Chase had woken up early and left a sleeping Yvonne in his bed. He quietly padded downstairs and solemnly flipped through the newspaper in a morning ritual he'd recently adopted.
Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw a pair of smooth, sexy legs descending the stairs and grinned.
"I woke up and I was all alone in your big, old bed, sugar!" Yvonne drawled. "You should've woken me up!"
Ace walked over to Yvonne and pulled her into his embrace. "Did you sleep well?" he asked, gazing deeply into her eyes. As he gazed in her eyes, it hit him. He loved her! Everything about her! Her practical, somewhat snobbish personality, her sexy drawl, and those legs! Everything!
Yvonne gasped and raised her hands to her mouth, "Chase! Get up! What are you doing?" she demanded, slapping at his shoulder, trying to pull him up. "We can't marry!"
"Why not?" Chase demanded. "I've known you for years! You're tough, blunt, and pushy. But, underneath it all, you have a heart of gold!"
"Sugar, I'm years older than you!" she protested.
"So?" Chase shrugged, dismissing the differences in their age. "There's no law that says we have to be the same age!"
"But..." Yvonne mentally tried to regroup. Not in her wildest imaginings had she pictured things getting this serious between her and Chase. But everything about him had taken her off-guard! "I..."
Yvonne laughed a little giddily. "Yes!" she cried out. "Alright, yes!"
Chase spun her around in a small circle and showered her face with kisses.
Chase smiled. He thought she'd like the ring. "So, I guess we should announce the wedding," he said, unsure of the next step.
Yvonne patted his cheek. "Don't worry, sugar. I'll take care of everything!"
"Yvonne!" Chase called up the stairs. "Are you ready?" he yelled nervously.
"Almost done!" Yvonne called down. Perfection cannot be rushed, she thought with a grin to herself.
The wait had been worth it, Chase thought when Yvonne finally made it downstairs. His heart thudded in his chest. "You look beautiful, Yvonne," he said, reaching out to stroke her hair.
"Wait! No! It took me hours to get this hair-do right, sugar!" she said hastily.
Chase pulled his hand back and grinned. "Of course not. Well then, are you ready to go?" he asked, leaning forward to kiss her stopped short when she held her hand up.
"Don't smudge the make-up, sugar!" she said purred as she fixed the lapels of his jacket. "There will time for that after the ceremony!"
Chase sighed as they got in Yvonne's car. It was going to be a long day if he could touch or kiss his beloved soon-to-be-bride!
Yvonne sipped at her drink and playfully slapped his shoulder. "Sugar, you don't know what you're missing. Best drinks in town! She winked playfully at the bartender who chuckled as he cleaned the glasses.
Chase cleared his throat. "Well, are you ready? I thought we might go upstairs to prepare."
"Go on up, I'll be right there," Yvonne said as she sipped from her drink again, savoring the bubbly concoction.
Lowering his voice, he asked, "Are you sure about this, Chase? Yvonne can be... forceful. Truthfully, she scares me sometimes!" Although Ace was joking lightly, the concern was still there. He wanted to make sure his boy was going to be happy.
Chase smiled. "I know. But, I'm discovering that I'm not the pushover that I thought I was."
Ace smiled widely then. "Well, alright! Sounds like my boy's getting married! What an awesome day!"
Felix grinned at Yvonne. "Wow, you really went for it, didn't you?" he said with admiration. "You must be some sort of sweet-talker to land contracts with Ace and Devon, then turn around and marry into the family!"
Felix chuckled. "Not sure you pulled off a wedding with just words!" He patted Yvonne on the shoulder. "But, hey! You do what you gotta do to get the contracts coming in! Get it done, right?"
Yvonne paled slightly at the insinuation. Is that what people thought, she wondered. That she had married into Chase's family after arranging their money and prestige? Because that was the only reason a young man like Chase would want to marry an older woman like herself?
She excused herself from the conversation, feeling sick to her stomach. Hurriedly she ran to the bathroom and upheaved all the sweet, sticky alcohol and the light lunch she'd had earlier in the day.
Patting her face with water, Yvonne worked to get herself under control. She looked in the mirror and firmly told herself to pull it together and took a few deep calming breaths. Who cared why other people thought they were marrying. She knew she hadn't landed the contracts with Ace or Devon because she'd slept with them and since she hadn't signed Chase up yet, she technically hadn't slept with him to get a contract, either!
When Tracy peeked her head in the ladies room to check on Yvonne, Yvonne was ready to go. Nobody was going to ruin her day!
Yvonne grinned seductively and wrapped her arms around his neck. "You have permission to smudge my make-up now," she said as she nibbled his ear.
Chase groaned in anticipation.