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allowance was included in the pre-nup.
J.T. laughed. “I am. Even though the card is in your name, I’ll pay the monthly balance. The bill will go directly to Kirk for payment. This way you won’t have to ask me for money all the time.”
She impulsively threw her arms around his neck. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” she chanted, so grateful for his generosity. Even though he was obligated to do it, it was still wonderful that he was just as excited as she.
J.T. hugged her. “You’re very welcome. Come on let’s shop. It has an unlimited credit line, so we can shop all day.”
“ We?” Simone teased and jumped out of the SUV. “This is mine.”
J.T. rounded the vehicle and grabbed Simone by the waist and swung her around while pretending to grab the card from her. They both laughed deliriously, looking very much like happily married newlyweds. And that was the picture that some quick thinking fan with a Smartphone sold to a celebrity blog.
The next day the picture was all over the blogosphere with the caption: Love tackles the Jaguars’ quarterback. Back in her Buckhead office, Marcella’s eyes glittered with satisfaction when she saw the picture. “You’re doing a good job, J.T. A very good job.”
Aleesha had met them in front of Saks. Simone had spoken with her several times on the phone, so she had imagined someone totally different from the person standing in front of the department store. No taller than five feet and weighing less than one hundred pounds, she was petite and looked barely out of her teens. She had wide hazel eyes and black wavy hair that reached her waist. She looked like she was from the Dominican Republic. She’s so fragile looking, Simone thought. In no way did she look like the person barking orders to her over the phone.
J.T. had confided in her that he paid Aleesha eighty thousand dollars a year. He had joked that half of that was hazard pay for having to put up with Marcella. Simone knew that her high salary was partly because of Marcella, but mostly because she needed to be on call around the clock to be available for J.T. at the drop of a dime.
Aleesha she looked as though if smoking was allowed in the mall, she’d snatch out a cigarette, Simone knew that she had one before she’d come into the mall, because she reeked of cigarette smoke.
J.T. reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of bills. He peeled off several one hundred bills, and pushed them into Aleesha’s hands. “Thanks for today. Are you ladies ready to shop?” He walked into Saks. “Since we’re here.”
Two hours later, they emerged from the store, carrying only a few bags. Aleesha took the bags and headed out to J.T.’s SUV where she was going to lock their purchases up then meet them at their next stop.
“ Let’s see what’s going on at Gucci.” He grabbed her hand and tugged her along. Once people began to recognize him, they were stopped repeatedly for pictures and autographs, and being so appreciative of his fans, J.T. didn’t turn anyone down. The few minute trek to the store took three times as long. But once they were there, Simone forgot all about the delay.
Aleesha was already there, looking relaxed and Simone suspected that she had smoked a cigarette, but when she walked by her, the scent that wafted off her, wasn’t of the legal kind.
At Gucci, J.T. bought a pair of shoes, a couple pair of pants, and some shirts for himself. He got Simone two handbags, a python straight skirt and two bamboo thin bracelets. He also got her a diamantissima lariat necklace, which to the amusement of the staff he put around her neck right there. J.T. and Simone followed Aleesha to the SUV.
“ Let’s get something to eat then go over to Lenox. Then we’ll be done for today. I don’t want to shop too much, don’t want to encourage a carjacking,” he said and Simone understood. Times were hard, thus making people desperate and J.T. wasn’t immune to crime.
J.T. got a booth for them
J.T. laughed. “I am. Even though the card is in your name, I’ll pay the monthly balance. The bill will go directly to Kirk for payment. This way you won’t have to ask me for money all the time.”
She impulsively threw her arms around his neck. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” she chanted, so grateful for his generosity. Even though he was obligated to do it, it was still wonderful that he was just as excited as she.
J.T. hugged her. “You’re very welcome. Come on let’s shop. It has an unlimited credit line, so we can shop all day.”
“ We?” Simone teased and jumped out of the SUV. “This is mine.”
J.T. rounded the vehicle and grabbed Simone by the waist and swung her around while pretending to grab the card from her. They both laughed deliriously, looking very much like happily married newlyweds. And that was the picture that some quick thinking fan with a Smartphone sold to a celebrity blog.
The next day the picture was all over the blogosphere with the caption: Love tackles the Jaguars’ quarterback. Back in her Buckhead office, Marcella’s eyes glittered with satisfaction when she saw the picture. “You’re doing a good job, J.T. A very good job.”
Aleesha had met them in front of Saks. Simone had spoken with her several times on the phone, so she had imagined someone totally different from the person standing in front of the department store. No taller than five feet and weighing less than one hundred pounds, she was petite and looked barely out of her teens. She had wide hazel eyes and black wavy hair that reached her waist. She looked like she was from the Dominican Republic. She’s so fragile looking, Simone thought. In no way did she look like the person barking orders to her over the phone.
J.T. had confided in her that he paid Aleesha eighty thousand dollars a year. He had joked that half of that was hazard pay for having to put up with Marcella. Simone knew that her high salary was partly because of Marcella, but mostly because she needed to be on call around the clock to be available for J.T. at the drop of a dime.
Aleesha she looked as though if smoking was allowed in the mall, she’d snatch out a cigarette, Simone knew that she had one before she’d come into the mall, because she reeked of cigarette smoke.
J.T. reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of bills. He peeled off several one hundred bills, and pushed them into Aleesha’s hands. “Thanks for today. Are you ladies ready to shop?” He walked into Saks. “Since we’re here.”
Two hours later, they emerged from the store, carrying only a few bags. Aleesha took the bags and headed out to J.T.’s SUV where she was going to lock their purchases up then meet them at their next stop.
“ Let’s see what’s going on at Gucci.” He grabbed her hand and tugged her along. Once people began to recognize him, they were stopped repeatedly for pictures and autographs, and being so appreciative of his fans, J.T. didn’t turn anyone down. The few minute trek to the store took three times as long. But once they were there, Simone forgot all about the delay.
Aleesha was already there, looking relaxed and Simone suspected that she had smoked a cigarette, but when she walked by her, the scent that wafted off her, wasn’t of the legal kind.
At Gucci, J.T. bought a pair of shoes, a couple pair of pants, and some shirts for himself. He got Simone two handbags, a python straight skirt and two bamboo thin bracelets. He also got her a diamantissima lariat necklace, which to the amusement of the staff he put around her neck right there. J.T. and Simone followed Aleesha to the SUV.
“ Let’s get something to eat then go over to Lenox. Then we’ll be done for today. I don’t want to shop too much, don’t want to encourage a carjacking,” he said and Simone understood. Times were hard, thus making people desperate and J.T. wasn’t immune to crime.
J.T. got a booth for them
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