With Love, 𝙀𝙡𝙫𝙞𝙨

Chapter 19

Y/N HUDSON

JUNE  15, 1960

It was a week or two later and thankfully Elvis wasn't too busy, which meant more free time for everyone else. This led to Elvis throwing a get-together at Graceland. It wasn't meant to be a big party or anything of the sort; however, quite a few people did come, most of them being family or family friends.

Elvis didn't mind if you brought a few of your own friends, so you invited Ted, Delia, and Micah. Kassandra and Seth? Well, they were on their own.

This past week was an extreme drag for you. You and Seth were arguing nearly every day ever since you caught Kassandra leaving his house in the early hours of the morning when you went to drop off your niece.

This caused an immediate shift in your relationship with both people as you had no clue what went on behind those closed doors. Seth swore nothing happened, but you didn't want to hear anything he had to say. You didn't want to talk about it with anyone, scared as to what the media would say if they found out. So currently, you had been ignoring Seth for the past week, Annalise was staying with her mom, and as of right now, you had nothing to worry about.

You were seated at your vanity, running the product through your hair to give it that 'wet-beach' look. While applying the final touches to your look, someone knocked on the door. You stood up and walked over to the door, forgetting you were dressed solely in a white bikini since your cover-up was still hanging in the closet. When you opened the door, you were met with Jerry who immediately cocked his head to the side upon seeing you.

"Woah, Y/n, I'm sorry-"

You cut him off, your eyes widening in realization, "I completely forgot! I just finished getting ready," you nervously laughed. "What's up?"

"Just wanted to tell you that your friends are here, they're in the back with everyone else."

You nodded and thanked him. "Is it just Ted, Micah, and Delia?" You asked, wanting to make sure that Seth and Kassandra didn't come.

"I don't know your tea-party friends' names," Jerry joked.

You laughed as you thanked him once again and confirmed you'd be down in a second. You closed the door as he turned his shoulder and went to find the cover-up for your bikini.

Jerry basically ran down the stairs and went to find Elvis. He poked his head through the kitchen doorway and saw Priscilla walking away from the singer. Jerry rushed over to Elvis and grabbed his shoulder rather abruptly, making Elvis nearly spill his martini.

"Goddammit, Jerry! Nearly dropped my damn drink, whad'dya want?" Elvis shouted.

"EP, man, you needa get a look at Y/n!"

"What? What the hell are you on about?" He set his drink down on the counter.

"Maaaan," Jerry started, "she's got this small white bikini on and her hair looks real wet-"

Jerry continued on but Elvis tuned him out. He was thinking about how good your body looked in your satin nightgowns, so now he was eager to see your body in something as small as that bikini.

Just the thought of you barely dressed like that made his eyes roll back. It was thoughts like that which usually led to him picturing you two in the dark as your sweaty bodies lie together.