him. He smiles and rolls right
on, in complete fucking denial.”
His brother’s dark head dipped toward the window. “There he is.”
Jon shifted his weight toward the balls of his feet with
anticipation. Good. They
could get all this squared away before Petey ever got here. Then he got a better look at the vehicle
gliding down the driveway. It was a
sporty little black Porsche. He leaned
back onto his heels. “Nah, that’s Lemma, unless Rich borrowed one of his cars.”
“Then maybe that’s
him.”
There was a black Town Car rolling in right behind the
Porsche.
“Or Petey. Coming
with me?”
Didn’t matter who it was, he was going down to greet
them. He couldn’t stand here for another
hour. The boys had just gone tearing
down the hallway. If nothing else, he’d
spend some time with them.
“Yeah, sure.”
The two eldest Bongiovi sons descended the staircase to
the trill of Stephanie’s pleasant, “Hi, Uncle Mookie!”
“Hey, baby girl.
You’re more and more beautiful every day.” He bent to kiss Steph’s cheek, arm stretched
out behind him. Whomever he was holding
onto was still hidden by the open door.
“D,” Richie greeted Dorothea, who was standing close behind
Stephanie. His mouth and Dottie’s both tightened, and he
pulled his right hand forward, bringing the Amazonian Candace into the foyer
and allowing the door to close. “This is
my date, the lovely Candace. She works
for TBJ.”
The lovely Candace looked like she just stepped off of a
runway as Richie peeled away her girly-girl coat to reveal a short, tight turtleneck
dress. He had to look twice to see if
the deep-red garment had been sprayed on, but she tugged at the long sleeves,
so it must actually be a dress. The over-the-knee boots with
platform-fuck-me-heels elevated her a good two inches taller than Richie.
Lord, God, Jesus,
he thought as Stephanie took their coats and wisely disappeared down the
hallway, where the rest of the guests were visiting with one another.
Jon couldn’t believe Petey worked with this chick. She
didn’t look like she could plug in a hair dryer without assistance, much less
do all the video geeking that came as second nature to Tony and Petey.
“Candace, it’s nice to meet you. I hope Tony isn’t a tyrant to work for.” Classy Dottie, the consummate hostess. She could always make anyone – including blonde
cockroaches – comfortable in a social setting.
It had been a God-send to him during hundreds of public appearances.
“Hey, don’t be talking bad about me,” Tony chided, the
sole of his shoe tapping the foyer tile as he walked off the final step,
leaving Jon behind. “I’m right here.” He snaked an arm Dorothea’s waist and smiled
at the new arrivals. “Hi, Candace. Rich.”
Pale, perfectly groomed eyebrows contorted with
perplexity, and Candace stared blatantly at their intimate stance. Swishing her long, blonde hair behind her
shoulders, unabashedly greeted Dorothea
with, “Hi. So you’re Jon Bon Jovi’s
ex-wife?”
Dottie’s mouth went even tighter, clearly unimpressed
with the blatant lack of tact. “I answer
more readily to Dorothea, but yes.”
Jon was jostled to the side, and a faint breeze of
vanilla wafted by with a feminine strut down the stairs.
“It would probably be more kind to refer to her as Tony’s
fiancée than Jon’s ex.”
Fuck! When did Denny come upstairs? And how much of this has she heard?
But, as the saying went, a picture was worth a thousand
words, and the picture of Richie’s fingers curled into Candace’s…. He was betting it was good for at least two
thousand to a smart girl like Denny.
“Hey, Den. What
are you doing here?” Richie’s smile was
easy to the casual observer, but Jon could see the strain in his eyes. He was certain Denny could see the
same.
“Richie.” Her
golden blonde – compared to Amazon’s platinum – head bobbed in a casual
greeting. “I brought your suit. Tony took it upstairs and put it in one of
the guest rooms for you. Tony…?”
“Yeah, it’s in the big blue bedroom.”
“You didn’t have to come all the way to Jersey for
that. I could have gotten it
myself.” Now his friend was feeling like
a little bit of a shit.
Denny’s smile was plastic, not quite reaching her
eyes. “That’s no problem. You paid for the plane ticket. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to go and
speak to Tico and Alejandra. Seems like
forever since I’ve seen them.”
Jon immediately set off after her. Richie had known what he was walking
into. He allowed this to happen. Denny didn’t, and he wanted to make sure she
was okay.
They’d taken a dozen steps down the hall before he was
able to grasp her elbow. “Denny…”
She pivoted around to give him the same plastic smile,
eyes darting past his shoulder to the two couples in the foyer. The smile never faltered, but her softly
uttered words were anything but happy. “If
you’re going to say something to me about Richie, please don’t.”
Frowning, he dropped his hand. “I only wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“I’m fine.” The
smile slipped a bit, but she didn’t allow it to fade away. “Thank you.”
“Kidd, your woman is being harassed in the driveway by
your keyboardist!”
“Thank God,” he mumbled before issuing his earnest plea
to Denny. “You know Rich. You know how he is. Talk to him for God’s sake.”
“Jon…” This time
it was her touching his elbow. “Richie
and I are the same as we’ve always been and always will be. It’s your wedding day. Go and be happy.”
Was he making a bigger deal out of this than it needed to
be? Petey had mentioned that maybe it
wasn’t a problem. Fine. He would let it go. Denny was right. This was his wedding day.
“Okay, but if you need-“
“I won’t,” she assured him.
What else was there for him to say? Denny went on her way to the other part of
the house, so Jon turned reluctantly away.
He ran smack into Dottie, palms out like stop signs that hit firmly
against his chest.
“Where you do you think you’re going, mister?”
“You heard Rich.
I’m going to rescue her from David.”
He glanced pointedly at her restraining hands, fully expecting her to
step out of the way.
“No you’re not.
You’re going into the other room and tell Teresa that Petey’s here. Then you’re going up the back staircase to
help Richie get ready. While doing that,
I sincerely hope that you overcompensate on tying his Windsor knot and give him
an uppercut to the jaw. Bonehead deserves to be knocked
unconscious.”
Ex-wife bossing him around on his wedding day. There was something intrinsically screwed up
about that. He didn’t have to stand for
her dictatorial ways. Forget that he’d
poached her house for the event. “And
why in the hell do you think I’m going to do that?”
“Because,” she sighed, hands falling away. “You’re not supposed to see the bride before
the wedding, dipshit.”
“Oh.” He wasn’t
well-versed in this wedding ritual stuff.
That’s why he and Dottie had flown to Vegas in the middle of the
night. It was pretty weird that Dottie was the one
schooling him in it now, though. She was
one-of-a-kind. He hoped she would be
happy with Tony.
“Tony,” she called over her shoulder. “Come here and go with Jon. Bring Richie with you and make sure you help him with his tie.”
The front door opened and Dottie spun him around before
he could catch a glimpse of Petey.
“Go. Tony and Richie will be
right behind you.”
“I can’t just leave Candace,” Richie objected behind
him.
“You’re probably right,” was Dottie’s muttered
agreement. “Gavin will eat her alive.”
Great chapter. Let's see if Jon can tie the knot and keep Richies head still attached to his head. Let the fireworks begib
ReplyDeleteMaybe Gavin should eat Candace alive, but after the ceremony...call me a romantic, but have been waiting patiently for this ceremony. Did they write their own vows or are they going with the traditional route? Jon being the writer that he is with songs, I'm sure would have come up with fantastic vows...sigh...really, really wish the ceremony chapter were up today. I know we haven't asked in a while, but any chance on a double post Blush? :) :) :)-Sue
ReplyDeleteP.S. Another excellent chapter as usual!
Ceremony won't be until chapter 159....
DeleteThen bring on Chapters 157 and 158! I agree-a double post would be such a thoughtful gesture on your part.
Delete"“You’re probably right,” was Dottie’s muttered agreement. “Gavin will eat her alive.”"
ReplyDeleteGood. That'll solve one problem. Although the damage has already been done, you idiot, Richie.
"Was he making a bigger deal out of this than it needed to be? Petey had mentioned that maybe it wasn’t a problem."
Jon, you were a husband long enough to know how to read a woman, at least on some level. You *know* that you're not making a bigger deal out of this than it is.
"“You didn’t have to come all the way to Jersey for that. I could have gotten it myself.” Now his friend was feeling like a little bit of a shit."
You idiot, (normally I don't like that word, but it just seems to apply to *this* Richie very well) if your brain wasn't all wrapped up in the blonde bimbo (You must be JBJ's ex-wife? Really, woman?) you'd realize that she didn't *just* make a 3000 mile trip to bring you a stupid suit, which would make you feel a hell of a lot more than "a little bit" of shit.
Finally, Blush, I have to say I *love* Dorothea. She is handling all this so well and with so much class.
Ha! Come on Jon, you know when a woman says 'fine' that everything is most definitely not fine. Go bash some sense into Richie, and make him realise even the best of assistants wouldn't travel so far with so little notice just to deliver his suit. Dickhead needs to realise she is there for HIM, as apposed to that dumb blonde... "Jon Bon Jovi's Ex" duh!
ReplyDeleteEarth to Richie!! Still not getting it huh? Well maybe the boys will help with that when his tie cuts off his air way....
ReplyDeleteNow if Gavin get's her then things will be easier for Denny and Richie. I feel so bad for her...
Though I think Candace knows what she's doing. She said that line on purpose. Backfired on her of course. Wench!! Richie is not up for grabs. His heart belongs to Denny. He's just giving her back what he thought she gave him being on a date when he called....
Love you and hate you Carol. No dress details yet at all!!
Hope David drops a few great lines. His humor is needed. Oh maybe he can hook up with the bimbett.... LOL
Looking forward to the next chapter girl Very well done....
Hey...we know the dress is cotton candy pink from the last chapter:
Delete"The rest of her face was smooth as porcelain, and her lips were the same subtle cotton-candy pink as her wedding gown."
Blush, maybe if there's no more details in the next chapter, we can get a photo of the dress as a teaser thrown in somewhere...please? If I remember correctly you had told us we'd get to see a photo of the dress around time of the wedding. :) -Sue
In Chapter 158, the details of the dress begin to be revealed. You'll hear about it through the chapter. I haven't decided whether the picture goes with that chapter or the actual ceremony. Petey's getting dressed right now over in my Microsoft Word window. :)
DeleteTake it easy and relax!! We will see the wedding dress, have some patience. Good things come to those who wait.
DeleteLove Dorothea and Jon. Their relationship is pretty special and only she can get away with calling him dipshit. So happy to see that they get along and are good friends. Love them both together! Candace, that is your boss future wife! Are you Jon Bon Jovi's ex-wife?! Luckily Denny was there to smooth it over.
ReplyDeleteRichie wake up and smell the coffee, your assistant doesn't come this way just to bring your suit!
Tony.........awwwwww
“Tony,” she called over her shoulder. “Come here and go with Jon. Bring Richie with you and make sure you help him with his tie.”--
ReplyDeleteThat's right. Tony help him with his tie and make sure you tighten it just that little bit tighter!
Oh no she didn't!!
ReplyDeleteSwishing her long, blonde hair behind her shoulders, unabashedly greeted Dorothea with, “Hi. So you’re Jon Bon Jovi’s ex-wife?”
WTF?! and with her boss standing right there next to Dorothea with his arm around he waist? Good save Dorothea and way to go Denny for coming down those stairs.
Everytime I want to scream at Richie, she calls Dorothea by her nickname "D" and I don't know but that always makes me smile.
Love Dorothea, she shines in this story! Best Woman.
ReplyDeleteIs it wrong to be hoping Gavin eats her alive? Love Dorthea's class. Can't wait to see what happens
ReplyDeleteI might be persuaded to post a chapter today if there's any interest. Let me know......
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