angel baby (heavy editing)

a very short bonus chapter.

        Some time later.

           Oliver entered the penthouse he lived in with his boyfriend exhausted from the long day he had had. As much as he loved what he did, it was stressful as fuck. Right now, Oliver was enrolled in the best university in the country studying business administration and business law. Two years ago, after he had turned 20, his father had sat him down and had started the business talk. Oliver was reluctant at first and was almost downright unwilling to listen but a family intervention had made him give the business talk a try and turned out, he didn't hate it all. All his initial reluctance was just teenage and childhood naivety. He knew that now. But if he were been honest with himself, it was Chris that managed to convince him because he was a simp and listened to everything Chris said. He loved his man so much. Speaking of his man, where was Chris?
Chris was also doing big things for himself. He has just recently graduated from his mother's art school and was having his own personal art gallery in a week. Oliver had seen the place and he had been in awe. He still was anytime he thought about it. He really needed Chris. He knew just what to do and say to ease an exhausting day. He walked in further and then...
"Surprise!!!"
His boyfriend shouted as he opened the fake champagne bottle and confetti flew out. Oliver couldn't believe his eyes. The whole area from the living room to the dining room and kitchen had been decorated with low lights and candles. He suddenly remembered what the occasion was. His birthday. Their birthday. They were 22 today. Chris was walking towards him all big smiles.
"Happy birthday, my love"
Oliver accepted him with open arms as their lips met in a deep but chaste kiss.
"Will you hate me if I said I forgot?" He asked wincing.
"I could never hate you and I know you forgot but I know you'll make it up to me. I did well, didn't I?"
"You did. I'm so proud of you, baby. I love you so much"
"I love you too"
"I cooked dinner"
"Fuck dinner, let's fuck first"
Oliver suddenly moved and carried him across his shoulder. The sudden move had him yelping then giggling. It was funny the strength and adrenaline that befell a man in love when he knew he was about to make love to the love of his life all night.

:))