Thinking Out Loud

Chapter 3

Jessica's P.O.V

I woke up to the blinding sunshine through the curtains and the worlds worst headache.

Looking around, I could tell I wasn't in my home and I wasn't sleeping on Lucas. I jumped up out of the bed and looked at the man who had slept next to me.

It was none other than Elvis Presley????

I screamed as loud as possible, "WHY AM I IN BED WITH ELVIS PRESLEY?!?!"

Which of course woke him up, startled. As exciting as it was to be meeting the handsome Elvis face to face; I was going to be damned to hell because of the affair that just happened.

"what's wrong sattnin?" he questioned with his low southern accent.

I never answered him, I looked down at what I was wearing which made the affair thing even more believable.

"oh my gosh, did we--?"

"no! no! darlin', I thought you wanted to get out of that snug dress so I gave you some of my clothes." he got up and made his way over to me.

I backed up a little, placing my hand on his chest to let him know when he was close enough. Not gonna lie, he was a million times more handsome in person.

"tell me what happened last night and why im in your hotel room." I demanded sternly.

he laughed a little, which i found odd 'cause this is no laughing matter. "you were at the local, hammered. I came in to get a drink and I saw you drunk off your little behind. I thought I would take ya to my hotel room so no one could take such a beautiful little honey like you and do horrible things to ya." he stated quite charmingly.

I could feel my cheeks get hotter and hotter. Not of anger but of embarrassment. I walked over and sat on the end of the bed with my face in my hands.

"goodness, I met Elvis Presley for the first time and I was drunker than a skunk!" I felt so embarrassed.

he sat next to me, laughed and then removed my hands. "drunk or not, you're still a dime." he finished the sentence off with that side swept smile that any girl goes crazy over.

after a few seconds of starin at each other, I broke our gaze and stood up. "uhhh..Elvis, can you take me home?" I asked him.

his facial expression saddened for a few moments but brightened and he stood up saying, "let me take you out to eat first, you're probably starving."

he's right, I could eat a cow.

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"What would you like to eat, sweetheart?" he glanced up from his menu.

even though I've heard that word before so many times, coming from Lucas. it was amazing to hear coming out of Elvis Presley's mouth.

"ummm..I'll have some eggs, toast and sausage, and some orange juice, please." I told the waitress.

Elvis looked at the waitress and flashed that million dollar smile and told her he would be having the same.

The young waitress was starstruck as she wrote down our orders, "anything for you sir" she said to him, but gave me a stink eye when she walked away.

apparently I wasn't the only one who caught that because I can see Elvis' face get redder and redder.

I tried to cool him down and start a conversation. "so, Mr. Presley, what brings you down to California?" I spoke with a smile.

"well baby, I'm working on a movie down here called Loving You" he replied with a smile as well.

I gasped "really? that's so amazing, I just might see the film!" I giggled.

his face brightened with an ear to ear smile. "you should come to the set with me!"

"Today?"

"Today!" he exclaimed.

"oh no. I can't. I have work at 3, I just can't. plus, I look horrible." I argued.

he looked me up and down and I suddenly became insecure and self-conscious but all of that went away when he said, "you look like a doll on a shelf, honey."

I couldn't help but smile as I fidgeted with my wedding ring, I looked back up at him, "Elvis you should know that I'm married."

Elvis' P.O.V.

her stunning smile changed to a really good poker face.

"Elvis you should know that I'm married."

my eyes flickered to her left hand and squinted my eyes at the ring.

"I don't see no ring there, darlin'" I told her.

she lifted up her hand to show me better and said, "it's clearly right there."

"shit, I'll be damned; you do got a ring there, it ain't worthy of you though sweet cheeks. you deserve a better ring than that, I can barely see the diamond on that." I smirked at her.

"Elvis! that's rude! if you love the person you marry, it doesn't matter the size of the diamond!" she fought.

it made me laugh of course, she's adorable when she's mad. "I'm just saying darlin'! an amazing dime like you deserves the biggest diamond in the world!" and I knew after that, that she couldn't help but smile.

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after I dropped off Jessica Rowe to her house so she could get to work, I walked over to the hotel room where my boys where staying.

As the door was opened by my dad, I smiled hugely at him, "goodmorning daddy!" i exclaimed and kissed his forehead.

when I walked in I was still smiling and I couldn't help it! "Ohhh lord, E met a girl" Red said as he stood up.

my jaw dropped and I gasped "what makes you think that!" I jokingly asked.

"you can see it in your face, you're sicker than a lovesick puppy!" he replied.

"okaaay boys, I met the most beautiful, amazing, funny, and smartest woman I've ever met!! she's got me boys, I want to have her!"

Vernon gave me a stern look, "we all know you're not one to hold down a relationship; are you sure you really want to be with this girl? 'cause we don't want to see another one heartbroken 'cause you found another one you were 'in love' with."

I gave it long, hard thought and I looked back up at him. "yes daddy, I want to be with this woman."

AUTHORS NOTE:

chapter 4 will be up shortly!