Afraid to Love ✔

Part 14

Mia

Larry was speechless for several minutes, but after Laurent pulls his brother into a hug telling him to let it out. He starts crying and it's ugly. "I'm having triplets Lau." He sobs.
Laurent moves his brother to sit beside Mai. I move allowing them to be beside each other.
"I'm sorry, Larry, I didn't mean for" Mai starts but Larry kisses her to shut her up. Before long she was crying and I was pulling Laurent with me out the room.
"Unexpected uterine growth?" Laurent smirks.
"Yeah, I would know if she was planning to get pregnant. And I knew you wouldn't hesitate to tell Larry if you found out first."
"What if she didn't tell him?" He asks.
"I gave her until I left to tell him or I would have told you."
"That's mean."
"I know my sister, she does her best work when presented with a deadline." I laugh.

Back to Project Sexiest Man
The whole goal of Chris and I's 'relationship' was to get him to the top of the Sexiest Man in the World list. Chris tried with Helen but the media made it seem like a reverse Lyle Lovett/Julia Roberts or Seal/Heidi Klum situation. Helen's a close friend so I agreed to help, at first I thought she wanted a makeover but well you see what's going on.
After weeks of showing off at various events, I realize Chris can be a perfect faux beau when he wants. He bristles at some of the paparazzi when they got too close to me. He moving me protectively between Big Sexy and himself.
When we're in public, Chris is in full on 'Prince Charming' mode from helping with my shoes to opening doors to lifting me over puddles and his arm seemed to live around my waist. Which I could tell irritates Laurent but he never says anything about it.
Obviously, I was selected to wear the dress at the end of the Fall Showcase. When Chris heard rumors that it was a wedding dress he convinced them to add him as my escort.

Fall Showcase

Chris helps me out of the car, I noticed that a bulk of the media were over by the starlet who had fallen and 'forgotten' her underwear, so our red carpet entrance was barely covered. At the time, it was just a minor setback.
As I walk into the showcase, somehow my dress train is stepped on and rips. Chris barely manages to get me away from the cameras before my dress fell apart. Prince Chris loans me his jacket until I could get to the changing area. Mini-crisis averted. I sigh.
Finally, right before I walk onstage at the end of the show with him, the sprinklers turned on backstage. The overly decorated, monstrous, red wedding dress was safe but my replacement dress and his suit are now wet and ruined. This is someone's idea of a joke, right?

Chris escorts me down the runway flawlessly, then steps back while the media takes pictures from all angles. I pose for the cameras with a hint of a smile gazing at my 'prince', all the while, trying to figure out what I was going to wear when I leave.
I didn't know until after they start to excavate me from the dress that Chris has clothes for me. He left me the garment bag and box with the promise 'we would get all the media's attention on the way out'.

(After the Fall Showcase)

My outfit was a sleeveless skin tight black leather dress with a split up the left thigh, matching thigh high stiletto boots and a studded black leather choker with a cross hanging from it Add some harlot red lipstick and an exaggerated cat eye and I looked like either bad ass biker Barbie or 'that be $300 for the hour.'
His outfit was black leather pants, matching vest, no shirt showing his very well defined chest and abs, and biker boots.
Chris escorts me to the bike then notices the terror in my eyes as I place my thumb to my lips. I know it would be here but I've never been on one before.
"Just look at me, I will keep you safe." Chris says before mounting and starting what, in my opinion, had to be the loudest motorcycle ever made. He was right, we had everyone's attention both guest and the media. I stood there thumb over my lips while the paparazzi started taking pictures, clamoring for us to look towards their cameras, but we never took our eyes off of each other.
I walk closer to the two wheel death machine in a panic. Chris smiles softly, "Ready?" he mouths. HELL NO! No, don't do it! Screamed the little voice. I only nod a positive response. He grabs my hand moving me closer then places his hands on my waist, lifts me up high over his head. My body looks like the number 7 with my legs against his chest and my face is so close to his. He lowered my hips slowly keeping my face close to his as he begins to sit on the motorcycle. I stare down at him, moving my legs around the outside of this thighs as he sat on the motorcycle. No don't do it get off the death machine and run. The little voice persists.