Her First

HER FIRST

A NOVEL

DIAMOND MCKENZIE

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All characters, names, descriptions and traits are products of the author’s imagination. Similarities to actual people – living or dead – are purely coincidental.

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“Congratulations on your wedding, Madison.”

“Thank you,”
twenty-two year old Madison Allen replied as she looked up into the eyes of her co-worker, Owen Capers.

“When will we get to meet the lucky groom?”
Owen asked as he ate the last bite of cake on his plate.

Her
emerald eyes darted downwards as she repeated to him the response she had rehearsed and given everyone all day. “As soon as his schedule allows, I’ll bring him up to the office for everyone to meet.”

Madison
thanked everyone for coming to the wedding shower her manager insisted the department throw for her. She was fortunate to intern at Mirror Images, Inc. during her senior year of college. When she graduated last year, the head of the advertising department offered her a full time job. She jumped at the chance to be an account representative. Some of her sorority sisters were still trying to find employment in their fields.

As an account representative,
Madison was responsible for coming up with innovative advertising campaigns.  Her accounts consisted of small to global companies in all types of industries. She had been receiving gifts from her clients all week. Deep down inside she felt guilty about accepting the gifts her co-workers and clients so thoughtfully picked out. She glanced at her watch.  Her plane for Las Vegas would be leaving in less than twenty-four hours so she knew she had to get home to do some last minute packing.  And when she returned to work a week later, she would be a married woman.

Some of her co-workers helped carry her gifts to her car, congratulating her once more along the way.
For the rainy season of April, it was a beautiful sun shining spring day and under normal circumstances she would have driven with the top down on her convertible candy apple Mustang, but today she had to worry about the trail of gifts and cards that she could possibly leave down the highway. So the windows being partially rolled down would have to suffice.

As
Madison stopped at a red light, the passenger in a midnight-blue SUV that was stopped next to her attempted to flirt with her, but she ignored his advances. As she sped away, she heard him yell obscenities at her.

“That’s why I didn’t acknowledge your existence,” she blurted out.

She drove the rest of the way home listening to one of her favorite Dallas radio stations. Taylor Swift's latest song blasted through her speakers as she drove home in rush hour traffic.

When she pulled into the driveway of her two-bedroom ranch style home, she spotted a familiar car. It belong
ed to none other than her best friend, Charlotte.  Madison had hoped to avoid Charlotte until after her return trip from Las Vegas, but luck wasn’t on her side. 

Madison
got out of the car, deciding to come back for the gifts and cards later.  When Charlotte saw Madison get out of her car, she got out of hers as well.  The two greeted each other without speaking a word, but with a hug only. Madison could since that Charlotte wanted to explode with words, but as she followed her up the sidewalk and to the doorstep, she stood silently until Madison unlocked the front door and the two entered.

“How could you plan on sneaking to Vegas without a word?” Charlotte said, closing the door behind her.  “I had to find out from your sister that you were leaving in the morning.”

Madison knew that she wouldn’t be able to keep her secret for long and really needed someone to confide in. “If you give me a minute to get settled, I’ll explain everything,” she said, setting her keys and purse down on the living room end table.

Charlotte crossed her arms and with an attitude responded, “You’d better, because we’ve been friends far too long for me to hear about this from someone else.  This really hurts. I thought we were close, but I guess I was wrong.”

“Calm down. I’ll explain it all in a minute,” Madison announced, trying to calm her friend down.

Charlotte
frowned. “You definitely have some explaining to do, missy.”

“Make yourself at home,”
Madison said, as she headed towards her bedroom.  “I’ll be right back.”

When
Madison returned to the living room she could hear some rustling around in the kitchen, where Charlotte was making herself a turkey and Swiss cheese sandwich. Madison went into the kitchen and took a seat on one of the wooden barstools at the island and sat silently until Charlotte finished making her sandwich and joined her on the barstool next to her.

She and Charlotte had been friends and inseparable since first grade. Although they each had siblings, they were more like sisters.
Charlotte could have been a model if she'd pursued it. Her fiery red hair was an eye-catcher. People seemed to always take notice of Madison's sparkling emerald eyes.  They both shared the same likes, but when it came to dealing with issues,  especially issues that involved men, they were complete opposites.

Madison
cleared her throat. “I know what I’m about to tell you might sound crazy, but please hear me out before you interrupt.”

Charlotte took a bite of her sandwich and after swallowing said, “Sure.” She continued to eat while listening to
Madison.

“I’m going to Las Vegas because everyone thinks the ring I’m wearing is an engagement ring.”

“Okay, I know that much,” Charlotte said in a nonchalant tone.

“And they think I’m going to Vegas to marry my fiancé.”

Charlotte almost choked. “What in the world? What fiancé? How could you keep something like this from me? Who is he? Do I know him?”

Madison
waited for Charlotte to stop blurting out questions. “Are you through so I can finish?”

Charlotte took a sip of her drink.  “Go ahead,” she said as she looked at
Madison in amazement.

“The key word is everyone
thinks
. I’m tired of my mother bugging me about getting married. I just graduated from college. You would think that I had time. But she wants me to be like my sisters and get married right after graduation."

"Marriage is overrated if you ask me."

"My mom doesn't think so. She thinks that all of her daughters should be married and now that I've graduated from college, she won't let up on me. I had to do something. The idea hit me after I saw this lady do it in a movie.”

“Uh huh,” Charlotte said as she stared at her in disbelief.  “The idea of what?”

“If my family thinks I’m married, maybe they’ll stop asking me about my love life. Then I can go on with my life worry free. I won’t have to listen to the countless questions about why, when, etcetera.”

Charlotte put her drink down and pushed her plate away. “So you’re telling me you’ve planned a fake wedding and everyone, including your family, thinks you’re going to Las Vegas to get married?”

“Yes,” Madison said, putting her head down in shame.

Charlotte looked at her with such pity before bursting out into laughter.  “Girl, are you crazy? How in the world do you think you’re going to pull it off? You do have to come back. And when you do come back, without a husband I might add, what will you tell everyone?”

“Actually, I’ve told everyone he travels a lot and when he’s in town, we only have time for each other.”

“You’ve been setting this up for awhile. I thought you bought the ring to ward off men you didn’t want to talk to. I never thought you would do something this stupid.”

Madison defended herself. “I don’t think it’s stupid at all,” she said getting up from the barstool and began pacing. “Besides, I’m due for a vacation and this will keep people out of my business, especially the people at the office. Now maybe my director will stop flirting with me every chance he gets.”

Charlotte shook her head and said, “I can see you telling
people at work, but did you have to lie to your own family?”

“You know my family. They’re as bad as my co-workers,”
Madison said, throwing her hands up.  “You know for yourself that they’re always asking me when I’m going to settle down.  I’m sick and tired of being made to feel like something is wrong with me because I didn't get married after high school like my sisters," Madison said, in frustration.

“I hear you, but still this is going to back fire and then what?”

“This will bide me some time. I can always tell them it didn’t work out and I got a quick divorce.”

“Sounds like you’ve thought of everything.”

Madison walked towards the side door of her house, which was off the kitchen. “I sure did. Now help me get my wedding presents out of the car.”

Charlotte shook her head and began to chuckle. “
Watching you work your way through this one is going to be fun!”

***

Madison’s trip to Las Vegas was filled with gambling and shows. In addition to enjoying Las Vegas, she rented a car and drove to Los Angeles to do more sight-seeing.  On the plane ride back home to Dallas she closed her eyes and tried to relax, but the man sitting next to her annoyed her by constantly pecking on his keyboard. He noticed her irritation and offered to let her borrow his headphones so that he wouldn’t be as distracting, but Madison declined with a, “No thank you.”

“Are you sure?” the gentleman inquired.  “I have to finish this report or I won’t meet my deadline. I do apologize for the inconvenience.”

Madison sighed and then opened her eyes.  She turned to look at her traveling companion and noticed his captivating gray eyes, and although he wasn’t smiling, she could see the dimples in his cheeks. For once, she was at a loss for words.

“Uh, yeah, I’m sure,” she stammered.

“Well let me know if you change your mind,” he said as he continued to type away on his keyboard.

Madison
couldn’t take her eyes off of him. When he looked up from his laptop and caught her staring at him, she felt a little embarrassed, but snapped back with a catchy excuse. “Excuse me for staring, but you look familiar,” she lied.

He smiled and assumed she was flirting. He didn’t mind at all.  He’d lost his concentration now that she was finally warming up to him. From the moment
Madison sat down next to him her alluring fragrance captivated him. The red blouse she wore accented the two things he admired most on a woman, pretty eyes and ample breasts.

“I’m
Ethan Campbell and you are?” he asked while extending his hand.

“
Madison Allen,” Madison replied, extending her hand as well. 

They shook hands and in unison they said, “Nice to meet you.”

They both felt a jolt of electricity, and since neither knew how to respond to it, they remained silent. Ethan went back to pecking on his laptop and Madison pretended to be reading one of those airline magazines she had just pulled from the back of the seat in front of her. Several minutes later the stewardess headed down the aisle with the drink cart, offering each passenger drinks. When the stewardess got to them, Madison passed on a drink and Ethan appeared to be engulfed in his work and didn’t respond to the query.

“The stewardess wants to know if you want something to drink,”
Madison said, tapping Ethan on the arm.

He looked up. “I’m sorry. Yes, a cup of coffee would be nice.”

After the stewardess fulfilled Ethan’s request, they continued the rest of the flight in silence.  Both tried to ignore the feeling of being in such close proximity to one another. Soon they heard the stewardess’ voice blared over the loudspeakers instructing the passengers to turn off all electronic items. As Ethan attempted to put away his laptop under the seat in front of him, he’d forgotten that he had sat his almost empty cup of coffee on the floor and accidentally splashed the remains on Madison’s shoes. He looked up to apologize, but nothing came out of his mouth. Madison jumped in her seat and blurted out, “Excuse you.”

“I’m so sorry. I forgot that I had put it there,”
Ethan apologized.

“I just got these shoes and now they’re ruined.” She frowned.

He pulled out his business card and wrote something on the back before handing it to her. “My home number is on the back. I’ll buy you another pair, regardless of the cost.”

Although she knew she should be upset that he’d ruined a hundred and twenty dollar pair of shoes that she had received as a birthday gift, one look into his apologetic eyes almost made her melt in her seat.

“Okay,” she smiled and said.  “Trust me. I’ll be calling you. Let me give you my information, too.”

He wrote down her information as she recited it to him.

“Again Madison,” Ethan said as they headed off the plane, “I’m so sorry.”

“Apology accepted, but it’s Ms.
Allen to you,” she teased.