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Chapter 68: Why I love you

Clay POV.
✨Present Day✨

My gaze drifted over to the corner again, looking in the direction of my boyfriend, but much to my shock and sadness he wasn’t there. Trying to remain subtle and keep track of the questions being asked I looked around the room for him, but he wasn’t in here. Worry flowed through me as I thought about where he could be, but I managed to keep composed.

We only had a few moments left of our interview, when the building’s event manager came on stage, glancing at his watch for effect. “Okay everyone.” He said addressing the crowd of interviewers and photographers. “That is all we have time for today, but we hope that when the movie releases in a few weeks you’ll all come and watch, and enjoy it.”

As he gave a closing spiel I took the glass of water which I had been given and had a few final sips while looking around the room again just in case I missed the brunette, but he still wasn’t there. “...Alright, well have a good afternoon everyone.” The event manager finished.

Me and the other people who had been interviewed all stood up and gave a final wave to the audience before we walked into the backroom. I had a thought that maybe George would be waiting for me in here, since he was given access backstage, but he wasn’t.

Where did he disappear to? I asked myself, wishing that I had kept my phone on me so that I could call him. Unfortunately though, I had asked the brunette to hold my phone so that if it rang during the interview I wouldn’t be distracted.

The rest of the group that had been interviewed were all celebrating as they talked among themselves, since this was the last scheduled event before it premiered in a few weeks. A lot of them were chatting with each other about how we should all go out for an early dinner to celebrate. George and I were originally planning to join them, but without him here I wouldn’t.

In a state of worry and panic for the brunette I rushed out of the building, knowing that he wouldn’t have left without telling me, or at the very least signalling me, to let me know. Maybe he had been kidnapped by an insane fan. It was an insane idea but it was the first thing that I could think of.

But as I stepped out into the lobby I sighed with relief, seeing the brunette leaning against a wall while holding my phone in his hands. “George.” I spoke softly as I approached him, and he raised his head to look in my direction. “What are you doing out here?”
“You got a phone call, and I answered it for you.” He explained.

“Who called?” I asked, moving to wrap my arm around his waist while also directing him down an adjoining hallway. After all, in a few minutes a flood of reporters would appear through the lobby and would either trample him or bombard him with questions about our relationship. I stopped walking and waited for an answer.

“It was Monica.” George responded. “Your ex-girlfriend.” My eyes narrowed as he said that.
“Why was she calling?” I asked him. “And I thought that I had her number blocked, how did she even call me?”
“She got a new phone.” The brunette answered. “She told me that herself.”

“Of course she did.” I sighed. “Y’know, when I had originally proposed to her, many years ago, I had never realised that she’d be such an insane stalker. But what was she harassing us for?”
“She basically just said that she didn’t hate me for dating you, and wanted to try and come up with some way to share you when you realised you were her kids' father.”

I buried my face in my hands and sighed. “Please tell me that you told her to fuck off.” Honestly I didn’t expect him to have actually done that, but he nodded.
“I did.” George replied. “And I called her an asshole and a bitch and told her not to call you again.” Without even thinking I pulled him into a kiss, one which he immediately melted into.

“ I love you so fucking much.” I whispered against his lips before kissing him again. The brunette moaned against me before cupping the side of my face and pulling me closer. Within a few seconds he was pushed up against the wall as the two of us made out, not even caring about the fact that people could see us.

“I want you.” I moaned into his mouth. “You are so perfect. I want you right now, please.” He shivered at my words before nodding, muttering something about how he wanted me too, and that was enough for me. I grabbed his arm and began pulling him in the direction of the parking lot with him keeping up with me easily.

The two of us ran out into the parking lot and over to my car where I practically pushed him against the side as we fell into another make-out session. “Clay~” George moaned out, his head falling back as his hips rutted against mine. I hushed him though, going back to kissing around his face again, on his cheeks, nose, forehead, and obviously his lips.

Eventually I knew that I had to break away before I ended up fucking him in the parking lot of some random building, which might be amazingly hot, but also I knew that he wouldn’t want that, so I wouldn’t do it. After pulling away I muttered for him to get in the car.

I drove home, going one or two miles (or as George would say kilometres) over the speed limit to try and get back to my motel faster. As we sped through busy London streets I prayed that there weren’t any police officers watching, cause I didn’t want to end up talking to an officer when I was about to have hot sex with the love of my life.

Eventually we reached the hotel and I haphazardly parked, not caring about the fact that the car may be considered almost over the line in the parking lot. We began running again like a pair of newlyweds would, both eager to get to the privacy of our hotel room.

The second that we got to our room and the door was shut and locked I dragged the small Brit through to our bedroom where he took some charge of the situation. The brunette pulled me with him onto the bed and without a moment of hesitation we started roughly tugging one another’s clothes off.
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Oh my god. Smut chapter for chapter 69? 😱😱😱