We are all entitled to our own opinions, arent we? Rick asks calmly. He doesnt look so confident anymore but hes not backing down.
We are. I agree, I say, sitting forward and looking into Ricks eyes. I wonder why God makes assholes so attractive. Maybe its the only way they stand a chance in life. I want to ask him to give my panties back but I dont. Hell probably embarrass me and put them on the table for all to see. I happen to believe in the beauty and magic of love and the blessedness of every wedding day that I help create for every client. I dont think of what might happen in the future but youre positively wishing divorce on couples before theyre even married and my opinion about that, is its abhorrent. I prefer to work with like-minded people, something that we, evidently are not.
Rick sighs. Im sorry to hear that. My doors always open to collaborating if you decide differently. Its been a pleasure meeting you. He smiles and winks as he gets up and leaves the table. I watch him go. His ass is perfect and his form is perfect. Its a pity hes such an asshole.
Ashley returns with a huge smile on her face. Wow! Hes such a hunk! Did he ask you out?
No. He asked me to collaborate with him. The disappointment in my voice is clear.
Collaborate? In what way?
I push his card over to Ashley. She picks it up and reads it. Oh, she says then asks, Seriously?
I nod as I try to continue eating my dinner. Ive lost my appetite. I try not to look his way but find that as luck would have it, every time I look up, my eyes seem to find his.
I push my plate away and get up. Im going to check on the team, I say. I want to be anywhere except where Im going to meet his eyes again.
RICK
I sit down at my table again. My chat with Viola didnt go the way I had hoped. I know Ive blown what we started outside in the garden. I am disappointed. She has had an effect on me like no other woman and I still cant stop looking at her.
Shes one of the best at what she does. Im one of the best at what I do too.
I know if we collaborated it would be great. With her reputation in her industry, Viola attracts top-tier clients because of her reputation. My kind of clients. The wealthier they are, the bigger the divorce settlements are. Makes sense doesnt it?
That aside, they can also pay for the best legal advice before they get married if we collaborate. This is what Viola failed to recognize. My commissions are good and she stands to make good money simply from a referral. Why should she even care what happens later down the road? If anything, shes likely to get at least one repeat client if the couple divorces and they remarry later. Theyll probably call her for their next wedding. Hell, theres even their children a generation from now wholl be getting married. She can easily get the childrens weddings too depending on how close she stays to her clients after they get married. Ill cut her in on all the business I get from a client she refers to me and Ill even refer business her way too.
I keep looking at her. I cant help it. Im wondering whats got her so upset about what I said. Maybe it was just the wrong time and I should have arranged to speak with her after the wedding or on a day when she wasnt running a wedding reception.
There is another reason why I cant stop looking at her. She is unbelievably beautiful. I dont believe in love but she is my type. By my type, I mean confident, sassy, proud, sexy, independent. The kind that doesnt have time for relationships but takes what she needs from men when she needs it. Just as I take from women what I need when I need it. I dont have time for relationships. I also dont believe in them.
She catches me looking at her again and she shifts uncomfortably in her chair then sits forward, putting up her hand to cut me from her view. She says something to Ashley and then pushes her plate away. She hasnt finished her food. Then she gets up and leaves the room.
My gaze follows her as she heads for the door. The sway of her hips is accentuated perfectly by the figure-hugging outfit she is wearing. The high heels she is wearing add height to her form and her long, silken black hair bounces softly with every step she takes.
I touch her panties in my pocket and remember how good she smells. Im instantly hard again as I think of our encounter earlier tonight in the garden.
She doesnt know shes a goddess. Perfect. Ive seen her type many times before. I hunt for her type. I have the most fun with them. First, I show them how beautiful they are and make them realize the effect they have on men. I like to make them self-aware. When a woman like Viola becomes self-aware of her beauty and sexuality, it increases her beauty and sexuality. Stripping away her innocence and teaching her the ways of the world, my world actually, is what I enjoy most.
My interest in Viola is more than just business. Hell, if she gives me no business and just lets me tame her, I guess I can live with it. It would be a pity though.
I realize everyone else is standing and so I stand as a waiter passes with a tray of champagne glasses. I lighten his tray by taking a glass and look at the main table where the toasts are beginning. The happy couple is whispering and smiling as the MC talks and jokes. They seem happy and I wish them all the best. I really do. Not everyone divorces. I just want to plant the seed that Im here if ever either of them should need me. Its not asking much.
The toasts continue for a while and I glance over to where Viola was sitting but she hasnt returned. Ashley is there and shes not looking at me. The toasts finish and the band begins to play. People cross to the happy couple at the table and offer their congratulations. I join in and congratulate the happy couple. A short while later the couple steps out onto the dance floor for their first dance. I watch them move around the dance floor gracefully. They dont say much as they dance. The groom is almost a head taller than the bride and while she presses her head against his chest he is looking around as if he is looking for someone.
They are joined on the dance floor by some of the guests and soon the floor is crowded with happy couples. When the wedding couple finishes their dance, they return to the table and the groom excuses himself. I assume hes going to relieve himself. The bride watches him go before she is distracted by a guest.
With the festivities almost in full swing, I decide its almost time for me to leave. Weddings are not my favorite events, even less so when I am without a partner.
I decide to go and look for Viola and try to speak to her again before I leave. I grab myself another drink from a passing waiter and begin to make my way through the guests to the main garden.
I find Viola halfway between the reception area the main building. Her back is turned to me and she is speaking into her walkie-talkie. She finishes and turns around. She jumps back in surprise.
Oh my God! she exclaims. You gave me such a fright!
Im sorry. I didnt mean to, I reply. I give her a moment to recover and then continue. Look, Im sorry for earlier. I think everything just came out wrong. Normally I can express myself quite clearly and I just dont know what happened earlier
Viola is studying me coldly, I think you expressed yourself quite clearly back there Rick. You see the institution of marriage as an opportunity for future business, preying on the sorrow and anguish of others to make a living when that time comes, if ever. I have never met a lawyer like you. Ive heard of, even seen ambulance chasers in action but this, you must have a hundred percent market share of your chosen niche
Viola breaks off as someone passes by. Its the bride. She seems to be in a hurry to get somewhere.
Trish, is everything okay? Viola asks.
Trish barely stops and turns. Yes. I just need the bathroom. Ive waited too long already.
Okay. Dont let me keep you, Viola smiles.
Trish turns and continues her walk up to the main building.
Something in Trishs manner tells me something is wrong. Its not my wedding though and I am leaving anyway. Nevertheless, I decide to say something to Viola.
I think somethings wrong with the bride
So now youre a doctor too? Viola asks angrily in a low tone afraid that Trish might still be in earshot.
No I just want to help
I dont need your help, marriage killer. This is my wedding and I think everythings going just fine
A womans shouts suddenly become audible from the main building. I cant say for sure who it is but I have a pretty good idea.
Viola turns and runs for the main building. It takes me a moment before I follow her.
Trish! Viola calls as she runs to the building.
As we near the building the words of the womans shouts become clear.
You son of a two timing bitch! And you! You goddamn damn whore!
Viola has entered the building with me in tow. She pushes her way through the crowd that has gathered already around the open bathroom door.
I follow Violas wake through the crowd and arrive at the front of the people just behind Viola. Trish is standing in front of the open bathroom door screaming at the groom whose pants are pooled around his ankles. He is still buried cock deep in the woman with him in the bathroom. I recognize the girl. Cherise. She is the bridesmaid. She looks away and exclaims to the groom, Close the goddamn door, you idiot!
He reaches to close it but cant without slipping out of the bridesmaid and revealing himself to everyone watching.
Trish steps forward. She brandishes the cake knife threateningly, You dare close this fucking door and Ill cut your cock off you cheating son of a bitch!
The groom, Eric, goes a deeper shade of red and tries to placate Trish, Babe, Im sorry. I am, I didnt mean to
Shut up! Trish screams. Shut up! Dont try to sell me your lies!
Viola takes Trishs arm but she shrugs it off. Camera flashes are going off intermittently and the situation is becoming increasingly embarrassing for everyone. I step forward around Trish and I close the door. When I turn, Trish screams at me.
Who the hell are you! Why are you defending him?
Im not defending him, I reply calmly but firmly as I step up to Trish. She does not resist as she lets me gently relieve her of the cake knife. I lower my voice, It is embarrassing you and everyone.
She looks up at me and bursts into tears as she collapses against me. I put my arms around her and support her as she is wracked by huge sobs. She tries to talk as she sobs and I cannot understand a word she is saying. Over her head, I meet Violas eyes which are looking at me with a mixture of fading anger and newfound respect. I hold Trish close as she continues to sob. Finally, a couple presses through the crowd and approaches us.
I recognize them as Trishs parents.
Thanks, her father says. He gently takes her arm. Honey, daddys here. Its okay, he says softly. Her father gently pries her loose from me and she turns to her father, hugs him, and continues sobbing.
Im sorry for whats happened, sir. Truly sorry, I say.
Her father nods, Thank you, he says again.
I remove a business card and hand it to Trishs mother since her fathers hands are full holding Trish. Her mother takes the card, looks at it, and then at me. I dont need to say anything. The message is clear.
Thank you, Rick, Trishs mother says. I simply nod and then turn to leave.
When I turn, Viola is there. She is looking at me again with narrowed eyes. I can tell shes angry.
I sidestep her and push my way through the crowd that has already started thinning.
I can feel Violas eyes on my back as I leave. I almost expect her to chase me down but I think she knows that wouldnt be a good idea on so many fronts. In a way I want her to chase me down. I want to see her, talk to her, even argue with her as long as I get to speak to her again. She has no idea of the effect she has had on me.
I reach the lobby and give the valet my ticket. My car arrives soon enough and I leave.