Epilogue
Molly
Jazz and I have been together for over five months now. I am convinced that he is the man I want to grow old with. I have arranged for my jet to take us to Las Vegas for a special event before going to Los Angeles to film my next movie.
Jazz
It was a fancy chapel looking place that the limo pulled up to. “Today I am going to promise you my love forever,” Molly told me. As soon as we came into the chapel Molly was taken to a private room and I was taken to another.
In my room there was a black Tuxedo waiting for me with a white dress shirt, black bowtie and black dress shoes. That makes me think that Molly is probably getting dressed in her room as well.
When I came out of my room, I found that there was a brides maid and a best man already waiting for the ceremony. I am incredulous that I am about to marry the hottest actress in America.
When I look back toward the entrance, I see that there is a Hollywood film crew all ready to film the wedding. I am sure that this will be very exclusive footage that Hollywood will no doubt flood the nation with as their hottest commodity ties the knob with her mysterious lover…the Smut Writer.
Molly is breathtaking in her bone white wedding dress. She is absolutely beaming with happiness as
we lock eyes with each other. “I love you,” her lips tell me silently. “Ditto,” I reply. The film crew is recording her from the back as well as the front with the editing and melding taking place later in the Hollywood studio that is filming the event.
I am completely dazzled as we say our vows holding hands. At the end of the vows I find that the man who is my best man has a wedding ring for me to give Molly. Her maid of honor had a ring for Molly to present me with.
The rings are matching Platinum rings with a ring of crushed diamonds around the center of the rings. When told that I can kiss the bride, Molly crushes her lips to mine and we have a deeply passionate kiss that the film crew records every moment of.
Once back in the limo, Molly informs me that the jet is going to take us to Hollywood next for a reception gala that all of the Who’s Who of Hollywood will attend with lots of film coverage by carefully selected reporters and cameramen.
While the limo was taking us to the airport, Molly and I kissed like the lovers in love that we are.
On the hour and ten minute flight to Los Angeles, Molly lifted the back of her wedding dress and I fucked her doggy style right out in the conference area of the plane amazed that she had no panties on under the wedding dress.
There was a massive wedding cake at the huge reception hall that we came to. Molly and I made a deal that we would feed each other a piece of cake but not do any smearing of the cake on each other.
On a humorous note, I saw the man who I had taken Molly away from on the night we met. Although he had a sexy starlet on his arm, he still had a scowl on his face when he watched us feeding each other the cake.
I chuckled when Molly danced us over next to him and his date during a slow dance. She made a point of grinding on me while she gazed directly into his eyes.
As I gazed around the room, I was amazed by all of the famous people in the room. Now, I will probably be on the same plane with them as Molly’s husband and fame of my own as an author. This is like a fairy tale come true and I am embracing it all.
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