Se connecterThe church gleamed with white roses and gold trim. Everything inside the church, the design, all screamed grand and luxury. Everything was actually beautiful. The only thing that was making it ugly was the situation I was in. If this was my wedding with Gunner, then it'd be perfect.Another thing that was making things ugly was the media. I haven't even walked down the aisle, and yet cameras were already following me everywhere I go, taking shots at everything I do. And they're doing the same thing to my parents, with my mother absolutely loving it.That's an attention-seeker and a self-centered person for you."Can we have a family picture before the wedding starts?" I heard one of the photographers that my mother had hired ask."Of course," my mother answered instantly. Then she turned to me and called me in a sweet voice, making herself sound like a good and sweet and loving mother, too far from who and what kind of mother she really was. "Layland, sweetheart, can you please come o
I looked at myself in the mirror. I was wearing a white tuxedo, fully styled, looking impeccable if I may say.I took a couple of deep breaths as I continued to look at myself in the mirror. My heart was beating so fast; both were because of excitement and nervousness.Excitement because it's finally the day. It is finally going to happen. This is all finally going to end; I am going to be free. But I was also nervous for so many reasons I couldn't even put them on a list anymore.Gunner, together with Shawn and Ana, had called me last night and gave me the polished and detailed plan they had made. And all I can say is that my wedding with Stephanie would definitely be more chaotic than the last few days of our wedding preparation. That's another thing I was excited about.I had already imagined my parents' reaction. I imagined how their reactions would change from confusion to shock, then to anger. It surely would be a sight to behold because I have never seen my father like that. I
It was the final week before the wedding, and our home was always filled with chaos. Everyone was so busy, including me and Stephanie. Attending beauty appointments and doing the final wedding attire rehearsal were already tiring, but then adding a media circle was just pure exhaustion. There were so many times both Stephanie and I had almost given up and just forgotten about the facade we had been wearing for weeks, but thankfully, we were able to hold on.God, I can't do any more of this. If Gunner and I get married, I will make sure to make it simple. I don't want it to be grand, and then end up being so fucking exhausted."What are you thinking?" Stephanie, who was sitting on the chair which she had turned from facing my study table to facing my bed so she could look at me, asked.We were now inside my room, finally taking a well-needed rest from all the chaos."My future wedding with Gunner," I answered honestly, my eyes on the ceiling as I lay down on my bed with my arms and leg
"Do you think he heard that?" Layland asked me when he was finally able to breathe normally again.We were now lying on his bed, where we had our second round of sex, which ended fast like the first round.Usually, we would tease one another for cumming fast, but this time, we didn't. And it was because we both knew and understood that we missed each other so much, we couldn't hold back.I gathered him in my arms, pinning him to my body, making one of my arms his own pillow and my hand playing with his hair, while my other arm was on his waist. "Probably not. If they did, they would have come knocking on your door already, asking you what was going on."Since his face was plastered on my chest, he had to look up to look into my eyes. "What if they did, and we just did not hear them because we were busy and were concentrating on fucking?""Then they should have forced themselves into this room already, and we wouldn't have been able to have had our second round of sex," I said, but Lay
It'd been hours since the Abellas had left, and yet the anger inside me was still burning so fiercely. I've tried everything I could think of to calm myself and to kill the anger inside of me. I've taken a freezing cold shower, read my favorite MM erotic books, watched my favorite shows, and played some of my favorite video games, but none of them worked. I even thought of calling Gunner and pouring my heart out on him, but I knew even that wouldn't be enough for my anger to go away. I would probably just end up redirecting this anger on Gunner, and I don't want that to happen. That was why I've tried dealing with it on my own, but nothing just seemed to fucking work. I was still so fucking mad!I couldn't believe it—no, scratch that. I knew something like this was going to happen. I knew damn well that my parents, especially my father, were capable of doing such a thing. But still, hearing it straight from his mouth, and him acting like it weighed nothing, was still so fucking surpri
I looked at the call history of my phone worriedly. I had made so many outgoing calls in just one hour, and it was directed to only one person—Layland, who was not answering my calls.I knew he was fine. Lance and Rinaldo needed him, so I was sure that they wouldn't do anything. But the other part of my brain was telling me something else—that needing him does not mean they won't hurt them. Lance had done that so many times before, even though he needed Layland, so what would be the difference now? Because Layland needed to be in front of the camera all the time, which meant he had to look good all the time?"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I was pacing inside my room. I can't fucking calm down no matter how much I try. I kept hearing those negative thoughts inside my head instead of the positive ones, and those were not really helping me at all.After another couple of failed outgoing calls to Layland, I tried to text him instead, asking if he's alright and to call me once he's seen my texts. I w







