Good Love 2

Good Love

Chapter 2

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'I never thought that after all that happened we could be like this.' i said smiling then took a sip of my drink. We had finished the pizzas now and washing it down with drinks.

'Yeah people do change. I want to show you that i'm in this for keeps. I want to show you that im not with you because you are rich and famous, hell i overlook all that. I see you. You are the one i love and i want to spend the rest of my life with you.' he said then came to kneel before me.

I gasped and covered my mouth with both my palms. He took out a five carat diamond ring. The diamond ring in the middle was the shiniest. This was a very expensive ring. He had really gone out of his league. I could not believe what was about to happen. I was about to put a ring on it and it would be the happiest day of my life. I had no other thoughts. Yes was the only answer i would give him. YES!!!. I looked around and saw the looks on people. Lucky there was no paparazzi around to spoil the fun. I wanted to premiere my ring on a red carpet event and let the whole world know i was soon to be off the market. I was on cloud nine right now.

'Alwynne Gray Summers Peterson.....' he called me by my full name. 'Would you do me the honour of marrying me?.' he looked into my eyes with a longing.

'Yes!.' i smiled. 'Yes!.' i was laughing happily now. 'Yes! I will marry you Christopher Bark!.' i covered my mouth in disbelief now.

He took my hand and put the ring on me slowly. It was the perfect fit. I stretched my hand and looked at my ring. It fit me like i was born wearing it. It was now like my body part. He stood up and sat smiling at me. I could not help but melt away in my seat. The people were still clapping but i was too taken aback to pay much attention. The rest of the day went by in a blur. I was now looking at my ring and nothing else. Iwas seeing wedding bells. I could not believe the wedding of my dreams would soon be put to life. That wish had been granted and i would marry him in spring in Paris. It was not the proposal i had hoped for. I had dreamt of my rich and famous man proposing on the Eiffel tower or one of the greatest restaurants in France or maybe Spain or on the London Bridge. All that did not matter however. He had proposed in a pizza joint and though it was not Paris or Spain it was still worth more than that. He had put his heart and soul into it and it meant the world to me. He had gone out of his way to spoil me the whole day and buy an expensive ring worth over a thousand dollars.

'Babe are you even listening?.' Chris asked.

'Im sorry what?.' i realised i had been deeply absorbed in my thoughts to listen to what he was saying.

'Did i do something wrong?, are you regreting this?.' he asked, a bit of concern on his face.

'No. Im just on cloud nine right now i jus cant suck it all in its too much. Im so happy right now you did the best thing. What were you saying?.'

'I was saying i want us to start talking to wedding planers soon.'

'Yes. It was on my mind too. We should start making arrangements soon. I want our wedding in Paris. The reception should be below the Eiffel tower then dinner and stuff inside. We can only invite a few guests.' i said.

He had a look on his face and i knew he had something else in mind. 'I was thinking Barcelona or maybe Madrid. A Spanish themed wedding with the spanish guitar and stuff it would be quite romantic and we will have some of the things in spanish, you know the language of love for an event of love.'

'Sweety i know i got Spanish ancestry and stuff but all my life i been American, hell im American my mum is from Texas and so is my dad. Lets do Paris.'

'No. I am the man and i am giving you this wedding. You should get in touch with that part of you. Besides your mum was just born in Texas but we both know her parents came from Madrid. We are doing this in Spain. You will love this.'

'You do know i'm paying for this right.' i said then wished i hadnt. He would say its always about the money with you so you will get married to the money and not me. I knew he would raise his voice and cause a scene. I knew it would get ugly. We broke up and made up and and now he just proposed and now we would fight. The paparazzi would be thrilled.

'Its not about the money baby. Its about the love and we will find love in Spain. Let me do this for you for a change. All my life you been doing things for me, let me do this for you. I know i don't have the money but let me plan all and then you pay. At least i will feel better knowing i was responsible for the wedding. I cant have you do everything for me.'

I sighed. My baby had changed and he had not caused a scene or raised his voice at me. He had handled it like the man he was. I knew i had entered a marriage i would keep. A sacrament of holy matrimony that only death could destroy.

'We will get married in Spain.' i finaly gave in.

'Good. So how do you intend to tell this to the public?.'

'Don't worry. You will see.' i smiled.

'Look at the time. We have to hit the club.' we put the cash on the table and left. It was now dark. We got flashes from the paparazzi and i hid my ring and we dashed into the car.

The club was rocking. I wished i were already drunk. I could have started dancing to turn me on by david guetta already. I ignored the cameras flashing and sat on the counter. The bartender came to take our order. I had now removed my cap and shades and he could see it was me but because of his proffesionalism he did not go crazy. He just handled himself but all the while treated me with respect.

'What can i get for you ma'am' he asked with a smile on his face.

'Please get me a Brandy, straight up and make it a double.'

'With pleasure.' he left and brought it immediately. I gave chris his glass.

'You know what i want.' he complemented.

'Well i wouldnt be marrying you if i didn't know you would i?.' i smiled.

He raised his glass at me and i did the same and we smiled even broader. We talked as we drank and when we emptied out our glasses we took another round. I was no feeling light headed and things were now going by in a blur. My vision was growing poor but i was still well enough to dare Chris when we finished our second round.

'I beat you on the rodeo today.' i laughed, the alcohol taking over where i had left.

Chris laughed his ass off. Gosh what a sense of humour or it was the influence of alcohol.

'How would you like getting beat again at tequila.' i knew i was getting myself in trouble. Tequila was the bomb and i knew Chris always won this challenge but i was set on beating him today, even by half a glass.

'You know i always beat you at that plus.........'

'Oh! Do i sense some fear in the macho man?.' i sniffed. 'Yes i do and im loving it.' i laughed trying to piss him off. It worked because he called up the bartender and he brought up a bottle and the glasses which he filled. We drew the attention of the other people because they came and formed a circle around us and began cheering, shouting my name. This gave me some guts. There was no way i was letting them down. Chris took down his first shot and i took mine and the people cheered. After about three shots i couldn't take it anymore. If i took down the last shot i knew i would puke and i would not wake up in time for my shoot with Chris. We had been chosen by people as an examplary couple and we would do the cover and an interview to celebrate being GAY and set an example to those other guys like us and to try and make proud those who were ashamed. It was big and i had other big names such as Beyonce and Lady Gaga supporting me. There was no way i was messing it up. The bar tender poured the last of the shots and Chris took his glass up and i saw a face that promised me victory. He took his shot but it failed to stay in and he puked. I was now scared but the was my fans rooted for me gave me the will to carry on. I took my shot and almost puked but i held my breath and kept it in. I had won!. For the first time since we bagan dating i had beat my lover at his game. I stood up and nearly lost my balance but i had the counter to support me. I was not about to pass out. I wanted to savour my victory. I got my balance and fist pumped the air whooping. The people were cheering and some of them came and posed with me. I was too drunk to care how the photos would come out. I was now in the mood to rock this club. It was probably the last time i was doing this and i took this as my bachelor party. I would have one but i figured this was the time to let loose because i would have family over and i would not let this loose.

'I want to rock you all! Dj, i am your commander now. Play me something i can dance!' i whooped and the crowd followed after me. When the Dj played Commander by Kelly i jumped on top of the counter and began dancing like it was my last. I had learnt the moves from her video of the song from following after herwhen i had the song on repeat. I was one hell of a good dancer the moves had not taken me long to catch. I was in the Class of Beyonce and Ciara and so above Rihanna but iwas not in the mood to take anything of mine. I did not want to be THE Alwynne. I jus wanted to let loose and be me.

'I want you all to follow after me!.' i whooped. Not that it was appropriate but i jus felt like it. Those who could keep up followed after me and i could tell i was rocking them. I had given them a live show. I could see the camera flashes. This was a risk i had taken but i would deal with whatever the press wrote when i was sober. All i wanted was to celebrate.

Dont stop the party by B.E.P played after kell and i took it to myself to just dance. Any moves that came to my mind. I flicked my hair and whipped it, not that it was long, it was more of whipping my head. I still made them cheer. I dont know what came to my mind but i jus thought about announcing my engagement.

'Dj shut it down!.' i screamed at the top of my lungs and he did. 'Now' i have a surprise for you! Are you ready for it!.' the crowd screamed before i even finished talking. I raised up my hand and the diamond ring shined, the disco lights illuminating it so perfectly. When they turned green it went emerald like my lover's eyes and when they went red it went ruby and when they shut off completely it glowed. It was a vision and the people were taking videos and photos with their phones and the paparazzi cameras flashed at me. There was such joy and amusement in that moment and i have never felt such pride, not when i won the awards and when i was honoured by billboard for breaking Michael Jackson and Katy Perry's record for the most #1 off one album. This was beyond all. All eyes were on me. I put down my hand.

'Chris finaly put a ring on it!.' i whooped. And the crowd went wild. I jumped off the stage and they caught me and passed me on till they sat me on the counter. They all wanted a piece of me. It is not often that i do this. I am always with bodyguards and with Chris they never get much of me.

I noticed one thing. Chris was not there at the counter. I just figured he had gone to the bathroom. I waited for a good thirty minutes before he came back.

'Where you been?.' i asked and his eyes bagan shifting from one place to the other.

'I had one too many. I was back there puking.' he said and smiled.

'Okay shall we go. I need to rest we have that shoot tommorow.' i looked at the time. 'Its past eleven. We have to go early to beat the hangover.'

He did not disagree. We went to the car and he drove us home. I slept like a baby. I think i did not even move a muscle and i was too tired to even dream. My phone rang and i got up almost immediately. I looked at the time. It was past ten. I gasped. I should have finished the shoot right now it was set to start at seven. I looked at the alarm, it had gone and gone for hourrs and was tired of snoozing. I answered. It was Paul my manager. I knew i would not like this. He was one serious man and not to mention Trisha my agent. I knew she would be so pissed off she could not even talk to me that was the reason she had told Paul.

'Hello.' i answered, fear in my voice. I wasn't even supposed to be afraid of them. I paid them and they worked for me but i had respect for them. They had nade me what i am today.

'Where the hell do you get off to clubbing till Lord knows when after Trisha told you you had a shoot tomorrow?.' he was pissed. Trisha might have exploded and was on her was to hell now that's why she herself had not called.

'Well whoever told you i was clubbing should have told you the reason i was doing it.' i replied.

'And i would not be happy about it if i was you. Get there by 12. Thats as far as we can push it and dont talk to anyone till you have talked to Joan.' Paul hung up.

Joan was my P.R and whenever she was involved things had taken a turn for the worst. Had i done something in that clu and what the fuck did Paul mean when he said i would not be happy about it if he were me. I ignored it and pushed it away. The shoot was the most important thing right now and i would deal with it when Joan talked to me. I woke up Chris and he was as shocked as i was. We showered together and went for the shoot in such a hurry.

The People team handled me with proffessionalism though i could tell they wanted to strangle me for being so late and unproffessional. We were to do photos first then sit dow for an interview and then it was over. We got make up done and the wardrobe stylist dressed me casualy and Chris dressed semi-formaly. Dolce & Gabbana were sponsoring the wardrobe and it was such a joy wearing them. We went in for the shoot. We were doing it inside. The theme of the shoot was of a home and celebrating same sex marriage. We went into the living room setup.

'Okay, so you and your lover are in the living room watching a movie. Give me action.' the photographer said in his deep French acsent. We took several shots but only three would cut per set up. Next we went into the kitchen and i owned the camera in a shirt that would look like i had borrowed it from him while he wore nothing but Calvin Klein boxers with his endowment denting the tight boxers. And his six pack abs and his treasure trail sinking into his boxers. I wished they would make us have sex and shoot us. I felt so proud to have him and all those gay men who would buy this issue would know he was mine and taken. We shot striking several poses. The one i liked was the one in which he held me from behind while i made him breakfast and the one when we were spoon feedind eachother. We went to the bedroom and stripped down to nothing then got in bed with the white linen sheets covering our essentials while we lay chest to chest in the California king. That was by far my favourite. Next was the bathroom and it was me and him in a steaming hot shower with shadowy figures of the two of us kissing and touching, seen by the camera through a transparent shower curtain. We rounded off with the outdoors. I owned and killed that shoot. We changed in our own clothes and then sat down for the interview. We talked about how we met and how we live together and what we do for fun then lastly we each gave advice to those gays out there who were either in the closet or ashamed.

'Being gay is who you are so you are only running away from yourself. Celebrate it and go out an proud.....' i quoted Chris.

'being gay is not a curse. It is a way of life just like being heterosexual. We all have one thing in common and that is love so just go out there and make a difference and be happy. Hiding will only bring denial so face your demons and be out and proud.' i said.

We finished and shook hands with the team and we received two frames with certificates certifying us as the first gay couple to appear on a magazine cover. They gave us our photos so we could remember and look back and i apologised fo being late and we made a joke about it. It was already five P.M so we went straight home after getting take outs.

'We should go see a wedding planner tomorrow. I already booked an appointment.' Chris said with joy.

I kissed him. 'I am looking forward.'

'I want to give you the wedding of a lifetime. Jus you wait and see.' Chris smiled. I loved him so much and i had run out of things to do to show him how much i loved him. Well there was one old fashioned thing which was always in style. I got on top of him and kissed him gently.

'This is for being the best boyfriend ever.' i French kissed him then bit his lower lip gently.

'This is for showing you how much i appreciate you.' i sucked and nibbled on his nipples and bit them gently then looked at him again.

'This is for showing how i will always be true to you.' i kissed his abs then lowered till my lips enveloped his thick long dick. I worked on him slowly. Bobbing my head up and down with precision and going down halfway down his shaft till i was about to choke. I wanted to avoid gagging so i went up his shaft again and then increased my pace till he moaned and began grinding his hips. His motion going along with my movements. I stopped and looked at him again.

'And finaly this is for showing you how much i really care about your heart and i wanna keep it how it is so you could never say how it used to be.' i finished still mentaining eye contact then sat on his shaft and felt it sink its way into my man-gina till my ass chicks touched his pubes and i knew he was all in. I took a few seconds to adjust then i began riding him slow but sure at first. He moaned and talked dirty to me making me more horny. I greased his chest as i rode him and he did the same with mine then he put his hands behind me and then started playing with my ass and tapping it gently.

'Ride me baby. Make that ass bounce.' he said inbetween moans and grunts.

I did as he told me then began bouncing up and down on his dick, my ass slapping as i did so.

'Go baby go. Dont stop! Make me cum baby! Aaaaahhhhh!.'

I rode him wildly like i be riding that rodeo bull. I was not about to come off anytime soon.

'Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh!.' he let out the last moan and i felt his warm liquid shoot up my ass.

I lay my head on his chest and he took it in his hands and led it to his lips. I kissed him passionately. Then got off him and lay besides him. Sometimes it is not the act itself that matters. It is that moment when you are done and spent and you just lie next to each other and look each other in the eyes knowing you just made love and it is going stronger. Nothing is ever going to tear you apart.

'I love you.' he said.

'I know. I love you too.' i told him. 'And you must know it comes from the bottom of my heart.'

'As long as yoou know it comes from the very bottom of my heart.'

I smiled and he cuddled me.

Making me feel his hot skin. Would i need blankets in the cold when i had him with me in bed?. My mobile rang and i picked it up then i got out of bed naked as i slept. We were used to sleeping naked then in the morning i would wear my sleep shirt and he would wear his boxers.

'Hello.' it was Joan. My P.R. She was stressed and i could sense trouble. 'So what have you been telling the press?.'

'What do you mean?.' i asked.

'Haven't they got to you yet.'

'Who?.' i was now more confused than ever.

'The paparazzi. They have been on me like crazy. I want to meet you tommorow so you can release a statement to the press or maybe we can hold a press conference coz its bad.' she said.

'Joan. I just went clubbing to celebrate my engagement. Just tell them that. I did not do anything silly.' i said trying to brush her off. She had ruoned my moment.

'Check your machine first then tell me if you have a reason to celebrate. Im sure they left quite some messages.' Joan hung up.

What was this all about?. A thought occured to me but i pushed it away. I did not want to ever think of it again. I knew i had done something stupid. I had one too many shots that night. I went downstaies to check my machine. I had not done so the whole day. I pressed the button.

'You have five hundred and thirty new messages. Message one...............' a different voice came. 'Are you ready to have a threesome with your hubby's ex coz from what we saw that night at the club they are still in l........'

I pushed the next button. 'Why would you be willing to celebrate an engagement with someone who is obviously in love with his ex?.' I pushed next again without thinking. 'Are you even aware that he is cheating on you?....' i switched it off, ramming my hand on the button. My anger was rising by the second. To think he had changed. First the abuse then some guys then my best friend and now his ex. I stormed upstairs to the bedroom like a Tsunami headed for the coast of Indonesia. I was bound for destruction. Hail hath no fury like a Gay scorned. Chris had done it again.