Hooker to Housewife (33 page)

Tyler finally believed
that her heart was at peace. For so long, true love eluded her and she was suppressing the pink inside-out of fear that she would once again be left blindsided by a man's deception. But her love for Andre and his love for her was the key that unlocked all of her inhibitions.

“I can't believe I'm here with you right now. I feel like the luckiest girl in the world,” Tyler beamed, as she hugged and kissed Andre.

“You are the luckiest girl and I'm the luckiest guy,” he said, rubbing the tip of his nose against the tip of hers. “Although I would love to sit here and debate who is luckier, we need to get dressed and catch this flight. I can't wait to get you on that island and make love to you every day and every night. Not only do I want to make love, but I'm hoping that we'll make a baby. Does that sound like a plan to you?”

“Actually that doesn't sound like a plan at all,” Tyler said shifting her body on the couch so her back was now turned away from Andre.

“Tyler, please don't tell me that you want to wait to have kids because of your career? I thought we were past all of that,” he said, grabbing her arm so they would be face-to-face. Tyler was trying to hold back the grin that was about to escape, before answering his question.

“No, the reason why we don't have to plan is because we're already pregnant.” Tyler stood for a minute absorbing the shocked look on Andre's face. While he sat with his mouth agape she continued, “I knew that when I came over here last night, but I didn't want you to take me back because of a baby. I wanted you to take me back for me, for the love we share for one another.”

After finally getting over the initial shock, he said, “You must be at least three months pregnant. I can't believe this. Not only are you going to be my wife but you're also going to be the mother of my child.” Andre rubbed Tyler's stomach, overjoyed that he would once again be a father, but this time by a woman he would spend the rest of his life with.

“Andre, this all seems like a dream to me. It's like I don't want to wake up because I'm afraid it won't be real.”

“Baby, you don't have to be afraid, this is not a dream. This is about two people who belong together. I promise you that I will spend the rest of my life making you the happiest woman in the world.” Andre went in his pants pocket and pulled out the pink diamond engagement ring that Tyler had given back to him what seemed like a lifetime ago. He slid the sparkler on her long slender finger and in both of their hearts they felt like husband and wife.

After making love and then taking a long hot shower and then making love again, the lovebirds were ready to catch their flight to Mustique. Andre and Tyler walked hand-and-hand out the door oblivious to their surroundings because they were so caught up in their love.

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Chantal was contaminated with hatred when she bolted out the church and jumped in her Benz. As she sped off, the paparazzi went ballistic coming up with scenarios as to why the bride-to-be stormed out the church like a bat out of hell and where she was off to on her wedding day. Chantal kept replaying the words that Kenny said to her.
Andre isn't going to marry you.
It was suffocating her brain. All she could think about was getting home and reading the letter that he left. There had to be an explanation for all this, and some sort of clue as to how she could get him back. As Chantal pulled up to the driveway she slowed down when she saw what was supposed to have been her future husband lovingly embracing her archenemy. She sat in her car from a distance studying the couple as if they were strangers. The man was standing on the front door steps kissing the woman and running his fingers through her long dark hair. The woman jumped up and wrapped her legs around the man's waist and he twirled her around as if they were new young lovers. They laughed and smiled at one another as if they were the only two people in the world, as if no one else existed or mattered. Chantal couldn't help but wish it were her.

 

Shari seized Kenny's arm as he was turning to leave. “Wait a minute, Kenny. I want you to tell me what's really going on with Andre.”

“No disrespect, Shari, but I explained everything that needed to be said to Chantal. I'm done here.”

“How can you come and wreck a woman's world and then say you're done? I know you're not that cold, maybe Andre but not you.”

“You don't even know me, so you can't say what type of man I am.”

“I know that you were the one who had enough balls to break the news to Chantal, instead of Andre's coward ass doing it.”

“I know the whole situation is a little fucked up, but Andre means well.”

“A little! He left the mother of his child at the church on their wedding day. That is more than a little fucked up. Now I have to go out there and explain to hundreds of people and a sweet innocent little girl why her parents aren't getting married today. Now I want some answers.” Kenny put his head down and turned his back, leaving Shari to answer her own questions.

 

Reality returned and Chantal comprehended that the couple weren't strangers but the love of her life Andre and the love of his life, Tyler Blake. She looked down at her $100,000 custom-made Vera Wang wedding gown and the diamond-studded Manolo that was placed firmly on the brakes. Her fresh French-manicured hands were gripping the steering wheel to her silver CL600 Coupe. It all made sense now. Andre wasn't marrying her because his heart belonged to a woman who didn't deserve him. No matter how hard Chantal tried, Andre couldn't accept as true that her mentality had gone from hooker to housewife. Instead, he chose a woman who didn't truly love him at all. But there was no way that Tyler Blake would steal her thunder. Andre and Chantal had exchanged vows and it was until death do them part. Chantal lifted one Manolo off the brake and pressed the other on the gas.

Tyler was the first to notice the silver Benz racing toward them. She had a flashback to when she was a teenager in Georgia and everything went in slow motion as Trey, the abusive boyfriend she dated in high school, blew his brains out. Tyler's body once again froze, and as the sound of the engine got closer and louder, Andre slowly turned his head and locked eyes with the deranged Chantal, and all Tyler could let out was, “Andre look out!”