Faded Love! [Elvis Presley]

Chapter 10

I was working out a plan for Elvis. A little schedule. I was not sure if he would even be able or want to follow it. But if he had goals to do, something to work on himself then he might have more of a reason to actually doing them.

I add in little quotes for Elvis to on every little page to help brighten his day. The phone rings. I had to go and answer it. No maids around. No cooks around. So, I reach over and grab the phone.

"Graceland, home of Elvis Presley" I answer.

I place the phone up better to my ear so I would hear the person on the other end. "Sandra?"

"Ginger! Hi!" I answer. I knew who was on the other end. "Elvis is up. Want me to go get him?" I offer.

"No, I actually was hoping not to talk to him right now" she mutters.

"Something wrong?" I ask her.

She sighs. "There is. How well is Elvis's progress doing right now?" she questions me.

I smile. "Well he is really going through with the plan. He is doing so well" I praise him.

She is quiet. "That is wonderful. Can you give him a message for me?" she wonders.

I wondered where this was going? "Sure, I can. What is it?"

"I sort of.... sort of...met someone" she blurts out.

I feel a dread of shock wash through me. "What are you saying?"

"I met someone" she repeats herself again. "It just happened. I did not mean for it to happen. But it happened. And I am happy. When I was with Elvis at times, he made me happy. We have had many good times. He was what I thought was what I wanted. But he is ten times older than me. We really have nothing in common you know? This guy I met at my father's army base is my age. And we have so much in common. And Matthew makes me so happy!" she brags. "He has his own place. He wants to own a farm when he is done with the army training" rambles on Ginger.

"Ginger what about Elvis? This is going to crush him" I warn her.

Elvis was going to get pissed. All training we worked for would be thrown out the door. And he hated me. He was going to be sure to toss me out on my a*s. And I was going to be out of a job.

Just like that. All because Ginger met someone new. Elvis was going to be so devastated. He already took it so hard when she left. Now how was I supposed to give him the news that his fiancé was leaving him for someone else? My heart broke a little right there for him.

"That was why I was calling. I was hoping if he was well enough that he could take the news. I want to break things off with him" she says softly. "I want to be his friend maybe one day. But this is not what I want. And Matthew and I are moving forward with our lives"

I sigh. Elvis comes in the room. He looks all cheerful. My face falls. I did not want him to know Ginger was on the phone. He did not need her news right now. He would have a setback. I had a bad feeling about this. I had to put this off a bit longer.

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"Can you call me later tonight Mary Anne?" I say out loud.

"Mary Anne? Oh, is Elvis in the room?" Ginger asks me.

"Yes, he is Mary Anne. I better get back to work" I tell her.

"I will talk to you soon. Bye Sandra" Ginger hangs up.

"Talking to your friend? Want to go for a run?" Elvis asks me. "Or we could play a game of tennis?" he offers. "Have you ever played?" he asks me.

"Me? I never have played tennis before" I admit. "I was never good at sports"

"Well I could change that. I could teach you" he offers.

"Me? Play tennis" I giggle.

"Sure, why not?" he asks me.

"Alright. I am game" I agree to the challenge.

Elvis notices his name on the pad of notes I was working on. "So, what is all this here?" he asks me curiously.

"This is a little lay out plan. For you. And it keeps you on track" I explain. "I made one for me long long ago. It is a little planner. It really helps me. I go through every night taking notes and seeing what I need to do the next day"

He is standing so close to me. He smells so good. I wondered what his cologne was that he wore. I could almost feel his breath near the nape of my neck as he looks down at the notes I made. "Are those little quotes for me?" he asks me.

I nod. "Oh yes to inspire you"

"I like it" he tells me.

"Elvis are you really going to try it?" I wonder.

"Why not. So, are you up for tennis?" he asks me.

I get up off the chair I was sitting on in the kitchen. "Let's go" I agree.

I follow Elvis to his little tennis room that was down past the den and the pool table room. He tosses me a racket. He picks up a ball. He bounces it on the floor. Then shows how to toss it up. He aims then hits it and the ball flies at me. I duck and miss it. It nearly hits me. Elvis is laughing at my late reaction. He shakes his head.

"You are supposed to hit the ball does not dodge it" he warns me playfully.

I shake my head. "I got it! No, I can do this! Toss me another one!" I demand to him.

Elvis tosses another ball in the air. He hits it with the racket. Then it is flying at me. I wince. Then I duck again and the ball skids across the floor. I groan. Elvis is laughing at me. I was not good at tennis. I always sucked at all girls' sports in high school. I was not graceful enough for dancing either. I was not good at anything really.

"How about you toss me the ball then? And start the game?" Elvis asks me.

I nod. I grab one of the balls from the floor by me. "Alright boss" I say to him.

I toss the ball in the air like he had. I go to hit it to him. Then I miss and the ball falls to the floor. I grab the ball and try again. Finally, by the fourth try I hit the ball and if flies at Elvis.

He hits the ball back to me. I see the ball swirling in the air to me. I freeze then I duck and the ball falls to the ground. I groan. I was not good at this. I did not want to get hit with a tennis ball. To make matters worse Elvis was now laughing at me.

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Again!

"Stop laughing! I am horrible at this game!" I moan.

"Yes, yes you really are!" he chuckles.

"Not helping!" I warn him.

He comes over to my side. "I can teach you how to play" he offers.

"I am unteachable" I warn him.

He shakes his head. "I can teach you" he offers.

He is standing so close behind me now. He hands me a ball then puts it in my hand. He has my right arm that is holding the racket. "Lift up like so" he demands to me.

I do as I am told. I lift my arm up. "Toss the ball down to the floor. Keep your eye on the ball" he orders me sternly. I take a deep breath. I could almost feel his firm chest pressed up along my back side. It was a little hard to concentrate with him beside me. So close. He maybe my boss. But he was still suave sexy Elvis Presley.

I toss the ball to the ground. It bounces back up off the floor. "Now!" he orders. "Hit the ball!" he demands.

I hit the ball. The ball heads across the room then is flying. It hits the other side of the wall. Then it is heading right at me. I wince as I focus on the ball. I begin sweat. I could almost feel that ball hit me right in the forehead. It was going to hit me. I had to duck. Elvis grabs my waist. With both hands.

"Stay" he warns me. "Hold the racket up. HIT IT! NOW!" he orders me.

I slam the racket into the ball. The ball flies across the room. I did it! I did not wince. I cheer a little with happiness. "I did it!" I cheer. Then the ball was heading back. I forget and it hits me right in the head. "OUCH!" I groan in pain.

Elvis is behind me and he is laughing at me now. I punch him lightly on the arm. "Elvis!" I huff.

"I told you that you could do it!" he praises me.

"I am so tired. Can we take a break? I think it is lunch time" I say as I glance up at the clock on the wall.

"Sure, why not" he agrees.

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We head back up to the kitchen. Mary already had lunch ready for us when we got there. Egg salad sandwiches'. Peach tea. With a side of strawberries for dessert. Cut fresh berries.

We all sit down for lunch in the dining room area. Vernon joins us. Everyone is in a cheerful mood. Vernon and Elvis were chatting away. I was chowing down on food. I was starving. I did not have a big breakfast before. I worked up an appetite.

"When is the wedding son?" Vernon asks Elvis. "I thought you said you said a date, right?" his father was asking about Ginger.

"We had pop. We are going to marry at Christmas. Christmas Eve" he brags happily.

I nearly choke on my food.

"Are you alright there Sandra?" Elvis worries over me.

I nod as I drink the peach tea down. "I am fine" I say.

Poor Elvis. He had no idea that Ginger was planning on breaking his heart. There was not going to be a Christmas wedding. That Ginger met someone else. I could not tell him the bad news. Ginger would have to tell him. I only hoped that when Elvis did find out about Ginger cheating on him that this would not set back his health. And that he would keep going. I only hoped that I was going to still have a job as well.

"Something wrong Sandra? You look like you lost your best friend" jokes Elvis.

I shake my head. "No, I am fine" I lie.

He nods.

I sigh. Poor guy. How was he going to take this? Would he let me help him when he was down? Or was this the end for me to?

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