Elvis and Me

by Priscilla Beaulieu Presley

Elvis must have perceived my new restlessness. A couple of months later in Las Vegas, Joanie, Nora Fike, Red’s wife Pat, and I were having dinner in the Italian restaurant at the Hilton between Elvis’s shows. The maître d’ came to the table with a message that Elvis wanted to see me upstairs in the suite. I remember thinking how unusual this was. Elvis rarely went to the suite between shows. I went upstairs, filled with curiosity, and when I arrived in the suite I found Elvis lying in bed, obviously waiting for me. He grabbed me and forcefully made love to me. It was uncomfortable and unlike any other time he’d ever made love to me before, and he explained, “This is how a real man makes love to his woman.” This was not the gentle, understanding man that I grew to love. He was under the influence, and with my personal growth and new realities he had become a stranger to me. I wept in silence as Elvis got up to dress for the show.