Trevor put on a light yellow tie, a white shirt, and a blue suit before he went down to breakfast. Last night had been special – a mile marker to be remembered for the rest of his life. After all this time and after all the women he had been with and met, he had finally found the perfect one.
Clarice was sexy, yet she had an innocence about her. She was open, yet mysterious. She made Trevor feel like an artist who had encountered his true muse.
When he had returned to the ball, Gwyneth Grayson-Hanson whispered to him that she led the Bartholomews to believe he was meeting with a young man about a business deal. When Gwyneth had left him, Ava and her mother was at his side within seconds. He had spent the rest of the ball dancing with Ava, but his mind was on Clarice
Yesterday, Courtney packed a small make-up bag for Joanna to take to school with her and use before she met-up with Trevor. She had also looked up the Cameron family online on her phone. There were dozens of them, but only twelve of them were directly in the political limelight. Not one was named Clarice so there wasn’t a photograph of Clarice. Joanna’s alter ego was safe from discovery. She had tried to learn the names of the family members. Two of the male members were senators and one of the female members was a congresswoman. The matriarch of the clan was an ambassador.Courtney had gotten up at the crack of dawn to help Joanna with her hair. Once her hair was filled with large curls and hair spray, she put on a black halter top and the shortest pair of white shorts she had ever worn. Courtney called them booty shorts. When she had left the estate yesterday to visit her parents, she had stopped
Trevor drove out of hangar thirty-one. He knew what the Ferrari could do and what it couldn’t since it used to be his up until six months ago. Thanks to Christopher losing his temper by slugging Derek, who he assumed was having an affair with Selena. The only way to keep Derek from pressing charges against Christopher was to sign the Ferrari over to him free and clear. But, Trevor doesn’t cry over spilled milk. He bought the red beauty he was currently in at first sight a month later. The car took turns better than the Ferrari anyway. It was at the straight away he had to be careful. The Ferrari could gain speed quicker than the Bugatti. All he could do was hope Derek still raced like a timid rabbit. He heard Derek roaring on his heels. He whipped to the side
Friday couldn’t arrive fast enough as far as Joanna was concerned. However, it was Wednesday and Trevor hadn’t called at all. She was wondering if he had lost interest. Courtney had assured her that guys don’t call immediately after the first date. It wasn’t something to get too concerned about unless he stood her up on Friday. Joanna couldn’t keep her mind off of him. She’s had a crush on him for two years, but it was never intense like this. She was now engaging with what her heart desired most. Something she thought would never happen. Joanna had checked her phone every two hours to make sure she hadn’t missed a call from him. His touch and kisses were imprinted on her memory and they played over and over again no matter what she was doing. 
Courtney’s aunt’s costume jewelry really did look real. Some of the pieces were too gaudy for Joanna, but the majority of them were her style. She had put on a fake diamond necklace, bracelet, and clip on earrings. It went perfectly with her blue cocktail dress. Courtney had pulled Joanna’s hair back in a costume diamond crusted butterfly clip. Then she had curled Joanna’s hair at the ends. The cab stopped in front of The Rainbow Room. Joanna got out of the cab after paying the driver. She walked inside. There was no sign of Trevor in the waiting area. Seconds before she decided to sit down, Trevor came through the door. Joanna greeted him with a big smile. He looked so handsome in his gray silk suit and black and white patterned tie.
Joanna had put on a yellow sundress she has owned for a year. She had only worn it once. She had packed a beach bag with a two piece bathing suit she had only worn once a year and a half ago, sunblock, a make-up case, sunglasses, and a large beach towel. Joanna had a large straw floppy hat she had bought at a discount store in Queens a long time ago. She wasn’t going to put it on until she got to the marina. She was waiting on Courtney to call her to let her know that Trevor had left the estate. The last thing Joanna wanted was for him to accidently see ‘Clarice’ getting into a cab outside of the gates. There was a tapping at her door. Then, it opened. It was Courtney. She was holding the newspaper.
A month and a half later . . . Joanna’s fears of chasing Trevor away because she wouldn’t sleep with him on the yacht six weeks ago were unfounded. If anything, he was more attentive to her. He called her at least three times a week and they went out twice a week. It would have been more if it wasn’t for her working full-time and going to school part-time. The past six weeks with him had been the happiest of her life. For their fourth date, they had gone back to Floyd Bennett Field Raceway for some fun. Trevor raced two rich cocky teenagers and won. He got a thousand dollars each from them. Their fifth and sixth date they had lunch at the Four Seasons. After the sixth date, she had stopped counting. But, during the last few weeks t
Trevor had a harder time finding a Friday night fuck than what he had first thought. Sharon’s, Sherry’s, and Mandy’s numbers were disconnected. Abigail, Debbie, Linda, and Katie didn’t return his texts. He was on the eighth girl. “Hello?” she answered sweetly. “Bebe, it’s your favorite man, baby,” he said happily. “Paul?” she said with excitement. “No!” he yelled with disgust. “It’s Trevor.”&n
Trevor had woken up at five-thirty in the morning and he couldn’t get back to sleep. It had been hard for him to fall asleep to begin with because Clarice was on his mind. Then when he had been asleep Clarice and her dainty feet were tip toeing through his dreams. He had given up getting some rest and got dressed. After putting on a pair of gray shorts and a blue tank top, he went downstairs. The kitchen staff wasn’t up yet so he fried himself two eggs and four slices of bacon. He also made himself toast. Trevor only ate half of it. For some reason, he had lost his appetite when his mind went to Clarice again. A longing struck his heart. He missed her, which was ridiculous to him since he had just spoken to her Thursday. Today was Saturday. It had only been th