Her Name Is Emily
Chapter 3
After fucking each other a couple more times we took a shower together and went off to dinner at the Denny's just across the parking lot.
After ordering, I got Emily's attention.
"Sure, what is it you have to tell me?"
"OK, first I need two promises from you ... that you tell no one what I'm about to tell you and you won't scream or anything when I do tell you, OK?"
Unsure, she bit her lip and said: "I promise - tell me?"
Putting my hand on hers, I told her, this sixteen-year-old, my entire personal history including that I'm worth about $550 million dollars. She thought I was joking at first.
Our food came, and we both ate it, with her asking me a lot of questions, including some about my previous relationships with other women, detail about Susan and me. I explained why she was the first woman I ever told. She loved hearing that I loved her. We finished and walked back to our hotel room.
"Steven, are we soul-mates?" she asked looking over at me.
"Em, I used to hear my buddies in high school tell me about the latest and greatest girls they met, and they would often throw around that word. I would laugh at them over and over again, but they never met you."
"I'm not the weepy kind of guy Emily, but I do love you more than I have ever loved any woman. That ring on your finger is an expression of my love for you. We will get married and have babies if that's what you want. I want to lavish you with beautiful things all of the time. Let's leave and I'll buy you an outfit or two so we can go out tomorrow to a nice place."
"Sure Steven, let's go to your place?" she said.
As we checked out of the hotel the same gentleman from before asked if there was a problem?
"No, just a change of plans, go ahead and charge me for the second day," I said, looking at my girlfriend.
"Very good, Mr. Vanderbilt."
We caravanned to my place in Bakersfield - It's just a simple one-bedroom apartment, but it was mine. She was impressed with how clean it was, thinking that all guys are slobs, I assume. It might be time to get a more permanent place to live – a place closer to her parents.
I changed into a nice shirt and pants, put my important papers and laptop in my backpack, along with another change of clothes. I stopped by the apartment manager's office.
"Hello, Steven – who is this pretty young lady?" Linda said.
"My fiancée. I got all of the stuff I want to keep – I'm moving out as of right now. You can either throw out or give away everything I left in the apartment. We're moving in together in a bigger place. Sorry for the short notice, Linda. Bye!"
Emily said: "Goodbye," on our way out the office.
"How far from your parents do you want to live, Em?" I asked leaning up against her car.
"I've gotten used to living near the ocean, but I'll go anywhere you are – anywhere!" she said.
"While I'm talking your parents into letting me marry you, how about Santa Barbara or Santa Maria?" I asked.
"Either one sounds wonderful, but they're both three hours away," Emily responded.
"How about Newport Beach," I suggested.
"Oooh, yeah – but won't that be expensive to live there?"
"Not when I get to wake up each morning and see you first thing," I said.
"You are such a smooth operator, Steven Vanderbilt," she said to me.
"I've never been in love before, only lust." I replied. "Follow me, and I'll find a place to stay in Newport Beach, I would think there's a Marriott down there somewhere."
"A Marriott? We spent yesterday in a Rodeway, why the upgrade?" she wondered.
"You will never be in anything less than a Four-Star hotel again, little lady. Let's exchange phone numbers in case I lose you on the Interstate, OK?"
She gave me a wonderful kiss. We swapped phone numbers and headed down to Newport Beach together.
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