“I crazy love you right back.” I lifted my chin and presented my lips for a kiss. “Now, let’s fire up your camp and start working on a response or a fuck you, whichever you want, and then make plans to sue the hell out of Rupert so he can’t do this to someone else.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Macio told me.
“Then you can fuck me into the wee hours of the morning, Champ.”
Macio was quick, but for once I was quicker. I darted away from him but didn’t run too fast or too far because I liked it when he caught me. Calling Barry and the gang ended up waiting until the next morning.
Iwoke up bright and early and ready to take care of business. That bullshit Rupert pulled wasn’t going to go unanswered. Not at all. I didn’t like my personal business being out there for everyone to read. I knew some of it would have to be when I came out, that just went with the territory of being a celebrity. However, I came out on my terms and only released what information I wanted the world to know. It was very controlled. But Rupert blasting his fat ass mouth off about the escorts and what he thinks of me pissed me the fuck off.
I looked at Aiden, he was still sleeping soundly. I knew he would be because I gave him that champ dick last night… he was down for the count. I climbed out of the bed and handled my bathroom business first, then called Barry.
“Yeah, I was wondering when you were going to call me,” Barry said.
“When did you find out about the article?” I asked.
He groaned. “Shit… Last night. You know I don’t read that bullshit, half the stories in that rag are made up. I was worried that stupid motherfucker was going to do something like this when I fired his ass. He acted like he wanted to do something to me that day, but he thought better about it.”
I snorted. “Yeah, it wouldn’t be wise to attack the man who’s the head trainer and manager of ETC’s undisputed champ.”
“Yeah, you could see those gears turning. I was hoping he wouldn’t go off and do something stupid like this, though. So, what do you want to do, kid?” Barry asked.
“I want to sue his dumb ass for breaking the disclosure. He’s been stabbing me in the back ever since I started dating Aiden. He’s done all of this because he’s jealous. The motherfucker better hope I don’t outhisass. If he keeps pushing me, I might just do that. Truth of the matter is, I really like his wife and she deserves a better husband. But outing Rupert for hitting on me puts more of my business out there, and I don’t want that either.”
“Maybe just tell his wife privately,” Barry suggested.
“Ugh! I swear, I don’t even want to be bothered with the drama.”
“Yeah, I get that. Well, at least the escorts didn’t have anything bad to say about you.”
“That’s because I’m a fucking machine that gives great dick,” I joked. Well, half joked, because that shit was true. I was done bragging about my sexual exploits with men who were just there to take the edge off. With Aiden, sex mattered, and the only person whose opinion held meaning regarding my bedroom prowess was his.
“Well, do you need me to do anything?” Barry asked.
“I’m looking for a new publicist right now. Preferably someone who’s in the LGBT community or supports it. I don’t need anyone giving me homophobic advice because they don’t want to rock the boat.” I said. “I do need you to contact a lawyer for me so we can get our lawsuit going against Rupert.”
“All right, I can get that started. Are you going to address the article?”
“Yeah, I’m sure I’ll have a camera and microphone thrust into my face as soon as I step out of the house. Ugh, just when the shit was starting to die down, too. They had their story, they had their pics of Aiden and I out on the town… the hoopla was starting to play itself out and here comes Rupert, out from the rock he’d been hiding under with his hate.”
“This too will die down, and soon we can all get back down to fighting business,” Barry stated encouragingly. “Especially after we sue his ass. Okay, I’m going to make some calls and get back to you.”
“Yeah, me too. Talk to you later.” I ended my call with Barry and checked out the publicist companies Aiden had suggested the night before. I found two that I really liked, they had plenty of good testimonials and a great reputation. I made appointments with each for a meeting. I wanted to see what they could offer me. Rupert may be on a jealousy-fueled hate train right now, but when he was acting as my publicist… I had to admit, he was damn good. With his business degree as well as his journalistic one, he did double duties for me. Got me amazing endorsement deals and he was responsible for bringing Aiden and I together – though I was willing to bet he wished he hadn’t by now. Regardless, I needed that kind of business savvy and prioritizing from my new publicist.
I heard two footsteps right before Aiden slipped his arms around my shoulders. He kissed the side of my neck, then rested his chin on my shoulder. “What’s up, baby?”
This was everything I wanted. To be able to wake up and go to sleep with the man I loved in my arms. To be free to be in love with the person who captured my heart. Everyone deserved to know what this felt like regardless of orientation or anything else. If you were lucky enough to find the “right one,” you should be able to embrace them and share your life with them without repercussions from others.
I closed my laptop and turned my head a little so I could kiss his temple. “Just setting up meetings with two possible replacements for Rupert.”
Aiden slipped away, only to walk around the sofa and sit on my lap. I wrapped my arms around his waist, holding him close. “Are you going to address that article?”
I chuckled. “Yeah. What pisses me off is that I feel like I have to. Number one, I never claimed to be a saint. I beat people’s asses for a living. Not the most noble of aspirations, but I love the rush and I love to win. I was single, so fucking escorts shouldn’t even be a big deal, but I know people want to make it into one. That’s the only reason why I’m bothering to say anything about it. I don’t want my work with teens to be tarnished, and I also have to protect my endorsements—those that backed me up.”
“Okay. I’m with you no matter what you decide,” Aiden said, then he kissed me longingly as if the time we’d been separated expanded to years instead of only one hour. I loved it. He pulled away and gave me a few pecks on my nose, lips, and forehead. “I’m going to make us something to eat.”
He started to rise off my lap, but I tightened my grip, keeping him in place. “What if I want to eat you?”
Aiden grinned. “Well, my big, bad, wolf… I do have some very sweet buns.”
