For The Love Of Chéri (CHAPTERS 1-112 REWRITTEN)

Chapter 137 : Trapped Between Two Worlds

It was the early hours in the morning. Lennon stood in front of the toilet in the bathroom, half asleep, relieving himself.

After he washed his hands, he picked up his phone to see if there was a response from Chéri, there wasn't, but Chéri had been tagged out on the town at many hotspots.

He sat slowly as he saw pictures of Chéri, all dressed up and beutiful, out on the town, and at popular gay clubs with Akara, Sanyi and a few people he didn't recognize. In the background he saw Pierre, obviously acting as bodyguard.

Chéri was wearing a sequined red, backless dress, and a low cut front which showed a glimpse of a flat, red bra. With this, he wore silvery holdups that featured a line up the back and had large lacey tops and killer heels. His hair was styled in bright grey-blonde curls. The tiny dress showcased Chéri's thin, feminine body in such a way that Lennon was speechless as he looked through the pictures.

Lennon called Akara but there was no answer, possibly as they were in a loud club. Lennon wanted to call Madame Dolores, but didn't dare at three in the morning.

Lennon felt a rush of arousal looking at the pictures online, and wanted to be reunited with Chéri as soon as possible. He recalled the soft feel of Chéri's slightly gold tinted skin, the soft curves of his thin thighs, and the pure magic of his touch. He, was snapped out of his daydream when he heard a cry in the still of the night. He grabbed his underwear and put it on before he walked back into their room, and to the little pop up cot in the corner.

"Heeey...hey... come here darlin'' Lennon said softly as he bent down to scoop her up, "I bet your starin' at this weird big guy, with writtin' all over him, speakin' a language you don't understand. But love, is international..." he said as he soothed her and swayed left and right.

Sometimes she would utter a word or two that Lennon could not understand, but he offered her some water, and cuddled her until she fell back sleep in his arms.

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Rodriguez was looking around for Pierre but could not find him anywhere. When he asked Kenzo, he found out that Pierre had been up all night following Chéri from club to club. Carrying his handbag and shoes, picking him up when he fell over drunk, waited outside the toilets when he'd lock himself in there for ages and generally protected him, eventually bringing his entourage, and Chéri home when he was in too much of a bad state to stay out in Barcelona city.

Chéri had also still been in bed, even though it was two in the afternoon, but was woken up to be summoned into the negotiations room by his mother over his behaviour.

Javier was sent to awaken Chéri, and help him while he was being sick everywhere, then bring him to see madam Dolores and Gabriél.

Chéri wanted to know what all the commotion was about as he had heard that a fight broke out in the canteen.

Javier explained that the fight was between Lorenzo, the Italian security member, and his on/off girl Renata, the Italian asset, who had found out that he had slept with Daiquiri.

Javier then explained that it was ridiculous for them to get called to break up a fight between one of their own security teammates and an asset, and that Lorenzo was going to go before Marcel due to it.

The relationship between Renata and Lorenzo had become so poisonous that it was affecting work and she refused to have Lorenzo on her security detail. Both of them were perfectly matched when it came to having a hot temper, and would scream at each other, in Italian, in front of the whole canteen.

He told Chéri how Renata was screaming at Lorenzo and slapping and hitting him while he just shouted back at her while covering his face. It was an embarrassment.