I sleepily made my way out of Claudia’s guest room and walked down the giant staircase to the kitchen, wearing just my black boxers.

I had expected only Claudia to be here so I wasn’t worried, I had seen her pretty much naked on numerous occasions, because apparently drunk and high people love to just take their clothes off and traumatise their gay friends by prancing around the house.

I entered the kitchen and was surprised to see an extremely attractive man, flipping eggs in her kitchen. I sat down on the stool and looked suspiciously at this man.

‘Good Morning,’ He said to me cheerfully, a French accent coming through, was it French?, anyway, I wasn’t really paying attention, being more interested in the muscles hiding under his tight black t-shirt.

Mm this glorious stranger was quite beautiful, his dark brown hair was swept away from his strong tanned face.

‘Breakfast?’ he asked, flipping a pancake.

Was this gorgeous man here to make me breakfast then kill me?

He was a stranger. Stanger’s in houses equal murders? Right?

Had he broken into the house and decide that he was hungry?

Interesting.

‘Did you rob the place before you started cooking? Or are you planning to do it after? Because I can help if it’s after. Claudia has some god-awful stuff in her closet that I would just love to get rid of’

‘I’m sorry what?’ the hot man asked.

‘You’re pretty dumb for a burglar, it was a simple question. Geeze.’ I huffed, this guy seemed to be missing some brains, but don’t worry, his body made up for it.

‘Are you on drugs?’ He laughed, leaning forward to inspect me.

Gosh this robber was stupid, he should be thanking me for trying to help him. Gosh people are ungrateful these days.

‘Just trying to help Mr Robber.’

‘I’m not going to rob the place,’ he laughed, ‘I’m the new Chef.’

Oh.

Yeah that makes sense.

‘BACON!’ I yelled, suddenly noticing the plate of bacon sitting on the bench. I reached over and grabbed a handful, stuffing it in my mouth.

‘Is your friend on crack?’ The glorious burglar, wait, chef, said to someone behind me.

‘Uh, nah, he just gets like this when he has to spend a whole day in public being normal. This is like his 'normal' detoxing period.’

I swung on the bench chair to see Claudia, a silk bath robe tied around her.

She came and sat down next to me.

‘Pete, this is Ryan, my boyfriend.’

‘Nice to meet you Sir,’ he stuck his hand out to shake mine.

‘No time – bacon,’ I said stuffing another piece of bacon into my mouth.

Heaven.

Yumm.

Bacon.

There was a pile of magazines on the bench and Claudia reached over to grab one, turning to me and laughing ‘I see that someone got lucky last night.’

‘I see someone stayed off the drugs last night’ I whispered, patting her head like a good doggy. I was about to call her my good doggy when she laughed.

‘What? I’m talking about this.’

She held the article out to me, the authors name was the one and only, Karly Grayson. I read the headline which stated, ‘Max Stark Confirms New Girlfriend, Alisa Zalesskii.’

Underneath the headline was a photo of my amazing Max, wearing the same suit from last night, kissing the devils spawn, ‘Alisa’ in a dark alley.

That’s it.

Where is this bitch? Huh? TELL ME!

Someone’s going to be murdered and be prepared, it will not be pretty.

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‘MAX’ I screamed running into his apartment.

He ran out from his bedroom, dressed in jeans and socks, but no shirt.

Whoops, I might have interrupted him getting dressed, well that’s a plus for me I guess.

Mmmm so hot. That chest. Those abs. Can I lick it?

No! Head in the game Ryan!

I ran the few steps towards him and his eyes widened.

Was he scared?

‘Are you alright?’ I asked him.

‘Uh, please don’t kill me! I didn’t kiss her! She kissed me!’

What?

‘I knew all that! I came here to comfort you since the Devils Russian counterpart probably traumatised you for life!’

He let out a sigh and laughed, ‘She didn’t traumatise me.’

I ignored his traumatised ramblings, he was obviously freaking out.

‘Don’t worry Baby, I’ll make sure that evil woman never comes near you again. Also, can I have her address?’

‘I am fine and I don’t think so, I don’t want to have to hide you from the police for the next ten years.’

‘I wouldn’t get caught!’

Geeze! I’ve watched enough crime shows! There’s no way I would get caught.

‘Ryan,’ he cautioned me, urg, why was he always right?

‘Urg fine. You are probably riddled with devil germs! Get in the shower! Now!’

‘I’m fine,’ he insisted, but he was obviously still in shock from that awful woman making him kiss her.

‘Come on, I’ll have a shower with you.’

Realisation hit his face, ‘Yep, I’m traumatised, better make it an extra-long shower.’

‘Anything for you,’ I smiled and gave him a hug.

Why would he think that I would be mad for a second! I knew that Russian slut had problem written all over her. Also only crazy, psychopathic, boyfriend stealing, whores can pull off such a sparkly dress. Right?

Wait, what?

Eh who cares?

‘Shower now?’ he winked and nodded, pulling him by his arm into the bathroom.

*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_

‘Well I am definably sure that all the devil germs are gone,’ Max laughed as he flopped onto the bed, I finished pulling my black shirt over my wet hair before flopping down next to him.

‘Good,’ I mumbled.

I thought about this morning, did Claudia say that I was going through a ‘normal’ detox? Does she think I’m not normal?

I am normal, I act like everyone else when I’m working but when it’s just when I get around Max or when I’m really comfortable, like when I’m at Claudia’s house, it just seems like I get a little hypo and lose the filter between my brain and mouth.

Claudia’s always told me that she doesn’t mind if I act all crazy around her, as long as I am normal for the cameras.

If we came out, would Max say the same thing?

I felt arms wrap around me and I turned in them, my head resting on his chest.

Maybe he wouldn’t say the same thing?

But would I ever know? I mean, could we ever come out as a couple without me losing my career?

According to what I’ve been told by Robert and Claudia, probably not.

‘I don’t like my image sometimes, sometimes I just want to spend all my days exactly like this,’ I whispered into his shirt, and he just held onto me tighter, making me feel safe and happy.

‘It could be like this, you know?’

‘How?’

‘We come out as a couple.’

‘Max.’

‘I’m not pressuring you, I just want you to know that it’s an option.’

I nodded into his chest and closed my eyes.