Tori
Here I am New Years Eve 2012 getting ready for my clients wedding. I wouldn't call him a client he's one of my dearest friends. I have known Juan for several years. Hell he is the reason why Mason LLC exists. I have loved him since the day we met. It's something to plan the wedding of the man you secretly are in love with. I decide on a simple black pants suit and a soft pink camisole the suit fits me rather well and shows off my curves, or at least that what the sales person told me when I purchased it. I find this suit fitting since today marks the death of the love I have for Juan. He is the only man I've ever allowed myself to love. How is it that I am twenty seven year old virgin? Jesus what the hell is wrong with me? Why am I so afraid to let myself be loved? I know I'm not one of the smallest women in the world, but they tell me I have a beautiful face. I adamantly disagree; I think I have a face most would probably forget there is nothing special about it at all. When I look in the mirror all I see are my flaws. My lips are the only thing I truly love about my face there nice and full.
Frankly, the thought of sleeping with a man scares the shit out of me. I didn't date much through high school not for lack of trying. I have always been heavy my whole life so while my friends were getting hit on, I was getting avoided and sometimes made fun of. I only had one boyfriend in high school and he was such a jerk. Toni and I dated for about six months, but as soon as he started to put the pressure on for sex and he found out I wouldn't put out he dropped me. Later I found out that he only went out with me because he heard big girls always put out. What a crock of shit who said just because your big you have to give up sex. When I found that out I made my twin brother Victor whip his ass just because he fucking deserved it. Victor beat him so bad I thought he was going to jail for sure, but luckly Toni was scared into silence. Sex scared me to death I didn't want to end up like my girlfriends. Most of my friends were sexually active and things didn't work out well for them. I witnessed everything from teen pregnancy to teen HIV. When I was younger I was petrified of letting a man touch me let alone have sex with me. I thought as long as I focused on school and maintained good grades I would do well.
Well is an understatement, I was accepted to Harvard Business School early admissions program. I became the school's Valedictorian. While everyone was busy having sex, I was busy making career plans. I had a plan, I made list after list of what my life was going to turn out to be and I followed that protocol and it worked. I wanted to be CEO of my own company by the time I was thirty. That gave me ten years to get my shit together. I didn't plan on meeting Juan in college. Juan was the best non boyfriend a girl could ever wish for. He was so handsome and sweet he looks like Kevin Alejandro from True Blood one of my favorite shows. He has sexy smoldering green eyes. I swear his eyes look just like emeralds. I have only seen him without his shirt on once to my dismay, but he has breathe taking wash board abs, broad shoulders and his pants hang on his hips in just the right way. It was love at first sight at least on my end unfortunately I wasn't Juan's type. It hard loving someone from a distance and knowing you will never end up together. I was able to conceal my feeling for Juan and we became very close friends.
Together we designed a prototype for a device that tracks the pheromones that are released prior to having sex. I know this may sound crazy, but we invented a way for parents to detect when their children are about to have sex. We called it the Virtue Protector a modern day chastity belt. After seeing my friends ruin their lives having unprotected sex, I had to do something. Together Juan and I made millions of dollars in our junior year of college. Juan dropped out of school and told me I was a fool not to do the same. I couldn't bring myself to leave, after all I did get into Harvard you don't waste such opportunities. I couldn't pass up a free education no matter how wealthy I became. I had to get all the tools I needed to run a successful company. So instead of spending my money on typical young and dumb things, I started my own company. Mason. LLC it turned out to be the best decision I could have made. My company grossed 3.5 billion dollars last quarter in profits.
Due to the rapid growth of the company. I was able to branch out into event planning, night clubs, and day spas. Funny thing is I achieved my goal four years earlier than planned. Juan left the company unexpectedly a year ago to focus on other ventures. Before leaving he sold me all rights to the pattern making me the sole owner of the device. I was sad to lose Juan as a business partner, but I channeled all of my frustrations into developing a high tech version of the Virtue Protector. The device now allows parents to secure the GPS location of their child at all times. This modification is what boosted sales drastically.
All of this money means nothing without someone to share it with. I take a long look at myself in the, mirror; I don't like my hair, but it's too late to tell my assistant ,Tiffany, to get my hair dresser over here. I have to be at the wedding venue in thirty minutes. I decided to brush it into a simple ponytail. I will be on my feet for most of the evening so flats will have to do. I put on a simple solitaire diamond necklace and stud earring. I look at myself once more in the mirror, I look very professional. Why did I volunteer to coordinate Juan's wedding.
Shit I remember when he entered my office, showing me the ring he brought Martha his long term girlfriend. What kind of name is Martha any damn way? It sounds like someone grandma. I found any excuse to hate this bitche's guts but I couldn't. She was a vision 5'9 supermodel looking goddess. She was like mother fucking Teresa everything I tried to hold against her didn't work. She feed the homeless in spare time, read to foster children, and volunteered at the local animal shelter. What the fuck could I find on her she was perfect. I even called in the sharks to research and dig up information on her. Fucking nothing I had to admit it Juan had found the one and it wasn't me. I remember that day like it was yesterday.
His face was flushed he looked scared. I was surprised to see him he hadn't been to the office since he left three months prior. "Juan… this is a pleasant surprise, I wasn't expecting you"
"Tori, I know, I need your advice" he looked scared and a little anxious.
"Sure anything what's going on?"
"It's Martha I….. Oh hell let me just show you"
"Okay" he pulled out a small box and my heart dropped. Please be earring, Please be earring I repeat this to myself over and over again
"Tell me if you think this is good enough for her?" he opened the box and all of my worst fear came rushing to me. Shit, he's going to marry her, fuck, shit No! They haven't been together that long. Why? I love him, I want it to be me he wants to marry how am I going to deal with this pain?
"It's lovely" I choke on my words trying to get my bearing, I must not cry, I must not cry I repeat this in my head to keep from totally losing it .
"You think she will like it?"
Hell I fucking love it and hate that it's not for me….
"She will be very happy" I fighting the tears back now.
"What you're not saying something"
Shit he knows what do I say… that I want it to be me, that I love you madly, love me instead of her…. "I'm just… I'm so happy for you"
"Great," he is beaming. Oblivious to my pain, he grabs me and pulls me into a deep hug. God he smells like body wash and clean linen, he smells so great. He pulls away and kisses my forehead "You're a life saver, I'm going to do it tonight"
"You should let my company do your wedding?" where the fuck did that come from oh God please say no.
"You would do the wedding for me I would love that"
"Great tell Martha to give me a call and we can start planning right away" no this is not what I want . Why did I just say I would plan the wedding of the only man I love? This is so tragic.
"Okay wish me luck, I hope she says yes"
"She would be a fool not to, good luck" oh please let her ass say no.
Well the bitch… I mean Martha said yes I gotta remember to say Martha and not bitch tonight. I know I'm wrong for calling her a bitch, but this is the only thing keeping me sane right now so I will hold onto it. I think Martha is a great person, but I can't help but secretly hate her. What the hell possessed me to open my mouth and say I would do this? Every minute of planning this wedding has left me numb and raw on the inside. I have planned the wedding of the century. She insisted on bring in the new year with my, I mean her husband. At the stroke of midnight she will be kissing her new husband for the first time and starting their new life together. I have to admit it I planned a wedding that would rival all other weddings. My only real competitor would be David Tuatara himself. I am proud of the job my company has done on this event. Distracted by the ringing of my cell phone I gaze at the number, as expected it's my assistant.
"Yes, Tiffany" business is what I know. I turn off my personal feeling.
"Just calling to get your ETA"
"I am walking out now I should be to the venue in ten "
"Great"
"Is all running smoothly?"
"Yes, all vendors are on site and we are expected to start with no problems"
"What is the location of the bride?"
"She and her party arrived five minutes ago"
"Groom?" I choke on this question but I managed to keep my composure.
"Here and accounted for, just waiting on you chief."
"Great I'm on my way," with that I hang up the phone. She is such a thorough employee I must give her a raise.