#elvissmut

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Part Two

Part Three

Summary: Elvis is feeling a little insecure about his recent weight gain. You show him there is no need.

Note: I’m back! I hope I didn’t leave y’all for too long! I don’t know how much I’ll be uploading Drabbles and such again but I hope you enjoy this as an apology! Proofread once soooo hopefully it’s good!

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Warnings: 18+ oral (m,f receiving)

“Elvis, can you come zip me up?” You begin to stare at your figure in the satin dress your fiancé had bought you earlier in the month. You had definitely had begun to fill out your clothes a lot easier. You sighed as you caressed your stomach and tried to suck in. He swatted at your hands and wrapped his arms around you. His chin resting softly on your shoulder.

Pairing: Elvis & female!reader

Summary: After finding out about Elvis infidelity, you decide to have one final decision before you walk out the door for good.

Word Count: ???

Warnings: Confession time, talks of pregnancy, Smut

Author's Notes: Welcome to the final act.

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You hang up the phone, and Elvis' heart drops. He's lost you. A tear trickles down his cheek as he hangs up the phone. He calls off the search as you asked, and everything goes quiet.

Elvis goes up to his room to reflect on his life and on you. He kneels in front of the window to pray to God for clarity and guidance, but most of all forgiveness. He wants you back so badly he'd do anything.

"God, I love her," he weeps. "I need a miracle, Lord. Bring her back to me, and I'll never ever screw up again. I'll mend each and every promise I've broken to have her back in my arms. I'll be faithful. I'll pledge my undying love to her and only her. She's the love of my life. Please, Lord."

Elvis collapses on the floor in tears, curling up in the fetal position. Elvis waits for some sort of miracle to happen. He doesn't know what to expect, but he'll wait. He will wait for you.

.....

On the other side of the line, you sit with a cool compress on your head and a heating pad on your tummy. You believe the stress from everything has brought you to this point. You've had break-ups before, but nothing like this. Your stomach is knots, and you feel queezy.

"Y/N?" Sharon starts. "You feeling any better."

"I feel so strange," you answer slowly. "This stress on my body is... I don't know. I just think it would be best if Elvis and I distanced ourselves from one another. He needs to find out what he wants."

"What if he wants you?" Sharon questions. "Are you still going to ask him for a divorce?"

"Yes."

You take a deep breath as you speak. Why do you feel nauseous? You begin to question everything that led to this. Did you eat something bad? Is this a realization and the result of an unfit union?

"Y/N, have you vomited again?" Sharon asks.

"Once, after I hung up the phone with him. I ran straight to the bathroom. It just seems like it's gotten worse over the last couple of days," you admit.

"When did this start?"

"A few weeks ago. On and off a few times. I thought it was stress from Elvis' lack of love for me. That and the roast from the night before."

"Y/N, when was the last time you and Elvis slept together?"

"Three days ago. The day I left him."

"And before that?" Sharon asks.

"A month or so. We made love, and then a few days later, it was like he started to resent me."

"You just start feeling this way?"

"Sharon, what are you getting at?" You ask, rebuking this line of questioning.

Sharon smiles and takes you by the hand. She leads you to the bathroom, placing you in front of the mirror.

"My dearest little sister. You've been sick and moody for a full month. When was the last time you had your period?" Sharon asks.

Your eyes widen as you cover your mouth. You've been so worried about losing Elvis that you didn't realize you skipped your period.

"I... I thought it was stress, Sharon." You say. "I've missed periods before, but I was stressed."

Sharon pulls out a pregnancy test from the bathroom cabinet, handing it to you.

"Let's find out," Sharon says calmly.

.....

Fifteen minutes later...

It only takes ten minutes for you to get an accurate read on a pregnancy test. You are nervous. You can't stop pacing the floor. Your palms are sweaty. Your feet are sore, and your tummy keeps doing flips.

If this test proves you're a mommy. That means Elvis will be a daddy. This changes everything. You want a divorce, yet you want this baby to have both parents. Something you and Sharon didn't have growing up. You have no doubt that Elvis will be a good father. A great father, in fact. He was raised in the home with both his parents. Loving parents who supported him in everything he did. That's what you wanted for your child.

You try to focus on your breath and relax. The last few days have been stressful. If you are pregnant, stress is not good for you.

"Well?" Sharon questions, peeking her head in the door.

"Well, what?" You turn to look at her.

"I'm I going to be an aunt or not?"

You put your hands through your hair and breathe.

"Sharon," you begin with tears in your eyes. "Once I look at the test, my life will forever change.

Sharon slowly walks into the bathroom, placing her hands on your arms she asks you,

"You want me to check for you?"

"I... I... yes... no, don't. Yes, please."

Before you can stop her, Sharon grabs the test off the counter. Her face is blank, giving you no clue as to what the answer is to the questions of the day.

"So???" You breathe and wait with anticipation.

Sharon looks over at you with a small smirk on her face.

"Elvis placed a bun in your oven, Y/N."

"Holy... shit," you breathe a sigh of relief as you place your hands on your stomach.

You are happy, but you are still at a loss for words. This baby isn't just yours, but it's Elvis' as well.

"What am I going to do, Shar?"

"Little sister. You're going home, and you're going to tell Elvis he's going to be a father. I have a feeling he's very sorry. Despite everything that he did. You need to speak to him. Tell him the truth. You can do that much."

Gently, Sharon grabs you and gives you a hug. She does her job as a big sister, comforting you and telling you the truth you try to deny. You are really reluctant to follow her advice, yet you know she's right.

The next day, you borrow Sharon's car to return to Graceland. The drive is only ten miles, but it might as well have been an eternity. Every mile felt like a hundred miles. Your stomach's in knots as you drive through the gates.

Before you go into the house, you say a silent prayer. As if you weren't saying one on your way to Graceland.

"Strength. God, grant me the strength," you whisper as you stand at the front door.

You walk in, not knowing what to expect. You hear Elvis' voice immediately, following his it beyond the kitchen into the Jungle Room. You see all the guys in there as Elvis sings Unchained Melody on the piano.

His voice has always lit a fire deep within your heart and soul. When he sings, Elvis builds a connecting bridge between himself and his fans, and you aren't an exception to that rule. It's part of the reason you love him so much. Your heart swells as Elvis unleashes this beautiful part of himself to everyone in the room. These private singing sessions always made you feel special because it almost seemed that it was all for you.

As Elvis ends the song, you exhale the breath you didn't realize you were holding in. Every eye turns to look at you, and Elvis looks up from his piano.

He loses his breath as he sees the image of you clear in his view. A sight for sore eyes. If you only knew how much he missed you. If you only realized how much he prayed for you in the last week. He wished on every star in the sky that his angel would return to him, and here you are.

Elvis slowly raises from the piano bench. His heart beats out of control, yet he remains composed. He wants to run to you and embrace you. He wants to place soft kisses all over your body, but he doesn't want to scare you away like a timid doe.

"Y/N," Elvis says, his voice as clear as a bell on Sunday morning.

"Hello, Elvis," you reply.

"Gentleman," Elvis announces, his eye never leaving you. "Please give us the room."

They all pile out the room as asked. A few of them pat your shoulders as they pass. It's just you and Elvis alone in the room.

"You're home, baby," he says.

"No, but we need to talk."

"Yes, we do. I... me first, please?" Elvis asks, extending his hand to you.

In good faith, you take his hand. Elvis smiles and walks you to the couch, sitting you both down. He notices a glow about you, and it makes him want to kiss you so badly. But he behaves himself. Good things come to those who wait. He holds your hands in his bigger hands, trembling.

"Baby, I'm so glad you're back. I've missed you. I...I got you something amazing. I hope you like it," he says, pulling a box out of his pocket.

You had a feeling Elvis would do this. Elvis never ever had a problem expressing himself verbally. If he was happy or angry or even hungry. He expressed it. If he was sad or depressed Elvis would tell you and the guys. But for some reason, Elvis could never verbally admit when he was wrong or apologize. He'd buy luxurious gifts to compensate for his wrongdoings. It made you mad.

"For fuck sake, you can't even apologize. Can you? Buying me gifts doesn't make up my what you've done."

"Y/N, I... I give you every fucking thing you could want and you..."

"Stop!" You shout, jumping off the couch. "Elvis, stop. I'm done arguing. I didn't come here to argue. I came here to tell you something and leave."

"I don't want you to leave, Y/N," Elvis says, standing before you. "I have more to say. I can't be without you. You are worth every fight. We need to work this out. Come back home, and things will be different. I promise..."

"Elvis, I'm pregnant," you blurt out.

The look on Elvis' face is unreadable, but you continue talking anyway.

"I can't stay here with you like this. I choose this baby. I don't want to lose him or her because you and I got into an argument about whatever."

Elvis falls to his knees, embracing you in a hug. He kisses your tummy, leaving you speechless. Tears pour from your eyes as you feel his soft lips kiss you. He grabs a fist full of the back of your dress.

"Baby, this is incredible," Elvis says, looking up at you. "I prayed to God that something would link us together. This is it, baby. Don't you see?!"

"Elvis, I... I can't."

Elvis stands up, looking you in your eyes. He touches your damp cheeks, wiping the tears away.

"You can't leave me, baby," Elvis says. "I just want to know one thing, Y/N. Then, if you really want to leave, I-I-I won't stop ya."

"What?" You ask. Caught in his grasp.

"Who's ever gonna love you like me? Huh? You once said that I was it for you. Who gonna kiss your lips like me?"

Elvis softly places a kiss on your lips, and you melt like butter in his arms.

"Y/N, who's gonna kiss your spots for you? Your cheeks? The soft spot on your neck that makes your knees quiver," Elvis whispers as he kisses your neck.

Your eyes roll back as his soft lips place kisses on your neck as his hands slowly travel down your back. Elvis was right. No one would love you like he does. No one will take the time to learn your body the way he has. Elvis has ruined sex for you. No one can touch you the way he can, but you're to obstinate to admit it. If Elvis wants you back, he has to work for you. Yet, he still hasn't said the words to open your heart to him again.

"Baby," Elvis says. "Who knows how to work your pussy like me? How to tune you up and lay you down?"

Elvis sits you down on the couch once more. Bowing in front of you, he tenderly spreads your legs away. He lifts your dress up to expose your panties to him. You try to control your breathing, but it's hitched. You know what's coming.

"Does he notice how wet my panties are?" You wonder to yourself.

You know you're in trouble once he rubs the pad of his thumb over your covered entrance. Your chest heaves as Elvis looks into your eyes. He laces both of his index fingers into your panties, slowly pulling them down your legs.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry, baby," Elvis says. "I'm so damn sorry. I... never meant to hurt you. You are my everything."

And with that beautiful apology, you open your heart and accept all that he gives you. Elvis places his lips to your wet, throbbing clit. You sit back and enjoy the ride Elvis takes you on to erotic pleasure. You feel more sensitive than usual. He lathers his tongue all over your clitorus, making you moan out his name.

He then removes his mouth from you to gaze at your blized out face. You are so beautiful to him. He loves you so much. Without warning, Elvis inserts his middle and ring finger into your wet pussy. Causing you to cry out for him.

"Elvis! Ahh!"

"Baby, no one can ever do to you what I do," Elvis whispers. "You're mine. You'll always be mine, and I'm yours."

"Yes," you moan.

Elvis places his lips back to your clit as his fingers furiously work your sweet spot. It's as if he's singing to your clit as he strums your insides. Your chest heaves as you try to maintain your breathing. The heat at your core is like coals swelling to fire. You scratch his scalp as he brings you to the brink of pleasure.

You cum as you grind softly into his face. Elvis has taken all your strength from you. You couldn't leave even if you wanted to.

Elvis laps up some of your nectar before standing up to take his clothes off. His body's armed and ready for you. His cock is rock hard, aiming to plunge deep within you. He teases your entrance instead of immediately driving his cock into you. This teasing has you squirming with excitement.

"Is this okay?" Elvis asks.

You nod your head with enthusiasm as he lifts your leg and gently pushes into you. You both moan at the sensation of being connected together. Elvis steadies his pace as he pumps in and out of you. You grab onto he firmly. He feels better than the last time. You don't know how, but the passion is more powerful than any other time you've had sex. Maybe it's because you're pregnant, or maybe it's because Elvis means to prove to you that you're the one for him. Either way, you accept it.

You push yourself up into Elvis as he pushes into you, giving as much as you take. You look into each other's eyes, seeing into one another's souls.

"Forgive me, Y/N," Elvis pleads. "Forgive me for all I've done. I love you."

"Y-yes," you stutter out.

"Stay with me and be mine," he whispers, pounding harder into you.

"I will, daddy waddy!" You scream as you cum once more.

Elvis isn't far behind you cumming inside you once more. If you were pregnant before the makeup session, you are now. Elvis wraps you up in his arms, placing kisses on your neck up to your face. You missed this. This high school/honeymoon phase of your relationship. The moments when he was so gentle, kind, and extra loving. He rubs your tummy, causing you to remember that you two are alone.

"We're having a baby, Y/N, baby," Elvis whispers as he kisses your lips.

"We're having a baby, E," you say with a smile on your face.

This moment couldn't be more perfect. And just thinking in eight months, your baby would be in your arms. Life is splendid.

Austin!Elvis x reader

Summary: Your friends tell you it’s now or never to lose yourself to the pleasure of a one night stand. Though, what would you do if that one might stand was newcomer, Elvis Presley?

Note: Thank you for 200 followers! Just wrote this small thing while college finals were killing my brain last week so I hope it makes sense and y’all like it! This is supposed to mimic desperation and naïveté in one night stands :)

Warnings: SMUT! Minors DNI!

“You’ve gotta be kiddin’ me, Kath! I can’t do that! I’d be embarassin’ myself in front of that Memphis boy if I did that!” You covered your face in mortification.

“Come on! You gotta admit y’all two had a real good connection on that stage! He was only lookin’ at ya! Ain’t that right, Patti?” Your older friend elbowed the love struck nerd in the side rather roughly. She wheezes out the air she was sobbing out earlier.

“Y-yes, Y/N. Go seduce that Presley boy so I can stare at the other talents.” She waved her manicured hand in the air as you rolled your eyes and huffed in defeat. What the hell were they thinking sending you to the hotel door step of THE rising star of the Louisiana Hayride?

(One Shot)

Pairing: Elvis & female!reader

Summary: Elvis is the love of your life, and you live happily at Graceland together. You and Elvis make a bet to see who can go without sex the longest. Who do you think will break first?

Word Count: 4.7K

Warnings: Kissing, may have cussing, and all the above SMUT!!! Only for mature audiences. View discretion is advised!

Author's Notes: I got this idea from an episode of the 90s hit sitcom Martin. I was just picturing Elvis in this situation with his girlfriend, and it turned into this. Enjoy.

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Elvis and I have a whirlwind romance full of fun, laughs, passion, and amazing, mind-blowing sex. It was like we two couldn't keep your hands off one another.

We dated for a whole month before Elvis officially put the moves on me. Then, it was a never-ending game of sex. A new position even day. A make-out session in the morning. A blow job in the afternoon. Elvis made me a co-pilot of the mile high club. Thirty thousand feet in the sky at take off!

After nearly a year of nonstop love making, I started to question if this was all I was good for. I know you love Elvis as a person. His kindness and generosity were unmatched. He knew how to make me laugh, but I wondered what it was about me that kept Elvis interested. I don't think myself the prettiest girl, though Elvis always said otherwise.

"How's my pretty girl doing?" He'd say, kissing my neck. Whispering in my ear.

"Better. You're here." I'd reply. Elvis is the love of my life. I'd do anything he would ask of me. He didn't want much. Just my time, which he filled with dirty moments.

This morning, Elvis left Graceland early for a special recording session. Leaving me alone with my devices. I helped clean around the house a bit and helped cook in the kitchen. I was never one to be waited on. I've always liked to help.

I decided to make one of Elvis' favorite cakes. Ms. Mary was kind enough to help me bake it. I did all the mixing and stirring. Ms. Mary heated up the oven and floured up the bundt pan.

I heard a ruckus coming in through the front door, and I knew Elvis was home. My heart swoons, but I don't go running to him. Instead, I allow him to come to me. I know the cake is baked enough for the aroma to fill the house. Elvis will be here in three, two, one...

There he is coming around the corner into the kitchen. He smirks at meas he enters the room.

"Hey, baby girl." Elvis says, walking in the room. He rounds the counter and kisses your cheek. "It smells good."

"I'm glad you think so because it's a Coca-Cola Bundt Cake. Your favorite."

"Oh no. That's not my favorite cake." I look at him in shock and worry at my mistake. I could have sworn Coca-Cola Bundt Cake was his favorite. I glance at Ms. Mary, and she's just as confused as I am.

"I'm sorry, E." I say, rubbing the front of my apon.

"No worries, baby. Really. I have this book upstairs that will tell you my favorite cake." Elvis takes me by hand and walks me up the back stairs to the bedroom.

"So what's your favorite cake, Elvis?"

Elvis puts me up against the wall and lays a big kiss on my lips.

"You're my favorite cake, Y/N." Elvis kisses me passionately, and I reciprocate his action. Elvis slides his hand between my legs into my wet heat. I can't help but moan at the sensation of his touch.

"Baby, what did I say about wearing panties?" Elvis scorns me.

"To not to." I breathe.

Elvis shakes his head and rips my panties off. I moan loudly, gripping ahold of his shoulders. You know what's coming next? Elvis tosses my panties to the side, unzips his pants to display his hardened cock. He thrusts into me fast and furiously. He knows all my spots to make me moan, scream, and cum when he wants. I'm completely at his mercy.

Five minutes later, we're both back downstairs in the kitchen with the Mafia eating cake.

"This is some good cake." Lamar says.

"Best cake in Tennessee! I'll have another piece." Joe chimes in. "Ms. Mary bakes the best cakes."

"Actually, Joe. My best girl made it for me." Elvis throws his arm around my shoulders, bringing me closer to him and kisses my forehead.

"Y/N, I didn't know you could like this." Lamar says.

"Thanks, Lamar." I answered him. "It's really nothing."

"Baby, this is something. If Ms. Nancy or Ms. Mary needs a break, I got you." Elvis says.

How did I get the sweetest guy in the world? Must be fate. Elvis is in a great mood, so maybe he'll be willing to hear me out later about our intimate life.

Two hours later, the guys leave for home. Elvis and I walk them out and see the parade of cars leave out the gate. We both head back inside, holding hands.

I look up at Elvis as he locks the door. He has the lusty look in his eyes.

"Alone at last." He says, cupping my face in his hands and kissing my lips.

My heart swoons, but I gently pull away from him.

"Hmm. Elvis, we need to talk." I interrupt.

"Okay, let's talk." Elvis says, walking us into the living room. We both sit on the sofa.

I take a deep breath and look in those beautiful oceanic hues that would bring me to my knees. I shake off the sensation of lust and clear my throat.

"Is everything okay, baby. You're scaring me." Elvis says.

"Fine, I just... need to talk to you about us."

"My favorite subject." Elvis says, leaning forward to kiss me.

I pull away. "E, is this all I'm good for? Sex?" I asked.

"What?" Elvis asks, confused at my reaction.

"Is sex all you want from me? Why am I here?"

"Are you kiddin'? I love you, Y/N. I love everything about you." *pause* "Almost everything." Elvis smiles at me, then brushes my cheek.

"Other than sex, what is everything you like about me?"

"Hmm, let's see." Elvis sits and ponders for a moment. "I love your laugh. I love the way you laugh at a joke, even if it's not that funny. You think about other's feelings because you care. I love the way you care. I appreciate it when you listen to me about the spiritual things of the world. You understand me in a way that most don't. Y/N, baby, you took the time to make my favorite cake. No girlfriend of mine has ever made me my favorite cake! That's why I love you. All these things just make you more attractive."

"I love you, too, Elvis. I love you because you choose to show me the things that are important to you. Things I know you wouldn't open up to others about. You have a beautiful soul that matches your beauty on the outside. You're so special." I say, sliding my hand up his jaw and into his hair.

We both place our foreheads together for a moment. Elvis leans down and kisses my lips. It goes for an innocent kiss to a passionate kiss. To that let's fuck kiss.

"E, wait." I pull away.

"What, baby?" He says.

"You say all those beautiful things, and yet you still want to sleep."

"Y/N, you like it just as much as I do. If not more. Especially the way you moan my name. Elvis, oh Elvis. Don't stop. Right there. Harder, please." He mimics me.

I widen my eyes, and I back hand his arm.

"Shut up, Elvis Presley! I do not!" I say, lying to myself if I'm being honest. "I can go without sex longer than you can."

"Like hell you can!"

"Wanna bet?"

"What's the bet, baby?"

"No sex for a week. No French kissing. No fingering. No licking. No blow jobs. No eating. No masturbating. No foreplay. No mounting. No. Sex." I list my demands and cross my arms, waiting for Elvis' response.

I can see the blood leave Elvis' face. His jaw clutches, and he swallows away his pride. Physically. Elvis loves a good bet. He loves competition, but this is a bit much even for him. No sex of any kind for an entire seven day stretch.

"Okay, baby. I'll see your bet, and I'll raise it to two weeks."

Shock courses through me at the thought that he makes such a counter offer.

"Okay, Elvis Presley. Deal." I say.

"Should we seal it with a kiss, Y/N?" He whispers, looking me in the eyes.

"No kissing. Remember?"

"No. You said no French kissing."

I shake my head. He's right. I did say no French kissing because I would hate to miss those lushes' lips of his.

I look at him and lean over to peck him on the lips slowly. As I move away. I say,

"The deal starts now, E."

"Fine with me, baby."

"The first one who cracks or gives in loses."

"What does the winner get?"

"What do you want?"

Elvis pauses for a moment and thinks about a prize. Then he smirks at me. "I'll tell you when I win, baby."

"Ha ha! Do you really think you'll win against me?"

"Absolutely, Y/N. You can't resist my charm. These good looks. My blue eyes. This..."

Elvis takes my hand and places it over his hardened dick. My heart sinks, but I gently pull away.

"We shall see."

Day one: Elvis and I slept in the same bed but kept our distance. He left for work early and returned to find me sitting in the living room on the sofa, face deep in a magazine.

"Hey E." I smiled at him as he walked in.

"Hey, baby. How's your day going?"

He asked me.

"Oh, amazing." I explained. "I cleaned out the closet and got rid of some old clothes. Threw away some old shoes of mine. I helped Ms. Nancy with dinner. Made another cake."

"Coca-Cola Bundt Cake?" Eagerness layers through Elvis' voice.

"Yep. We needed another bundt after the Mafia devoured the first one. How was recording?"

"Good. Got through two songs without breaking a sweat." He said.

"I'm proud of you."

"I'm proud of me too. I think I deserve a bath." Elvis says as he starts to go upstairs.

"Oh, Elvis..." I said, truly knowing his intentions. "No masturbating, remember?"

"The bet is still on. I'm really just going to take a quick bath and get ready for dinner. I swear."

"Okay. I'll see you in a few minutes."

"Five minutes tops, baby."

Day two: I love our bed. Other than being one of the most comfortable beds, it's king size. We don't have to invade each other's space. Any other day, we spoon each other, but with the bet going, we stay on our sides of the bed.

I actually volunteered to sleep in another room, so neither of us would be tempted, but Elvis loved having me close by. I loved being near him, but I feared one of us would crack too soon.

Elvis turned over and grabbed me up in his strong arms. It felt great being in his arms. It is one of the safest places in the world. Every girl deserves to have this feeling... well, if you're in the beginning of a bet, maybe not this feeling.

"Put Little Elvis away." I firmly said.

"He wants to play." Elvis said, his voice full of sleep.

"Are you caving so soon?"

"No, I'm not. You're caving."

"Only if I give in and I'm not giving in. But you're cheating. You came on my side of the bed."

"Technically, this is my whole bed."

I turned and looked at him like he lost his mind. I pulled the sheets and blankets off of me and hissed, "Technically, I can leave."

I stormed to the door, and Elvis rushed behind me. He grabs me from behind and buries his head in my neck.

"Baby, I just joshin' ya. I promise to stay on my side and behave."

I turned and looked at him. Elvis gave me those big, beautiful puppy eyes. I faulted under his gaze like a ton of bricks. He walked me back to bed and kissed me goodnight once again.

We stayed on our sides of the bed. I heard him get back to sleep, but I stayed up and contemplated the situation. If I caved to him getting me to lay back down, what was stopping me from having intercourse with him? Maybe this is a more difficult situation than I originally thought it to be.

Day Four: We both behaved ourselves on day three. Elvis kept his hands busy at work and did things with the Mafia before coming home completely spent.

I made myself busy around Graceland house. Dusting, swiping, and baking more cakes. I tried my hand at a double chocolate three layer cake. I impressed Ms. Nancy with my baking skills.

"Y/N, you better stop making these cakes, or I'll be out of a job." She joked.

"No, Elvis loves you. You're part of the family. I'm just trying to keep my hands busy and out of trouble." I told Ms. Nancy, as I icing the cake.

"Out of trouble? You've been cleaning this house from top to bottom for the last four days. Ms. Mary took me what you be doing on my off days. You got the maids talking and all. What's going on?" She asked, with true concern in her voice.

I stopped playing over the cake and looked at Ms. Nancy. Oh, how serious she appeared. She reminded me of my grandmother at times. The same down to earth care and attitude. This face meant that I better explain myself immediately. I sat down on the stool beside her and spoke.

"I had a really vivid dream last night, and I'm just trying to keep it at bay." I told her.

"You wanna talk on it, hun?"

I shook my head. "No, ma'am."

She nodded her head and left it at that. I couldn't tell her. My dream wasn't a nightmare but a fantasy. A fantasy I fear would come true. Me jumping on Elvis and riding his dick out to kingdom cum!

Of course, I enjoy the intimate pleasures of being with him. I love him, but this test wasn't just for him. This test was for me as well, and I feel myself failing. I will win.

Day Seven: I decided to give the house a break and go have a spa day with a couple of the girls. Joanie and Sandy are my two most trusted friends whom I love dearly.

We three sat by the hydration pool after our massages. Just decompressing from things and worries. I was mainly using massage therapy as a substitute for my sexual needs. They did everything but tap me where I needed it the most.

"So, Y/N, what's new? What's the word from Graceland?" Joanie asks.

"Yeah, Elvis still laying the pipe or what?" Sandy jokes.

We all laugh out loud at Sandy's comedic puns.

"Actually, we have a bet going, ladies."

"Oh? What's the bet?" Joanie asks, curiosity hanging off of her lips.

"No. Sex for two weeks."

"WHAT???" The ladies say together.

"Yeah."

"What day are you on?" Sandy asks.

"Day seven. Only seven more days to go." I confessed.

"What the hell have you been doing with yourself?" Joanie pondered.

"Cooking, cleaning, and reading."

"Oh, you just been working to keep yourself distracted?" Sandy said. "Who is this challenge hurting the most? Elvis or you?"

"I believe that it's harder for me, and originally, I thought it was Elvis. But... I'm struggling, too."

"What does the winner get?" Joanie asks.

"We haven't decided yet, but I believe it's bragging rights if we're being honest."

"Don't. Give. In. You gotta win this!" Sandy stated. "For wives everywhere!"

We all started giggling and laughing at the statement. It's sad we live in a time where we women can't be known for enjoying sex.

Before Elvis, I didn't really do anything. I had one boyfriend who took my virginity, and we did things, but nothing exciting. After Elvis, my world of sex changed drastically. Elvis opened my mind and broadened my horizons in the vertical incline. Oh, the pleasure is enough to make my pussy throb.

I came home to Graceland with Joanie and Sandy in tow. We were giggling on about nonsense we believed was funny. Our personal inside jokes from our talk earlier today. Our laughter ceased when we had yelling from the other side of the door.

Elvis was mad about something. What I couldn't say. He had tantrums every once in a while, but nothing like what we were seeing.

"Fuck! Can everyone get shit right in this house!" Elvis hollered.

Jerry, Lamar, and Sonny were seated in the living room opposite the dining room. As Elvis continued his rants in the kitchen, the ladies and I gathered in the living room.

"Hey baby, what's up with Elvis?" Sandy asked Jerry as she sat in his lap.

"E's been on edge for the last couple of days." Jerry explained. "Extra annoyed and a few temper tantrums. He threw a stool at Ronny during a recording session yesterday."

"Oh god. Is Ronny okay?" I asked.

"He's fine. He dodged it, but still, this is not like E.P." Sonny said. "Y/N, have you noticed anything weird going on with E. P.?"

I was speechless. I noticed something other than... oh no. Annoyed? Temper tantrums? Aggression? Is this because our lack of love making? Elvis may get mad at times, but he's a sweetheart. He's the type of guy that would give the shirt off his back. If there was laughter in the room, it would be coming from Elvis.

"I... I think it's over the bet we made a week ago." I said, speaking slowly.

"What bet?" Lamar asked curiously.

"Elvis and I made a bet last week. To see who could go without sex the longest."

Sandy and Joanie closed their eyes, knowing about the bet prior to my confession. The guys...

"You bet what?" Lamar says, dropping his hands in shock.

"Huh, Y/N, E.P. can't function without... sex." Sonny said.

We all hear a chair crash and jump at the noise in the dining room. Elvis storms up the stairs to our bedroom. Red slowly walks out to us in the living room. He has this stunned look on his face, and the next minute, we hear the upstairs door slams.

"Guys, Elvis ripped me a new one, and I don't think I can sit. What the hell is up with him?" Red said.

Sonny chimes in. "Elvis hasn't been laid in a week."

Red looks at me in shock. He gets down and kneels before me as if to say a heartfelt prayer.

"Y/N, listen to me. You must put whatever the hell it was between you and Elvis behind you and fuck him. Fuck him for all of us!" Red beseeches me.

"Honestly, Y/N, this bet is not worth all of the attitude E.P. is giving the guys." Sandy pitched in.

"This is over a bet?" Red said. "Lose. Lose for us all."

"Red, you need to calm down. Get a grip on yourself." I said, standing up.

"No, you need to fuck Elvis or he'll kill someone and think it maybe me." Red says.

"Red, you don't get it. None of you get it. It's not just a bet. It's... more than that." I tried to explain, but it's like the words weren't clear.

"Do you think he doesn't love you, Y/N?" Sandy asked.

"No, Sandy. That's not what's in question. I just..." I shake my head because the words just won't come out.

"Y/N, Elvis is crazy about you." Jerry says. "When he's at the studio, he talks about you nonstop. He asks us if we think you'd like the song he's doing."

"Y/N." Red says, standing up off the floor. "If it helps, all jokes aside, you're his favorite topic."

I'm at a loss for words. It's not that I didn't believe Elvis when he told me he loved me, but I guess I needed reassurance.

"Maybe we should go." Joanie said, grabbing Lamar's hand. She gestured to the door, and everyone followed behind.

"Y/N, maybe it wouldn't be such a bad thing if you caved in." Jerry said before exiting out the door with Sandy following behind.

I shut the door and lock it. I plant my back against the door and look up the staircase. I stand here contemplating our situation. Our bet. My bet, really. I set out to prove that there was more than sex between us. That I was good for more than a roll in the hay. How could I ever believe that this beautiful man didn't love me?

"Ms. Y/N?"

I glanced over and see Ms. Mary looking at me. "Are you okay, sugar?"

I bite my lip and say, "I'm just fine, Ms. Mary. Why don't you take the rest of the night off? Elvis and I will be fine for the night."

"Okay, Ms. Y/N. I'll see you tomorrow."

Ms. Mary walks away from me, and I make my way upstairs. I knocked on the door listening for Elvis.

"Who is it?"

"E, it's me."

He opened the door to let me in. Elvis walked to the bed as I entered and shut the door behind me. I sat next to him on the bed, crossing my legs. I felt like he was closing himself off from me.

"E, is everything okay?" I asked him, grabbing his hand.

Elvis looked down at my hand and intertwined our fingers together. He nodded his head to me but said nothing. He was still stewing from earlier. Just trying to cool himself down from his random outburst.

I crawled closer to him to lean my head against his shoulder. He leaned his head against mine, and I could feel the tension easy off of him as he relaxed him shoulders.

After a little moment or so, I moved my head from his shoulder to face him. I cupped Elvis' angelic face, looked into those pools of deep cerulean depth, and kissed his sweet, pouty lips.

"I see your beautiful soul, E. You beautiful being." I said, my lips against his forehead. I kiss his head deeply.

You know," I started to say. "I haven't told you in the last seven days that I love you."

"Yeah, I noticed." He said with a bit of bitterness behind it.

"Well, I do. I love you, Elvis Aaron Presley. With all my heart, and I'm sorry I allowed this silly bet to get so serious. And you win. Everything. Not only this stupid bet, but you win my heart."

Elvis was searching my face to see if I was joking. We were only at day seven, of course.

"What?" He asked, confusion expressed on his face.

"Baby, you win. You win. I give up. I need you inside me like Wednesday." I whisper.

I kissed him once again with vigor, slipping my tongue inside his mouth and rubbing his crotch. He moaned in my mouth as I did so. My touch alone gave him the evening wood I needed to satisfy me.

I laid him back against the bed and crawled on top of him. I unbuttoned his shirt from top to bottom button. I playfully kissed his belly button, licking the perimeter. He has a thing about his belly button. He loves this so much that he moans.

I undo his pants and pull them down, revealing Little Elvis. Oh, I missed him and could tell he missed me too, by the way he twitched at me. Without warning, I placed my mouth on the head of Elvis' hardened cock. The skin is soft and dripping with the salty taste of precum. I moan as I make out with his dick.

"Oh, fuck, baby." Elvis moans, sliding his hand in my hair and roughly gripping the strands with his fingers.

After sucking him off for a few minutes, I popped him out of my mouth and climbed on top of him. Elvis pulls off my bra, revealing my breasts to him. He sits up a bit and takes one of my nipples in his mouth. His muffled moans vibrate through my chest. I swear he makes my heart speed. I cradle his head as he uses his tongue against my nipple.

"Oh god. I missed this." Elvis says, pulling me in closer with his arms.

Elvis kisses his way up my chest to my neck and feels his way down my skirt. He lifts up my skirt and squeezes my ass. He looks at me in surprise.

"No panties?" He questioned.

"No panties. Just as you told me." I responded.

He kisses me then raises me up onto his cock. Oh, the way he fills me up causes obscene cries to escape my mouth. I missed this. Elvis takes his time with me. Raising me up and down off his cock. He feels so amazing.

After what feels like an hour of pure bliss, I cum all over Elvis, and he cums inside me. Oh, I needed this from him.

"Damn, baby." Elvis said, collapsing next to me.

We sat there trying to catch our breath. Sex with Elvis was amazing and fun, but this was better than the love we made a week ago. It could be because we went without it for too long.

I rolled over to lay on his chest and kissed his cheek.

"How does it feel to be a winner, Mr. Presley?" I asked him.

"Like winning another Grammy. Amazing. This is better than any award." Elvis said, wrapping his arms around me. We cuddled for a while until I broke the silence.

"So you won the bet. What do I owe you? We never said what we do if we lost."

Elvis gave me a look, and a smirk graced his ethereal features. He moves out of the bed, gets on his knees, and opens the nightstand drawer.

"Come here, Y/N, baby. Please?"

I scooted to the side of the bed, planting my feet on the soft carpet and covering my breast with Elvis' blouse. We looked into each other's eyes mesmerized by love.

"Y/N, you mean the world to me. You're the most important person in my life, and I love you so much." Elvis says all these things, and I smile. He continues. "I said this last week, but I love how you care about the deep feelings of others. I dream about things, and I wake up ready to talk to you about them. When I sing, it's all for you. I see you looking at me, and I pray for your approval. I want to run to you for everything."

Elvis brings his hand up; in it, there's a small black velvet box. I stop breathing. My heart is pounding, and my chest is heaving. Is this what I think it is?

"Y/N. My love." He takes my free hand and holds it. "This has been the best year of my life so far. With you, I can be myself. You enjoy life with me like nobody has. I want you to be with me for the rest of our lives. Will you marry me?"

Elvis opens up the small box and displays the most gorgeous diamond ring I've ever seen in my life. I feel the tears stream down my cheeks, but the words won't come from my lips.

"I...I don't know what to say." I confess.

"Baby, please say yes."

"Yes, Elvis, yes!!! I love you so much!"

I bend down, hug him, and then I kiss you precious lips. If I needed any more convincing and reassuring, this was it. I would never have given him an ultimatum about marriage. I was absolutely flabbergasted yet ecstaticed.

Elvis takes the ring out the box and places it on my left finger. As he does this, I feel a jolt of energy pass through my hand to my heart, and butterflies erupt in the pit of my tummy. This was more than I ever hoped for.

"E, how did this go from a bet to a proposal?" I asked him.

"I wanted to win the girl, not the bet, baby."

"You did win. You won my heart, E."

"That's all I ever wanted."

Elvis grabs me and kisses me, laying us back down in the bed to cradle one another. I glance at my ring, and my love, who gave it to me.

"I'm sure once we're married, our sex life will calm down." Elvis says.

"You wanna bet?"

Summary: You’ve been told to stay away from strangers before but…this one sounded like a dream come true. Sending you money for school, clothes, and pictures. You were living on cloud nine and somehow Elvis Presley was gonna take you all the way there.

Notes: I’m so sorry for taking such a long break for writing! I was super busy and now I should have time to finish most of my works! Thank you for 200 followers!! I love y’all! Sorry if this update is too short!

Warnings: Smut! Sex in a church!!

Masterlist

“Where you goin’ so early?” You groaned as you looked up from the bed. The sheets were cold on one side now as Elvis was fully dressed above you. You let the satin sheets fall from your bare frame.

“I’m goin’ to a sermon real quick. I got some things to do and I’ll be back before you know it.” He lays a soft kiss upon your forehead as you continue to pout. His laugh is infectious as you try to not crack a smile.

Chapter Five

Pairing: Elvis & female!reader

Summary: Once upon a Memphis time, you and Elvis were very close friends who turned lovers. After he went into the Army, you both drifted apart, leaving you heartbroken. Time passes, and you go on a Vegas business trip with your long-term boyfriend, Edward, and find out that your old lover is performing at The International Hotel. Old feelings surface once again, and you plan on making this a trip neither of you will soon forget.

Word Count: 3.4K

Warnings: Alcohol abuse. Cussing.

Author's Notes: First and foremost, I want to apologize for the last chapter. Somehow, the story posted during my writing and editing of the chapter. The response was great, though. Friends, you all are too kind. Thank you so much. It was a great birthday eve gift. It warms my heart, truly. If you like this chapter, like, comment, and repost!

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You and Pat spent the next few minutes catching up and talking about the good ole days as you both sat by the pool.

"Y/N, where did you go? Never told us goodbye or anything. You missed out on a lot. You missed our wedding." Pat wondered.

You look away at the water. You hear the words of the past echo through your head.

"I love you, Y/N. Have I ever told you how beautiful you are? Baby, you the best. I love you so much."

You bite your lip and hold back those forbidden tears.

"I... *clears throat* I went to spend time with my Aunt Lily." You smile at her.

"Spend time? Dear, we haven't seen you in nine years. Is your aunt in Tennessee?" Pat says.

"No. No, she isn't. But I can't tell you because if I need to go back." You tell her.

"Y/N, it sounds like you ran away from something. What happened?" Pat persisted.

You take a deep breath and let her know enough about the situation.

"Well, Pat. You see, I was in love with... this guy. I thought he was a good guy. He wasn't, and I needed to leave Memphis."

"Did he hurt you? Who was he?" Pat ask. You hear worry in her voice.

"I can't. Just know. I was safer out of Memphis. Away from... him."

Pat takes your hand and holds it.

"Y/N, I'm just glad you're okay. We all worried about you. I remember Elvis..."

"Elvis, what?" You cut her off.

"Elvis seemed a mess when we didn't hear from you. You vanished. We heard later that you moved away, but we didn't know where. Then it got to the point that you weren't to do discussed around Elvis. It was like you deserted him or something."

Oh? You think. He was fucking Anita and I'm the deserter. What a joke.

"I... I apologize for leaving the way I did, but with the guy plus the situation, it was time for a change. It was the best thing." You say.

"I'm glad you're okay." Pat said, giving you another hug.

"Well, I'm glad yo bring old friends together to bond." Laura interrupts.

Like she really did something spectacular. You were beginning to loathe her. Was she really that dunce? What the hell did Elvis see in this child? Yes, she has a model body. Her face is radiant, and she sounds educated with her mouth shut. Plus, you can't stop thinking about what she said about Elvis' money last night. How superficial she is. You don't joke about that stuff unless you mean it.

"Patty, may I borrow Y/N for a spell?" Laura asked.

"Sure." Pat answered.

You both give one another the knowing look. It's a look the ladies gave one another way back when you were officially in the inner circle. The look said that you were on the same page of a situation and others were not allowed. Laura may be Elvis' girlfriend for now, but how long would that last?

Laura steals you away from Pat, and you two begin to chat.

"Y/N, I'm so glad you made it. It's good to make more friends and bond and to catch up with old friends." Laura says.

"I completely agree. Thank you for inviting me."

"Y/N, would you like to come and have dinner with Elvis and me?" Laura asked eagerly.

"Laura, I..."

"Oh, please bring your boyfriend. Edwin, right?" She interrupts you.

"It's Edward." You correct her.

"Edward, right. Bring him with you. Elvis and I would love to meet him. Oh!" She grabs hands together with the excitement of a child. She widens eyes with the hope that you'll agree to her plans. "Owe, we can double date! Please, say you'll come have dinner with us."

You take a deep breath and place a small smile on your face. "How can anyone deny such a precious little one."

"You'll come?"

"Yes."

"And you'll bring Edward?"

"Yes."

She grabs you into a hug and shifts you from side to side.

"We're gonna have so much fun tonight. You'll see." Laura speaks with good intentions and hopes of the evening to come.

"I can hardly wait." You say.

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You get yourself ready for the dinner show. Finishing the final touches on your face, you conjure up a story to get Eddie to come to the dinner show for your meal.

Eddie comes into the room excited from the events of the day.

"Y/N, what an exciting day I've had. I feel like I'm getting through to the partners, and this deal is going through. It will go through and be finalized by the end of the week. I know it." Eddie brims and bubbles with enthusiasm.

He turns and looks at you. A smile dons your faces. You're glad he's a great mood, which means he'll most likely agree to this last-minute dinner.

"Oh, Y/N, baby, forgive me." Eddie says, walking over to embrace you. "I should have come in and kissed my girl first, then tell her how my day went. I'm just excited. But how was brunch with your friends?"

"It was fun and informative." You say.

"Informative? How so?"

"Laura gave me some insight on the dinner show tonight. Telling me about the whose who and who will be there."

"Okay. Who's going to be there?"

"We're going to the dinner show tonight with my friends, Eddie."

"Okay. Well, let me get ready, and we can go."

"You're not disappointed, Eddie?" You asked him sincerely.

"No, baby. I still get to spend time with you."

He kisses your forehead before retreating into the bathroom. Your heart swoons at his words. His kindness. You're going to tell him you love him tonight. You don't care if Elvis is sitting there in front of you or not.

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You arrive downstairs just in time for the dinner show, arm in arm with Eddie.

"Hey Joe. Are we allowed in, or do you need to get one of the boys again?" You ask sarcasm, filling your voice.

"No, Ms. Y/N. That won't be necessary. Come on in." Joe said, moving the velvet rope to allow you both in.

Joe escorts you and Eddie to booth that's front and center and seats you.

"Ms. Y/N, they'll be here shortly. Is there anything you need in the meantime?" Joe asks.

"No, Mr. Joe. Thank you, though."

You hear a commotion, and you turn your heads toward the main door. You hear people cheering and shouting with excitement.

"Seems we won't have to wait long at all." You state.

"Who is that?" Eddie asks.

After a few moments, Elvis and Laura appear in front of you. Laura brims with excitement that her plans are at fruition. Elvis is looking as fine as ever. Black suit that's tailor-made to fit his manly physique completed with black boots. You and Eddie stand as Elvis and Laura approach you.

"Eddie, this is Elvis Presley and his girlfriend, Laura." You introduce him.

Eddie and Elvis shake hands, and he kisses Laura's hand before you all sit down. Still in shock, Eddie wraps his arm around your shoulders and whispers,

"I can't believe you know Elvis Presley."

"Eddie, calm yourself. It's not a big deal." You whisper back.

"Should we order drinks?" Elvis says.

"Yes, darling. Top shelf, please." Laura insists.

"Only the best, baby." Elvis says.

You raise your eyebrow. Who the hell is he trying to impress? Maybe Eddie, but not you. Never you. He doesn't have to impress his girlfriend. They've been together for far too long. Or maybe he's trying to show off his millions because you have Eddie next to you.

Elvis and you make eye contact across the table. You hold Eddie's hand, and he kisses your cheek. Elvis winces at you and places his arm around Laura's shoulders.

"Y/N, what would you like?" Elvis asks you.

"Water is fine." You comment.

Everyone at the table laughs.

"Baby, it's a party. Let loose." Eddie says.

"I partied hard last night. I don't think I should participate in alcoholic beverages this evening, but help yourself to whatever you like." You say.

Elvis flags down a waitress and orders for the table.

"Hi, sweetheart. Could you please send a bottle of your best champagne for the table and a glass of water with lemon?" Elvis asks.

"Absolutely, Mr. Presley. Coming right up, sir." The young waitress said.

As she walked away, Elvis struck up a conversation for the table.

"Eddie, what do you do for a living?" Elvis asks.

"I'm a finance accountant. This business trip with the main business partners will get me the promotion I've been working for. At least, I hope it will." Eddie says, downplaying himself in front of Elvis.

"Eddie, you're brilliant." You say, squeezing his hand for reassurance.

"I'm good, but from what I hear, Elvis is brilliant. I have one of your early studio albums from RCA. I believe it's somewhere at my house in California." Eddie says.

"Thank you." Elvis says, nodding his head.

The next moment, the best champagne in the house is brought to your table along with your glass of water with lemon.

"Eddie, you should come see him perform. He's incredible." Laura says, bragging in Elvis.

"And how do you know Y/N?" Eddie asks.

"Oh, Y/N and I go way back. To Memphis. A mutual friend of ours brought her to my house, and we connected over an album."

You glance away for a moment. Remembering the moment you met. Your next thought is that the water will not satisfy you as much as alcohol when Elvis starts his foolishness.

You take a sip from your water and try not to roll your eyes. How can Elvis be annoying and charming all at once?

"That's so sweet." Laura chimes in. "What album was it?"

"It was my first record with RCA. Y/N, darlin', whatever happened to that record I signed for you?" Elvis wondered.

In your mind: I broke the damn thing and threw the pieces in the trash. Cause that's where our relationship was. Now. It's rotting in the Memphis landfill!

What you say out out loud: "I'm sure it's still in Memphis."

"Memphis. Home." Elvis speaks of Memphis reminiscently. "Yeah. Y/N was there one day and just vanished the next. Where did you go, baby?" Elvis asks.

You see what Elvis is doing, and it angers you. He got his child bride to set this dinner up to see you again and to interrogate you about the past. You think quickly. Aunt Lily told you never to attack in anger physically or vocally.

"I was lost, and I needed to find myself." You submit.

"So, where did you go?" Laura noses in.

"No place in particular." You say, moving your finger around the lip of your glass. "Don't you like a mystery?"

"My love, you are quite the enigma." Eddie says, kissing your temple. "All I could tell you is that I met the beauty in California, and she changed my world."

"How romantic." Laura says, snuggling into Elvis.

"When are we eating? I'm starving." You say, looking for the waitress. "A girl can't live on water alone."

Elvis flags down your table waitress, and you all order your dinner. You order the cream of chicken grilled breast with the steamed broccoli, and Laura orders the steamed vegetables. Elvis and Eddie, being the manly men they are, order steaks with potatoes.

Despite the company of Elvis and Laura, dinner was delicious and, dare you say, fun. It was nice to be out with Eddie and some company.

You always stayed in. There's no need to go out. You had some wild times after you left Memphis. You stayed out late drinking and partying. You made so-called friends that you caroused with around Jacksonville. You had friends who were boys that showed you an extra great time, but they didn't compare to Eddie. Plus, a far cry away from the gentleman you believed Elvis to be.

If Eddie played his cards right, night would be the night you'd express your love for him.

"Dinner was delicious." Laura expressed.

"It was decent. Quite decent. Thank you for dinner." You say.

"It was so good, I hate to leave." Eddie says.

"What do you mean?" You ask.

"I have to go, Y/N."

Eddie rises from the table and extends his hand to Elvis.

"It was nice to meet you, Elvis. I'll catch one of your shows while you're in town. And Laura." Eddie kisses her hand, and you see a tint of blush coat her cheeks. "You are a precious gem. It was a pleasure to meet you. Both of you. Thanks for dinner. We must do it again."

Eddie walks away from the table without a word to you. You walk away to talk to Eddie.

"Excuse me, Elvis. Laura. Eddie, wait!" You chase after him against your better judgment.

"Eddie, why are you leaving? You promised this night to me." You ask.

"Work, Y/N."

"Work. I swear. You haven't been able to be with me for a full day in weeks. Why bring me here if there's only work and no play?"

"Do you not understand how big this is for me?! This business trip is the big time. The big leagues! If the partners love me, this can lead to a promotion. This can set me up for life."

You give him a laugh at his statement.

"I thought it was about us? I thought you were worried about me caring about you, but it's the partners you want to love you the most. You said a proposal. I don't see that happening."

"Y/N, I..."

"Have to go. I know. I'll see you later. We'd hate to keep the partners waiting." You interrupt him. You cross your arms and turn away from him.

"Baby."

"Bye, Edward."

He wouldn't fight with you now. When you used his full name, he knew you were angry and done with the topic at hand. No more Eddie. Edward meant business.

He kisses your cheek and walks away. You would cry if you could, but you refuse to cry over any man.

"I need a drink." You say, making your way to the bar.

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Fifteen minutes later.

You feel the alcohol take affect after the third glass, but you don't care a bit. You want to dance and sing.

"Oh, is it hot in here, or is it just me?" You ask.

You stumble away from the bar. You giggle and sway to the rhythm of the music. That feels great. Almost as good as Elvis'... no! No! That's not what you want. You despise that him, but Elvis isn't the one who has you angry. You're pissed off at Eddie. He wants to get married and can't spend one full night with you. How dare he bring you on this trip and make you empty promises.

You stagger towards the stage, and you feel a hand grab your shoulder.

"Y/N? Are you okay?"

You look over and notice it's Pat and Red.

"Patty, dear!" You slur, and you're vocally loud. You wrap your hands around her, placing her into a tight hug. "Patty, Patty, Patty! And Red! You big hunk!"

You kiss Red on the lips. Not passionately, but enough to get his attention.

"Y/N, you're drunk." Red says, wiping the lipstick off his mouth.

"I recent that! I'm not! I had three!" You hold up all five fingers on your right hand. "No. No. That not right. Is it? Aren't you hot in here, Patty, dear?" You ask.

Pat shakes her head. "Y/N, dear, you're drunk. You need to go back upstairs." She tells you, trying to guide you out the showroom.

"No, I want 'nother drink. I have to tell you something, Patty." You get close. "Red is a good guy. Keep him, kay? Don't let any bitch named Nita around him. Break your heart. I'm going dancing!"

You snatch away from Pat and head towards the stage, swaying a bit. You swipe a drink from another table and gulp it down. You place empty glass on a random table, then hop onto the stage and start to jiggle to the beat.

You find the microphone and say,

"Play Mame for me, boys."

The band knows the exact song you speak of and starts up the beat. You shimmy and sway to the rhythm and begin to sing.

When they had the earthquake in San Francisco back in nineteen six

They said that Mother Nature was back to her old tricks

That was the story that went around, but here's the real low down

Put the Blame on Mame, boys. Put the blame on Mame

One night, she started to shim and shake

That brought on the Frisco quake

So, put. The. Blame. ON MAME!

The crowd is in an uproar of applause. You're a little taken aback, but in your drunken state, you take a bow.

"Are you hot in here, or is it just me?" You speak into the mic, fanning yourself with your hand.

The audience combusts in laughter.

"Sincerely, y'all. I've been dying to get out this dress and haven't found a way yet."

Your strap is hanging off your shoulder. You pull it down further and expose your bra. The men in the crowd shout and whistle at you.

"Any sexy men here good with zippers?" You shout.

"Oh, baby! I can help you!" A random young guy shouts out and runs towards the stage. You gesture for him to come closer with your finger.

"Fuck off, kid. If you know what's good for you." Elvis says, grabbing the young man's arm.

The young man puts his hands up in defense and backs away slowly from you.

"Look who's here to ruin my party. Mr. Rock N Roll himself!" There goes your buzz.

"Get off the stage." Elvis says sternly.

"Fuck off, E."

Elvis takes you off the stage, and you fight him.

"Elvis, get your damn hands off!"

"Calm down! Are ya crazy?" He asks.

"Put me down or so help me god, I'll scream!" You threaten.

You fight him all the way out of the showroom. He doesn't put you down until you're in the elevator heading up to the second floor.

"What the hell is wrong with you?! Acting like a stripper and shit?! Like you lost your damn sense?"

"Fuck you, Elvis!" You yell at him, you raise your hand to slap him. He grabs your wrist and holds it. "Let go of me!"

The elevator doors open, and you run off with Elvis following behind. You realize it's not your floor where you share your room with Eddie, and the only way back is to the elevator. Through Elvis.

Elvis has his key to room 202 and opens the door. He grabs you, and you struggle against him.

"Get your fucking hands off me, Elvis! Don't touch me!" You yell, not caring if you make a scene.

He forces you in the room and locks the door behind you. You struggle against one another. You fight to get to the door. To get away from Elvis. Elvis has both of your wrists gripped tight. You use all your might to free yourself from his hold.

"I don't care how mad you are with me! We're talking!"

"I HATE YOU, ELVIS! I HATE YOU!" You scream at the top of your lungs.

"No. You can't. I won't let you hate me! You're not allowed to hate me!" Elvis says, pushing you on the bed.

"I hate you. I hate you."

"Calm down, Y/N. I'm not letting go until you do!"

Tears wail in your eyes as he lays on top of you to calm you down. You scream, holler, and kick, but Elvis has you restrained. Stuck between him and the mattress with no where to go. No where to run, and you have to face the fact that you've been running away from him for a while. Nine years' worth of running.

You can't help but let all your pent-up anger and pain come out. You cry. For the first time in a long time you cry.

"Elvis, please let me go." You cry to him. A bit calmer than before.

"No, we're talking. We gotta talk, baby."

Chapter Eleven

Pairing: Elvis & female!reader

Summary: You're a workaholic who decides to take a private mini vacation in Las Vegas. While there, you stumble into and befriend a handsome stranger at a bar. This handsome stranger is more than meets the eye. He wants to show you a great time... privately. It's an experience that you've never had before. You soon realize that you're in over your head, and your heart is falling fast.

Word Count: 4.9K

Warnings: Serious angst, sorrow, heartache, hope for the future.

Author's Notes: Welcome to Eleven! If you have made it this far, you guys are amazing! I appreciate all your support and love! If y'all love this chapter, like, comment, repost, and follow!

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Wednesday just seemed to fly by. Elvis and you stayed in the suite half of the day talking about his final shows and ordering room service.

Elvis sensed a change in your demeanor. You were quieter than usual, and let him do most of the talking. When Elvis inquired about the change in you, you insisted nothing was further from the truth. You'd smile at him, then kiss and hug him to reassure him.

You try to mask your true feelings from him. You do your best to keep a smile on your face. You steal a kiss from him every now and again.

You embrace him deeply, trying to memorize every part of him. His manly musk and Old Spice scent. His fine black hair. His cerulean eyes shined like sea. The feel of his soft skin. The bass of his Southern drawl and how it rumbled in his chest. His boisterous laugh. The way he felt inside you. The taste of his pouty lips. Oh, how you love him. Would Elvis understand how much?

Elvis had two shows Wednesday evening, and you were his special guest of honor. You sat with Lucy and Penny during both shows. You did your best to distance yourself from the other Mafia wives who just saw you as another notch in Elvis' bedpost. You became very friendly with Lucy and Penny. Although you were still suspicious of Penny, you remained as kind as possible.

During intermission, Joann came to the table to give her sincerest apologies for Pam's behavior. You told Joann that you weren't angry at her, and she shouldn't be apologizing for the actions of others. You had respect for Joann because she was kind and courteous. There was a very strong loyalty within Elvis inner circle. You respected that.

The second show flew by, and Elvis shined brighter than the sun itself. Where on Earth did he get all that energy?

The ladies and you sat bar side as you waited for Elvis to appear at the after party. The three of you discussed the differences and similarities of the two shows of the evening. Which suit you enjoyed more. You personally love the black jumpsuit. It was edgy, exciting, and sexy just like him. The thought of him thrusting on stage made your heart palpitate and pussy throb. How can you leave him?

"Y/N, is everything okay?" Lucy asked, gently rubbing your shoulder. "You seem upset."

"Just... thinking." You responded.

"May I ask what about? You look so sad."

It was just you and Lucy. Penny and Joann went to get another drink from the bar. You felt like you could trust Lucy. She was the closest thing you had to a friend in Vegas. You hadn't bothered calling Jill back, and Lucy knew more about Elvis.

"Lucy, Elvis asked me to move with him to Memphis last night."

Lucy's eyes widened, and her mouth dropped low from the shock of your revelation.

"Really? What did you say?" She asked.

"He stopped me before I could say anything. He told me to think about it, but my mind is made up." You paused.

"Well, don't leave me hanging. Are you coming to Memphis?"

"I can't, Lucy. I still have some...things to figure out back in Atlanta."

"Things? Is there someone else?"

"No," you shake your head. "Elvis is the only one."

"Then why not come to Memphis? You'd love it. Live music is everywhere. The best barbecue in the South."

"You're really laying it on thick, huh?" You asked Lucy.

She shrugged her shoulders and said, "I could use another friend."

A smirk graced her face, and she took a sip from her glass. You do enjoy your time with Lucy. Although she seemed quiet, she was fun, knowledgeable, and kind. She didn't place herself with the mixture of the Mafia wives and girlfriends because she knew of their drama. She trusted a few people and not everyone. Lucy believed in telling people what they needed to hear, not what they wanted to hear. She didn't gossip or spread rumors, which made her a great asset to the group. Lucy knew there was something between me and Elvis, which is why she told me about his ex-girlfriends and ex-lovers.

"I guess I could always use another friend, too," you say, smiling.

"So you'll come to Memphis?!?"

"I didn't say that, Lucy."

"Y/N." Lucy beseeched me.

You shake your head. You can't believe she really wants you to stay with Elvis. Drop everything you know in Atlanta and move. Maybe this was a sign that you should stay with Elvis. Maybe.

The next second, you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turn around, and it's Jerry.

"Hi, Jerry."

"Hey, Y/N." Jerry says.

"Oh, I see how you do me." Lucy stated. "Brush me off for another woman right in front of me. That's what we're doing now?"

You widened your eyes. What did he do? Jerry had a smile on his face the whole while. He leans over and gives Lucy a kiss.

"Hey, baby. You look gorgeous tonight. That dress on you is spectacular." Jerry replied.

"Oh, this old thing?" Lucy smirked.

These two were too cute for words. Lucy and Jerry had their own secret love language. Jerry looks back at you and says.

"Elvis wants to see you privately, Y/N."

"Okay. I'll see you later, Lucy." You say your goodbyes, and Jerry escorted you out of the after-party and to another room.

Jerry opened the door for you to this other room on the penthouse floor. It's the only room you've never been in on the whole wing. Elvis sees you walking in. A giant grin covers his face, and he walks over to you, planting kisses on your face. You giggle at the gesture.

"Your shows were amazing tonight, E! I had so much fun." You say, hugging him back.

"Thank you, Y/N/N, baby."

When you opened your eyes, you realized you two were not alone. You slowly released Elvis and backed away.

"Y/N/N, I want you to meet someone." Elvis steps to the side, and you get a better view of this older gentleman.

The gentleman was Elvis' height with fine white hair and a thin salt and pepper mustache. He dressed well. He had a warm smile, which brought you comfort because you were alarmed by his presence.

"Y/N, this is my father, Vernon Presley. Daddy, this is Y/N."

Oh, his father. You started to laugh a little bit. You placed your hand on your stomach while Elvis held your other hand.

"Oh, hello, Mr. Presley. It-it's nice to meet you." You choke out.

"It's nice to meet you as well, honey." Vernon steps forward and offers you his hand. You accept it gladly.

You look into Vernon's eyes and smile. For their the same eyes as Elvis. It's Vernon you have to thank for the beauty of your love.

"Elvis has your eyes, sir."

"Well, Gladys' eyes were brown, so I guess he does have my eyes."

"I'm sure you get it all the time."

"Not too often, but thank you for noticing."

"Y'all hungry, or is it just me?" Elvis asked.

"I could eat." You interject.

The three of you eat together and talk over dinner. Vernon was a bit quiet but spoke when he was asked a question. You noticed when Elvis and Vernon make eyes at one another during dinner like there was a secret going on between them. You didn't fixate on the matter with the thought of leaving Elvis in less than two days.

After dinner, you and Elvis bid Vernon a goodnight. Then, without anyone noticing, you both sneak into his suite to spend some quality time together.

Elvis takes you into his arms and plants a kiss on your forehead. Then, your right cheek. Then your left cheek. He kisses the tip of your nose, and finally, he kisses your lips. The butterflies start to flutter in the pit of your stomach.

Elvis slowly moves away from your lips and gazes into your eyes. He still holds you close.

"Baby, is everything okay?" Elvis asks, cupping your face.

"I'm fine. Everything is fine. Why do you ask?" You inquire.

"Something. I don't know, baby. You seem... distant."

You guess you're not that great of an actress after all. You smile away the tension you feel at this current moment and try to catch those butterflies that he gave you a moment ago. You kiss him back once more and cup his face.

"Nonsense. Do you know how happy you've made me in the last week? I feel like I view life through a different lens now because of you. I'm so grateful."

"How grateful, Y/N/N?" Elvis asks, rubbing your back.

"Should I show you?" You whisper.

"Please show me."

You raise his neck and start slowly kissing him. You feel his heart racing as he laces his hands in your curls. He breathes rapidly, and you both collapse on the bed.

Elvis rolls on top of you and kisses you deeply, passionately. You unbutton his shirt and run your hands over his tanned chest. Then you unbuckle his belt. Elvis slides his hand down between your legs and into your sacred place.

You jerk your head back, trying to catch your breath. You slip your hand into Elvis' pants and stroke his hardened cock. Elvis moans at your gesture. You take this opportunity to turn him over by way of interwoven your legs. You flip yourself, where you are saddled on top of Elvis. Elvis cups your face with one of his hands. You kiss the palm of his hand and smile.

You begin to undress yourself.

"You're my brave girl, aren't you? You ain't nervous to be bare in front of me, are ya, baby?"

"Not one bit," you say, removing your dress completely and tossing it to the side.

You gently place yourself on top of Elvis' penis. You slowly grind on top of him, and Elvis firmly grips your sides, gently hoisting you up and down on his dick. You both moan off beat as you rise up and down on his cock. In a pleasure filled state, Elvis rolls his eyes closed.

"No, E. Look at me." You say, placing your hands on his face to get his attention. You lean your head against his forehead and whisper. "Your eyes are bluer than the heavens in the month of May. More... clearer than any ocean. Huh. You light up my life, Elvis."

You see tears spring from his eyes. He feels marvelous. The next moment, Elvis raises you onto his lower stomach, cumming all over himself. You cum where he placed you on his lower stomach. You both catch your breath as you are spent in each other. You find yourself in Elvis' embrace. He kisses your lips so softly.

"Y/N, baby, that was so amazing, and what you said... that was sweet. No one's ever described my eyes that way." Elvis says.

"I meant every word."

Elvis kisses your temple, lays his head back, and closes his eyes. After a moment, you hear him lightly breathing, and you know he's asleep. You lay your head on his chest and listen to the rhythm of his heart. It brings you comfort, but the more you listen to it, the more you believe his heart beats in sync with your own. No, that can't be, you think. How can that be?

You look up at the clock. You notice it's after midnight. It's Thursday. You have one more day to be with Elvis. Time seems to be against you. It's like you're living in an hourglass, and you can see the grains of sand pour to the bottom.

You feel the tears burn your eyes, and you softly pat your damp face. You can't cry. Not now. You decide to go and take a shower. Maybe the warm water could bring you some comfort.

You quietly get out of bed and head towards the bathroom.

"Baby, where you going?" Elvis awakens from your absence in the bed.

You stop short at the sound of his voice. You don't turn around for fear that he'll see your tear stained face.

"I'm just going to the bathroom. Go back to sleep." You tell him.

You turn on the shower and jump in. You don't really care about the temperature of the water. You want to release the tension you're feeling. You start to cry as the water hits your toes. You feel like the walls of the hourglass are closing in, and the sand is speeding faster than water to the bottom. That fragile glass is cracking before you.

So many questions flood your mind, such as:

How can I leave him?

How will I tell him?

If I break his heart, shall I also break my heart in the process?

How can I go back to a life without love?

Suddenly, you hear the door open to the bathroom. You quickly rinse away your tears, allowing the water to run over your face. Hopefully, clearing your eyes from the redness of your tears.

"Y/N/N, baby, you've been in here a while. You okay?" Elvis asks outside the shower door.

"I'm almost done, E."

Elvis opens the door to look at you. He politely glares at your body up and down as the water covers you from head to toe.

"May I join you?" He asks.

"I won't stop you."

Elvis climbs in the shower with you and kisses you. He puts his head back in the shower spout, allowing the water to soak his body. Then he kisses you again. You both stare at each other for a moment. Fearing you may start to cry again, you gently hug Elvis. Elvis holds you closely, rubbing your back as the warm water runs over your bodies.

"Elvis?"

"Hmmm?"

"Why are you so good to me?"

"Should I be cruel to a heart that's true?" Elvis asks, holding her face between hands.

You lightly shake your head no and smile.

"Y/N, you have the prettiest brown eyes I've ever seen." Elvis says.

"There's nothing special about my eyes."

"That's not true. I see you. I see the beauty in your gentle soul. You light up my life, Y/N."

You smile, and Elvis kisses you again. You both spend the next five minutes in the shower cleaning each off. You dry off each other and head back to bed. Elvis wraps his arms around you, holding you until he falls asleep. Your nerves are still on end, and you barely catch a wink. One more day. One more day, with your love. You cuddle up closely to Elvis and drift off to sleep.

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Thursday was pacing by agonizingly slow. Elvis kissed your face continually, trying to get your attention.

"Morning, Y/N/N." He whispers in your ear. "Wake up, please. I wanna spend a few minutes with you before I go."

You smile at him, blinking your eyes open.

"Morning, E," you yawned, quickly covering your morning breath.

Elvis moved your hand away from your mouth, intertwining your fingers together, and slowly placed his lips on top of yours.

"Hmm... you are so sweet." You spoke with a groggy voice. "Did you say you had to go?" You tried clearing your throat to speak more clearly.

"Yeah, I gotta do rehearsal for the last show tomorrow night." Elvis dipped his head in the nook of your neck.

Damn. Your flight is on Friday afternoon at 5 p.m. His first show is at 10 p.m.

No, Elvis, please don't talk about tomorrow, you think, holding onto him. Tomorrow I leave you. Let's focus on today. Today, the sun is shining and bright. Today, you are in my arms, and I'm in yours. Tomorrow I won't be. Tomorrow, my arms will be empty with nothing but my bags as I board a plane and leave you. Let's speak of today. Your eyes are clear today. Tomorrow, they will be sad and gray. Let's just stay in today.

Your thoughts get the best of you and you comb your fingers through his hair. "Elvis Aaron, let's talk about what we'll do today, huh?"

Elvis looks at your face, confession covers his features.

"Baby, are you crying?"

You quickly wipe your face.

"No, E. My allergies are catching up with me."

"Allergies?"

"Yeah, my nose gets runny and my eyes water. It's also a sign of me waking up. I just hope I don't start sneezing." You lie.

You lie your ass off. You just want to enjoy your last day with Elvis. You know if you discuss it or bring it up, you'd be crying all day, and he'd talk you into going home with him.

"Do I need to get one of the guys to go to the store to getcha some allergy pills?" Elvis asks.

"Oh no, Elvis. I have some in my luggage."

Damn the luggage. Not the next thought you wanted to have.

"Well, baby. After I'm done with sound check and rehearsal, I'm all yours for the rest of the day. What should we do?" Elvis asks, laying down beside you as he props his head up on his hand. "Do you wanna go back to the Golden Steer? Stuffed mushrooms sound good."

"Or we can order room service? They have some great stuffed mushrooms and pasta. I'm craving pasta."

"Okay. We can do that. Sounds great." Elvis smiles and pecks your lips. "Now I need to go get ready."

Elvis scurried away from the bed to get dressed, and you sit up on the bed waiting patiently. Elvis takes about ten minutes to look his best, and that doesn't take much because he's gorgeous. He looks at you with those baby blues, and you smile. Elvis still manages to make you smile. He still has the power to make your heart flutter. It has only been six days after all. He gives you one last kiss before he leaves and exits the suite.

You exhale that breath that you were holding in. You get out of bed and get ready for the day. You take another shower, brush your teeth, and do your hair. You can't bear to look at yourself in the mirror for your morning affirmations. The only words that come to mind are fool and coward.

You leave the bathing room and put your clothes on. You grab your bag and search for your plane ticket for Atlanta. You find it in the your the lining of your luggage and look at the ticket fully. It reads:

From Las Vegas, Nevada to Atlanta, Georgia. 5 P.M. departure.

You sit back on the floor and clutch the ticket to your heart. You contemplate your situation. You play with the pros and cons over and over again in your head.

Con: We just met six days ago.

Pro: He's a sweetheart.

Con: He lied to me the first night we met.

Pro: He wanted me to get to know him as a man and lover. Not a singer. Not an entertainer.

Con: He has old girlfriend issues.

Pro: It seems that he makes me his priority.

Con: Quitting my job for a man I just met.

Pro: He'll take care of me.

Con: I'm too young.

Pro: I love him.

These run in your head over and over again. It all runs to you loving him, yet you fear this love is unrequited. Yes, he's a great lover and friend, but neither of you established yourselves as a couple.

You ultimately decide it's best to leave him and get your life together. How can you start a life with Elvis when you personally don't have all your ducks in a row?

If you love someone, you must let them go. If they come back to you, they are yours. If they don't, it was never meant to be. You think.

Elvis has to trust that you are making the right decision. This is the toughest decision you've ever made. You keep questioning yourself because you found the love you've dreamed of and prayed for.

But who falls in love in a week? Something that begins so suddenly can end just as quickly. You don't want that. You just need time. If Elvis cares even one tenth about you, he will understand. Maybe even one day he can love you as much as you love him.

After you finish contemplating your pros and cons, you decide to take a nap. You laugh at the other pros and cons that didn't matter as much like:

Cons: No sex

Pros: Elvis will rock your world.

Cons: Mafia Wives

Pros: Lucy

Even Lucy tried to convince you that Memphis was a great place to live.

You don't think on Memphis too much as sleep starts to invade your idled brain. You don't fight it. You allow it to take over you. Sleeping is better than crying your worries away. It's better than crying yourself into hysteria or a headache. You'll tell Elvis over dinner.

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You feel the touch of his soft lips on your cheek and warmth cascades over your body. You smile, opening your eyes to see Elvis' handsome face. He smiles back, kissing your nose.

"Hey, baby."

"Hey, E." You answer him. "How was rehearsal?"

"It went great. Everyone is on their best behavior. They know where they need to be. It's going to be great. I'm excited."

"I hear it in your voice." You say, raising from where you lay.

"I'm starving. You ready to order room service, Y/N?"

"Yes, I'm hungry."

You both order room service. In the next fifteen minutes, your dinner has arrived at the suite. Two plates of pasta with chicken and a large order of stuffed mushrooms. You both agreed that you'd get dessert after dinner.

You both eat your dinner on the floor where you ate your breakfast the other morning. You engage in deep conversation, and you speak as if nothing is wrong. Elvis speaks on your mood. You tell him that you just needed to eat something and assure him you feel much better.

"Good thing, baby. Cause I was worried." He tells you.

"I never meant to worry you. There's no reason to worry." You tell him as you take his hand.

"I'm glad to know that." Elvis leans in and kisses you. "I can't wait to show Memphis, baby. I can't wait to show you Graceland! You'll love it."

"Tell me more about Graceland. Please." You ask him, sliding over to Elvis and placing your head on his head.

"Well, it my little patch of heaven. I bought the house for my mama because she loved the old Southern charm of it all. I loved how it was gated and was bigger than the shotgun house I was born in."

"Tell me more. Tell me everything." You want to know even if it stings.

"When you come off the road, you turn into the metal gates that have music note on them. The gates open to this a long driveway surrounded by several beautiful live oak trees. You see the house in the distance."

"What's the house look like?"

"It's a large cobblestone estate with green shutters on the windows. The front of the house has four large pillars holding it up. At the top of the pillars, where the attic is, sits a mini window on the triangle frame. There are hedges in front of the first-floor windows on either side. The stairs in front are guarded by two classic lion statues on both sides. A stain glass window above the door with roses and the letter P in the middle. Nothing to special about the front door itself. The handle is unique. It's golden, and you use your thumb to open the door."

"What's on the other side of the door?" You ask, holding his hand.

"White carpet graces the halls. From the front door to the living room on your right and to the dining room on your left. If you look up, you'll see the chandelier. There's a fireplace.The curtains are a royal blue with gold trim. I have a music room that goes beyond the living room with a piano. Before you reach the dining room, you'll see the staircase that leads to my room. Our room."

You look up at Elvis, and he smiles at you.

"Our room?" You ask. "Is our room pretty?"

"It's magnificent. The bigger room in the house. The biggest bed you've ever seen."

"It's bigger than this bed?" You point at the bed you both currently sleep in.

"Bigger. With satin sheets." Elvis says, kissing the top of your head.

You love this man. You want to go with him to Graceland so badly. You pray he'll understand your plea, and he forgives you. The next moment, the two are falling to sleep in each other's arms.

Friday, the next morning.

You awaken in a stupor. You feel so numb and sad. Elvis unwrapped his arms from around you in the middle of the night, making your getaway easy.

You slipped out of bed and headed to the shower. You take a quick shower, trying to find the right words to take Elvis. This isn't going to be easy or simple. Again, you're unable to look in the mirror. You put your clothes out last night to wear them today. You dress yourself and head out to the sofa by the television.

You sit there in silence with your bags in front of you. You try to relax yourself as Elvis sleeps. You pray that everything will turn out for the best. You hear Elvis wake up, but you don't look over at him.

"Y/N? Baby?" He calls for you.

"I'm here, Elvis." You answer him.

Elvis looks over at you, but you don't look back. He grunts and gets out of bed, heading over to you.

"Baby, what are you doing over here?"

"I..." You pause. You realize this is it. The truth is coming out. "I have a plane to catch."

"What? Y/N, we don't leave for Memphis until tomorrow morning."

"I can't go with you to Memphis, Elvis." You say, tears flowing down your cheeks.

"Why not?" Elvis asked.

"We just met a week ago, and I still have some growing up to do myself. If anything you taught me, it's I can be on my own and live life to the fullest."

"No, baby, you're running. You're running away from me. Why? What are you so afraid?"

You shake your head. "No, I'm not running."

"Yes, Y/N/N, you are. You're running away. Why, baby? Why are you running away from me?"

"Because I love you!" You shout at Elvis.

You cover your mouth at your confession. You're shocked at your own words, yet you feel a weight lifted off your shoulders. It feels good to get the truth out instead of concealing it from him. You feared the profession of your love to Elvis would scare him away, but perhaps your confession will allow him to let you go. It will break your heart, but it's time to get back to reality from this week long daydream.

You continue to be as honest as you can with him, tears steady flowing down your cheeks.

"I love you, Elvis Aaron. So much. You are amazing and beautiful inside and out. You are fun and exciting and a little dangerous. You're addicting too. The love I feel for you is irrevocable. Elvis, after spending so much time with you. I realize, in fact, you are a king."

Elvis' eyes are wet, but he shakes his head at your last statement.

"No, Y/N. I'm not..." Elvis starts.

"If you heard what I said." You interrupt him, lightly placing your index finger over his mouth. "I said a king. Not the king. We both know who the true king of kings is. But in the world of men, there are kings. Men who walk proudly but not in vain. Like you. You give with your heart and soul. Like when we went shopping the other day. You gave that homeless man money because you knew he was in need. You weren't too proud to help someone less fortunate than you. You didn't do it because you are this big mega star. You are humble and kind. You give of yourself, and put others before yourself. These are traits that make you a true king amongst men. All the reasons I've fallen in love with you."

Elvis smiles and shakes his head at you.

"I love you too, Y/N/N. I loved you the first night we met. You let me in your heart when you thought I was just a regular security guard."

You laugh with joy as more tears fall from your eyes. Elvis continues to speak.

"If you love me so much, Y/N/N, why aren't you coming with me?" He asked.

"I need to go back home, Elvis. To get myself straight, and I'll come back to you. I promise. I found that the safest place is in your arms. I will write to you. My love."

Elvis grabs you and kisses you with so much passion that you nearly pass out. Your heart swoons.

"You will come back to me, won't you, baby? You will come to me in Memphis?" Elvis asks, partial fear shadowing his voice.

"I will. I promise."