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Whatever you want to call him, he keeps track of all the money,” J.T. joked.
    “ It’s nice to meet you. Sorry you missed the ceremony, it was very nice,” Simone said politely.
    “ Yeah, and you missed the chance to be my best man. But I have some good news.”
    “ What?”
    “ He’s flying to Turks & Caicos with us.”
    Simone gripped her bouquet. “He’s coming with us on our honeymoon?”
    “ Yeah, I’m sorry; I hope I’m not causing any problems. J.T. just called me with the news and we do have a lot of paperwork to do, so he decided that I come along on the honeymoon, since…”
    Since it’s not a real honeymoon, she wanted to finish. “No, you’re fine. I’m sorry for even saying anything. I guess I have wedding jitters,” Simone said. She squeezed J.T.’s hand. “I’ll be right back, I need to run to the ladies’ room before we go out and greet the paparazzi.”
    Marcella had been watching Simone with eagle eyes; she excused herself and followed Simone into the ladies’ room. She didn’t waste any time getting to the point. “You just got married,” she said sharply.
    “ I know that. What’s wrong with you? Are you going to try and control what happens on our honeymoon?” Simone replied just as sharp.
    “ I saw the way you were looking at Kirk. I know that you can have as many lovers as you want, as long as you’re discreet, but Kirk is J.T.’s friend. They’ve known each other since college. Kirk is one of the few people that he actually trusts. And I don’t want you fucking up their relationship, by trying to fuck Kirk.”
    “ You sure like the word fuck. Why don’t you do it to yourself? You can’t control who I sleep with.” She turned away from the sink and walked to the exit. Before opening the door, she faced Marcella, “And for the record, I don’t want Kirk.”
    Aleesha, J.T.’s assistant, who Simone had not had the opportunity to meet yet, had arranged for a rental car for them to drive to their hotel. When they got in the car, J.T. turned to her.
    “ Have you ever taken acting classes before?” J.T. asked.
    “ No, why?”
    “ Well, this is it and you’re gonna have to act your ass off. From now on every time we’re in public we’re gonna hold hands, touch each other affectionately, laugh and smile at each other as though there isn’t anyone else in the world and occasionally we’re gonna have to kiss. Do you think you can handle that?”
    Simone took in her gorgeous husband, his chestnut colored skin, his coffee colored eyes, outlined with extra-long eyelashes, and his full luscious lips surrounded by a goatee. “Oh, I think I can fake it.”
    After eating dinner at a nearby restaurant and kissing and hugging each other while pretending that the clever employees and patrons weren’t snapping pictures of them with their phones, they drove over to the Four Seasons Hotel. The hotel suite had left Simone breathless with its beauty. While J.T. nonchalantly moved around the suite as though it was his own living room, Simone and Lillian had raced around touching, oohing and aahing over every little inch. The room had been configured into a huge three-bedroom suite, so that Simone, J.T. and Lillian each had their own bed.
    It was three o’clock in the morning and Simone couldn’t sleep. She pulled back the curtains on the windows and stared below. It was as though she was watching a carnival, with a bird’s eye view of The Strip, it was still bustling as though it was three o’clock in the afternoon.
    “ I’m on my honeymoon,” she whispered. J.T. and her mom were asleep. J.T. had wanted to gamble, but Marcella had reminded him, in her brash way, that it was his honeymoon, and it wouldn’t look good for him to be out gambling when he should be fucking his wife.
    She glanced at her wedding ring set, J.T. had given her a three carat wedding band, with the inscription: To my secret keeper.
    She glanced around the sumptuousness of the room. “I want this