Patrick Stump and His Lawyer Lady (WARNING CONTAINS EROTICA) #wattys2015

Chapter Eleven: Alpha Dog

Chapter Eleven: Alpha Dog

Patrick’s POV

So it was finally Saturday. Tony was being all cute and refusing to let me sleep over because she wanted to surprise me with her outfit. I had spoken to my mom who refused to tell me what she picked out for her but said that Tony was amazing and she wants grandchildren who look like her.

Geez mom, no pressure.

I stood outside of Tony’s door, nervous yet excited because this was the first time the boys and I were going to the Teen Choice Awards with our significant others. The theme of the night was “Teen Spirit” and I had on a pair of baggy jeans, (against my religion) a basket ball shirt and fitted cap mixed with some bling. I was going at mocking Justin Bieber. What can I say, not a fan of the kid.

I knocked twice and heard a squeal from behind the door.

“Mom, is that you?”

“Uhm, yes dear. I came to help Tony get ready. Tony, sweety, Patrick’s here!”

I heard her shout, probably from upstairs. “Coming mãe!”

Now I was highly confused. What did she call my mom?

The door opened and I gasped. Tony was beyond words. Her long, black hair was in loose curls with the fringe pulled over one eye – kind of reminiscent of Pete in his emo day – she wore a black corset top with a mid-sleeved leather jacket and biker gloves. The bottom consisted of a punk skirt in black and black knee high boots with a stiletto heel. Her make-up was done thickly – that’s most likely what my mom was helping with and her luscious lips stood out with just a clear coat of gloss on.

“Tony, holy smokes, you look amazing. Come on, I need to go home first. I am getting out of this Bieber crap and into something to match you!”

My mom and her shared a look that actually melted me. “Honey, you don’t have to go home and change. Your mom gave me your sizes and your matching outfit is in our bedroom.  Go up and change.”

I looked at Tony with a huge smile on my face. She just said “our” bedroom that was so cute.

30 minutes later we met up with the rest of the guys at the Starbucks near the award (probably Pete’s choice) so we could introduce the spouses and girlfriends. Pete and Joe stood up and kissed Tony’s cheek commenting on how great she looked and how nice it was to see her again. Andy was shocked.

“I’m sorry but how did you get Antonia Oliviera, one of the greatest legal minds and most attractive women in the world, to dress like an emo rocker and come to this thing as your date?” he spluttered out. Andy was fangirlling my girlfriend. It was almost too cute.

“Ah Andy, do you want a picture and autograph?” I taunted.

He looked at me with a dead straight face. “Seriously? Yeah, here’s my phone!”

We ended up doing group shots and couple shots and Tweeting them just as we left, didn’t want to get Starbucks flooded.

Nick Cannon on the carpet was ruthless though.

“Patrick, man, good to see you! This is the first year that Fall Out Boy have decided to bring their significant others instead of going as a band and you were spotted last weekend with this lovely lady who turns out to be a lawyer to the stars. I must say, nice choice. Are you guys official or is it just a date?”

I weighed my words carefully. “Well I’m sure the press got most of our date day down last week and we get weird Twitter alerts like “Patrick and lawyer lady spotted getting gas” which had us canning ourselves. I was like baby, did you know us getting gas is a big deal? But Antonia is definitely my girlfriend.” I kissed her cheek lightly and she let out one of her cute laughs.

“I don’t think Patrick realizes the press is following me, not him.”

Nick laughed at her wit. “Now Antonia, I know you handled my marriage arrangements but you practice under the name Tony so we all thought you was some bald, Italian. You turn out to be what looks like a Miss World Finalist. How are you dealing with dating a celebrity?”

She laughed him off. “The same way normal people deal with dating one another I suppose?”

Nick announced us for the last time and we went on in. I gave her a brush on her lips, “well done honey, you did really well for your first red carpet appearance.”

I was so proud of her.

Tony’s POV

My first red carpet interview went well and I got to watch Fall Out Boy perform from backstage. It was amazing. All the guys ran offstage and kissed my cheek until Patrick. He swooped me into his arms then bent me into a full on make-out session until we heard camera’s going off. Pete laughed hysterically and shouted:

“Hey Patrick, how come you’ve always got to top everyone else?” Patrick smiled and flipped him off.

The after party was going great. Patrick and I made our way around the room and I got to meet a few of my clients and even got referrals for some new ones. I was standing talking to Brendon Urie, who it turns out I had a lot in common with, when I saw someone walking determinedly over to me. I knew who it was; Patrick’s ex-wife.

“Thinking of hiring her Brendon? You’ll get more than you bargained for out of the deal apparently. Look at how well Patrick got off.”

Brendon smiled and remained composed. “Well hello to you too! Haven’t seen you since before Patrick divorced your cheating ass. As you can see, I’m introducing myself to his new girlfriend and someone I hope both Sarah and I will be good friends going forward with.” He took both my hands and kissed each cheek in the traditional Portuguese way. Devemos fazer algo juntos em breve.”

I laughed at his Portuguese; it was so nice to see Patrick and his friends trying to familiarize themselves with my culture. I smiled in return, “muito bom Brendon.”

Patrick’s mom had even done some research and asked me to call her “mae.” I was so honored. I remembered Mrs. Stump was waiting for my attention.

“Mrs. Stump, what can I do for you?”

She smirked, “while I got the short end of the stick you certainly got the longer one.  A payday and a celebrity boyfriend in one go. You must be quite impressed with yourself Oliveira.”

Two could play smug. “Why yes Mrs. Stump, I am quite lucky and I’m also intelligent and educated enough not to cheat on my celebrity boyfriend publically or at all because I happen to be a woman of class.” I nodded at her gracefully and lifted my glass in leave. I walked towards Patrick and his arm instantly went around my waist and I leaned in to kiss his cheek.

“Your ex-wife is a cow. We should shoot her and have a barbeque tomorrow with all your friends.” He laughed loudly at my joke but then got serious.

“Was she bad?”

“No honey, she just made a comment about me using you for business purposes and I hit her back with I am quite lucky and I’m also intelligent and educated enough not to cheat on my celebrity boyfriend publically or at all because I happen to be a woman of class.”

He kissed my lips softly this time and grinned at me widely. “Well done baby. Oh, speaking of barbeques, we really are having one with the rest of the group and Panic! At The Disco. We can do it at my house since they all know where it is but I don’t know if all the wives and girlfriends are coming yet but you will right?”

I nodded consent. “Of course, but I’ll sleep by you tonight to get the food prepared. I still have clothes at your place.”

For the rest of the evening, while we worked the room, I was deep in thought. Eight days into our relationship and we kept clothes at each other’s houses, we always talked via the phone or text and our twitter feeds had loads of tweets from one another. We were so couple it was cliché.