Luis Miguel Gay Novels & Stories

he answered turning his back on me to start walking. "Call me whenever you want, you piece of man,” Betty said leaving us all speechless and Mick totally red. “That woman is crazy!” Mick exclaimed before laughing. "You have my number, Betty. If you want, call me.” And with that he turned his back on us again and went to the bar, leaving a smiling Betty and me somewhat discouraged at his departure. "Well, do you eat everything?” Louis asked me enthusiastically on the way to the car, noticing my mood had changed. "How about paella? Antonio is Spanish and he prepares a killer one.”

" he said before hanging uo the phone. "God cloud where are you?!!" I frustratedly shouted. I keep on thinking if I did something wrong that made him mad but there wasn't. We were okay before we go home and then, this? It's fuck up!. My attention was been caught up when I saw the news in the TV. "Cloud Miguel Salazar the famous successful businessman was been arrived in Ninoy Aquino International Airport from Singapore and with him, was the famous Model Lalaine Morales. The two didn't confirmed their status yet but, some have witness how sweet they act to each other---"

But Lawrence kept his identity hidden from the public. Miguel, on the other hand, was open about being gay and married to a man. He never apologized for who he was. He let his success speak for itself. While Lawrence was too loyal to leave me alone. He even promised he would only show himself in public once I was ready to step back into the spotlight too. Our friendship started with a slap. We were rivals at the university in Europe. Then I saw Lawrence being bullied because he was gay. Those homophobic guys were targeting him hard.

He was moaning and groaning and whimpering. "Why the bloody fuck do you have my phone?" Miguel's voice boomed as he stormed toward me. He sna tched it from my hand, his glare sending chills down my spine. Finally, the expression I’d longed to see—shock, panic, vulnerability. Six years of knowing him and I'd never seen him look so undone. The Adam's apple bobbed nervously as the sound of his moans echoed from the phone. “Miguel…” I drawled, shocked but pleased. “You’re a bloody fag. You’re gay!”

Her father follows Kylie's lead and does the same, only giving her a hug before moving over to great Zander with a handshake. The other two in the back who I haven’t met yet move towards us with friendly warm smiles directed toward me. I tense a little clasping onto Oliver's hand a little tighter, not sure of the reaction I’m about to receive. “Welcome Luna, My name is Alex, this is my mate Meghan, we are Gammas of Liverpool,” the male bows his head in respect as they reach me. Oliver rolls his eyes and gives me an encouraging smile before releasing my hand and bringing Alex into a bro hug.

Zainy bow his head in defeat and pays his respect to the one and only Maximo Santino. " Iris Saint is all yours Maximo " He said softly.

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”

He shouted in the other line. "I can't, and even if I could, I won't. That man is a chatty one. He might try to ruin my reputation." Remember how Luis went to talk about me with Aubrey and my drunken state. "Then sue Luis for libel or anything you're a fucking rich, Garcia." Miguel hissed, he sounded rude, but this is just the way he is; he was a good friend to me in the last years I've known him. "I'll be there at ten! Bye." Then I cut the call.

’ The man laughed, an ugly sound and he lifted his hand to grab her. ’Good b*obs,’ he leered, as he was a man who had never known the word “No.’ come from the mouth of any woman. * Miguel Sanz was an arms dealer from Spain on a visit to meet and confer with the notorious Lucien Delano. The fifty-year-old man with his slightly rotund figure was still handsome but he had the jaded air of a man who moved from woman to woman, eager to quench his sexual appetite. There was no constancy in him as his third wife had realized before she had moved off with a substantial amount from him as alimony.

"Please, Luigi. My name is Isabelle. And I don't give a flying fuck about your rules, and your honour, and all that horseshit. Your leader just killed someone, and you idolise him?" He turned around to look at me, eyes fierce. "Mariano is one of the best leaders we've ever had. You're our Donna, I can't say much to you. But you should respect him." Sweet, saccharine Luigi's fierce persona was scary. "I'm not your Donna." I bit out. "I don't want anything to do with a murderer." "Buon. Don deserves a better woman. One who doesn't walk away when things get rough. Not some weak-ass little girl."