Free Color Her Red by Crystal Shaw

all go away.”  I feebly look up at him and kiss him under his chin and then on his throat.  I take in his scent, his masculine fragrance.  I just want it all to go away, I don’t want to think about it anymore.  A thought awakes my curiosity. 
    “What are you going to do to the broadcast station?”  I nudge his chin with my nose.  He looks down at me passed his eyelashes.  He has enough money to buy the entire company and fire everyone if he really wants to. Part of me wants that bitch that reported all of this, with that smug smile on her face, to get her ass out kicked out onto the street.  I know it’s not her fault, but I can’t help but to feel indignant.  Resentment starts coursing through me.  Thomas can tell I’m angry.  He runs his hand through my hair and tilts his head to the side.  His look calms me.
    “Nothing.  I’m not going to do anything.” He says calmly.  I’m a little bit shocked.  He’s not going to do anything?   I eye him with curiosity.
    “I'll issue a statement tomorrow before work.  Just saying they were photos from a long time ago and that we are happily married and a little shaken that someone would go through so much trouble to hurt us.” 
    I guess that’s reasonable, more reasonable than what I would do and more reasonable than what I would like him to do. 
    “Don’t worry about a thing, Emma.  I'll take care of everything.”  He whispers in my ear and I lay my head on his chest.  His warmth comforts me and again I believe every words he says.
    “I can’t keep my eyes open.”  I mutter as my eyelids fall unwillingly.  My entire body relaxes lying against him.
    “Sleep, Baby.”  He gives me another kiss and shifts me slightly so he can turn off the light.  “Everything will be better in the morning.” 
    It sounds like a promise. 

Chapter 5
     
    Everything is sparkling white and dripping in diamonds.  The most beautiful roses, nearly thousands of them, are huddled in perfect centerpieces on every table and existing surface.  Taller arrangements are lining the immense windows of the candle-lit ballroom. The snow is gently falling and the twinkling of Christmas lights surrounding Fifth Avenue is so romantic that, for a moment, it steals my gaze.   I can see all of our guests seated in black-tie formal attire, happily chatting with one another. 
    They can’t see me just yet; I’m peeking through the gap between the oversized walnut doors.  Thomas seems amused by my child-like giddiness.  Who would have thought, just a year after spilling coffee on the most eligible bachelor in New York I would be exchanging vows with him?  Fate, I think as I close my eyes and take in the intoxicating floral aroma. 
    He holds my hand tightly as the doors open and we make our grand entrance. There’s an immediate applause followed by an eruption of knives clinking on champagne flutes. An amorous melody begins to play in the background.  His soft blue eyes meet mine as he moves to twirl me on the dance floor.  He pulls me in close, forcefully embracing me for a kiss. He leans into me, and whispers. “I will love you forever.”
    I smile and let out a small teasing laugh.  He spins me again and again allowing my full ball gown of a dress to expand.  His hand gently caresses my waist pulling me towards him, pushing me away.  Lace is hugging my body and gravity pulls me outward. Soft loose curls are gently falling on my back.  I open my eyes and see his gorgeous face.  His blue eyes pierce into me with passion and endearing love.  He kisses me, gently biting my lip.  He smiles when I open my eyes.  And with a move of his arm I am twirling on the dance floor once again.  I am overwhelmed with pure happiness.  I close my eyes and wonder, how could life get any better?
     
    It can’t you fool.  And when you can’t go up, you must come down, crashing hard, smashing onto the cold concrete into a million shards of nothingness.
     
    A chilling