Bridget picked up the brush from her vanity table and began brushing her long strawberry blonde hair. It had been a month since her trip to Vegas. It did her a world of good. She had been feeling a lot better lately. It still stung a little but what Felicia had done did hurt a lot less.
When she had returned from Vegas, Felicia was fully of apologies and swore she didn't mean to hurt her. Bridget politely accepted the apology but she was sure their relationship wouldn't be the same again. Putting the brush down, Bridget checked the time on her clock radio. Jason would be arriving soon. Jason Blackwell. Son of Jessica Blackwell. CEO and founder of Basic Black...a very popular fashion magazine. Every fashion designer and fashion house in the country clamored to be featured in their magazine. Forrester Creations was no exception. Basic Black had contacted them about doing a feature article on Brooke. During the photo shoot for the article, Bridget had met Jason. She had thought he was very charming. He had learned a lot about the fashion industry from his mother.
She had built her magazine from the ground up from the money left to her by her late husband Jack Blackwell. When Jason was only three, Basic Black was launched. It was soon on it's way to being the hottest magazine in the country. He was very proud of his mother. As she was of her son.
When he was old enough, she gave him an entry level position in the company. He would help with the photo shoots and assist the photographer. It wasn't long before he was now in charge of the photo shoots and decided layouts to use for their articles. He always loved photography. Ever since Jessica bought him his first camera when he was only eight. He took pictures of everything and Jessica had noticed his keen eye. That had been the reason behind her bringing him into the company. Bridget enjoyed spending time with him. He had a terrific smile and wonderful blue eyes. Of course they were nothing compared to those sexy blue eyes that still haunted her from Vegas. No one's eyes could ever come close to..Stop it! She commanded herself. Stop it right now! She wasn't going to do this. She wasn't going to allow herself to think of him. It was just a one time...it never would have. God she missed him. More than she ever could imagine. The way he kissed her...made love to her...especially the way he made love to her. She never had that before. Ever. She dreamed about him all the time. She didn't mention him to anyone. Well except for her best friend, Toni. She told Toni all about Deacon and that passionate night she spent with him. "Wow." Toni had said after Bridget relayed the story. "That sounds like some night"
"It was." Bridget had sighed. "The most wonderful night of my life"
"You going to see him again"
"I don't think so." Bridget said quietly.
"Why not? He sounds great"
"It wouldn't work"
"Why not"
"We come from two different worlds." It was the same thing Bridget had told Deacon. Two different worlds. Toni thought Bridget was crazy. If he has someone as fine as Deacon wanting her...she'd be on him in a minute. A few times Bridget had thought about flying back out to Vegas to see him but decided against it. He would just try to talk her into staying with him again. She never told Toni about his marriage proposal. When she was leaving and he said for her to marry him. Bridget didn't mention that a part of her almost considered it. "Don't think about it anymore." said Bridget to her reflection in the mirror. Putting her thoughts of Vegas and Deacon out of her mind...she headed out of her bedroom and down the stairs. She was glad her mother let her stay at her house. Bridget had just purchased a condo of her own but was having it remodeled. She needed a place to stay while it was being worked on. Bridget had originally said she would stay at a hotel, she didn't want to inconvenience anyone.
"I won't hear of it." Brooke said firmly. "You can stay with me at my home. You know you are always welcome"
"Are you sure? I don't want to be in the way."
"Honey you wouldn't be in the way." Brooke had laughed.
"But you and Alex just got married. I don't..."
"Honey it's fine. It's a big house. We want you there."
Bridget finally relented. It would be better than staying in a hotel. And she did like Alex a lot. Alex Roberts. He was really something. He had short brown hair with a touch of gray at the sides.
He loved her mother very much. Although Bridget was sad at things couldn't work out between her mother and Ridge...she was happy she had Alex. He owned one of the most succesfull construction companies in L.A. You would never know it to look at him because he didn't dress like a business man. He was mostly a t-shirt and blue jeans type of guy but whenever there was a black tie affair, he looked dashing in his tux. Brooke met him while he was heading the construction of ballroom they putting into the building for Forrester Creations. They wanted to have a place to hold their charity events and Christmas parties. It was more feasible then having to rent out a banquet hall. It wasn't exactly love at first sight for Brooke and Alex or maybe it was and they didn't want to admit it. They would fight constantly. She always complained about him leaving his tools everywhere and his men making a big mess and when were they going to be finished already. He in return started to annoy her by calling her "Lady". She hated that.
"Lady I can't help it." "Lady it's not my fault." "Lady why don't you get out of here and let me do my job." Brooke had fumed and couldn't wait for the construction to be all over. A few months later it was finally done and it looked spectacular. Everyone was impressed. It was just how Brooke pictures. A huge shiny wooden floor. A small stage for a live band. Elegant lighting fixtures.
Forrester held a party to open their new ballroom and Alex had come. He was wearing a black suit and gray tie. His hair was immaculate. She walked over to him in her new black down with a black shaw draped over her arms. "You did a great job. Thank you." She had smiled.
"No problem...Lady." He grinned.
They two started spending a lot of time together and before she knew it she was Mrs. Alexander Roberts. Rick really liked him as did Bridget. Ridge who had been less than thrilled had to admit that Alex was a nice guy. He would never like the idea of another man holding his Logan at night but he learned to live with it. As long as Brooke was happy, he would manage. Brooke and Alex were out for the evening so Bridget was left alone. The doorbell rang. Bridget smoothed out the black dress she was wearing and walked over to the door. She opened it and smiled when she saw Jason standing there.
"Hello." He greeted.
"Hi. Come on in." She said holding the door open for him. "I just need to get my purse." She said.
Jason looked her over. "You look great"
"Thank you." She smiled. "It's one of Amber's new designs"
"It suits you well." He said admiring how it hugged her figure. It has long sleeves and was off the shoulder. The skirt hung down to her knees. A pair of strappy thin heels completed her outfit.
"Where is your Mom and Alex?" asked Jason.
"Oh they went out to the theater. There is a production of Les Miserables in town and Mom was dying to see it. Alex managed to get tickets."
"So we have the place to ourselves?" He grinned.
Bridget shook her head. "I don't think so." She replied with a smile. "Come on. Let's go to dinner. I'm hungry." Her heels clicked on the floor as she walked over to the front door and headed out to the car.
Jason stood back a minute. He had been out with Bridget several times and they always had a good time but...something...she seemed to avoid any type of physical contact. Whenever he tried to kiss her...she would turn her head and he would always get her cheek. He shrugged it off at first but now...now he wondered if there was something more.
Bridget sat in the car and checked her appearance in the mirror. As much as she enjoyed spending time with Jason...she found she was very uncomfortable at the thought of any type of intimacy with him. She didn't know why...actually she knew very well the reason why. She had to find some way to get past it. So far Jason had been very patient with her and she was grateful for that. He had been nothing but a gentleman. He didn't pressure her. She had told him briefly about Dante...she didn't go into all the details like she did with Deacon but she told him it was just hard for her to be with a person in that way. It wasn't a total like. It was true that it was hard for her but it had nothing to do with Dante and everything to do with Deacon. But he was never going to know about Deacon. No one was going to know except of course for Toni but she knew Toni wouldn't tell anyone. It was a special memory that she would always hold close to her heart. That wonderful magical night in Vegas.

Deacon sat at the bar feeling miserable. That's all he felt anymore. Miserable. Ever since Bridget walked out of his life. He missed her like crazy. Night and day that's all he thought about. Bridget. Every single night he dreamed of holding her in his arms. Twice he woke up with an extreme hard on from a very sexual dream he had about her. He would then kick and punch at his punching bag to get rid of sexual tension he felt. Her eyes. Those damn beautiful blue eyes. He missed them so much. There wasn't anything he could do. It was over. She made it clear. It wouldn't work out. They came from two different worlds. He knew she was right but it didn't make it hurt any less. He loved her.
When he told her he loved her he meant it. He wasn't just saying it to get her to stay. He really loved her. She was this beautiful angel that appeared in his life and just like that she was gone.
He took a sip of his drink and set the empty glass down. "Deacon." said Daisy taking the empty glass. "It's been a month...you need to get over this"
"I can't." He said. "I miss her. I love her"
"I know you love her." said Daisy handing him another drink. "But she's gone. You need to accept it."
"I don't want to. I want her back with me. How could she leave like that?"
"Deacon you told me yourself that she said you both came from two different worlds and that you agreed it wouldn't work."
"I know that...but.."
"But what?"
"I don't care. I'd find a way to make it work"
Daisy smiled. "How would you do that? Would you give up this club?"
"No." "
And she's not going to give up her life in Los Angeles. Her family is there. Her work at the hospital."
"Vegas is not that far away. She could still visit her family."
"It's not the same and you know it."
"I know I know you're right. How did this happen? How could I meet this beautiful sexy woman and..."
"I'm sorry Deacon." said Daisy sympathetically. "Look there are plenty of other women here in Vegas."
"I know." sighed Deacon. "But I don't want them. They aren't her. No one is like her. There has to be.
there has to be something"
"What? What can you do? Deacon listen to me...I'm telling you this as your friend...you need to let go.
You can't wallow in this misery thinking about her. She's gone. You have to find a way to deal with that. The sooner you do the better."
Deacon sat on his bar stool and said nothing. He took a sip of his drink while Daisy went to tend to another customer. He couldn't deal with it. Bridget was the only good thing that ever happened to him. He had to get her back. Had to figure out someway...someway of bringing their two worlds together.