Sweeping Him Off His Feet-Chapter 239: Model.
"A Year Later"
"As we all know, following the incident involving the Wales and Edison families, both parties have decided to sever business ties due to the trauma sustained and the severe damage it caused." A young man stated as he sat behind a large desk, his gaze fixed on the camera as the live news broadcast continued. Beside him sat a blonde-haired lady, her attention focused on the documents laid out on the desk.
The lady lifted her head and looked directly into the camera, forcing a polite smile before she spoke. "In two days’ time, Gyapm Corporation will be launching a major fashion show that will feature a wide range of designs, including fashion for queer, straight, and gay individuals." Her tone carried a hint of playfulness. "Various styles will be showcased, and models such as Jackson Harrison, Claudia Lucan, Valentina Nico, Alexander Fred, and even Charles Wales will be present to represent the brand."
"Laura, did you say Charles Wales?" the male reporter asked, arching a brow as surprise crossed his face.
Laura nodded and winked at the camera. "You heard me right. Our very own CEO’s husband, Charles Wales, who survived a near-death experience, is now a professional model and will be appearing at Gyapm Corporation’s fashion show. You definitely would not want to miss it."
"Pookie, your name is being broadcast on the news," Augustine purred as he wrapped his arms around Charles’s waist. Charles was seated on the bed, his gaze fixed on the large screen in front of him. "Pookie, are you excited?" Augustine asked, and Charles nodded.
"Pfft," Augustine let out a playful scoff as he grabbed the remote control and switched off the television.
"Come on, what’s that for?" Charles inquired, his attention shifting from the dark screen to Augustine.
Augustine sighed, tightening his hold around Charles’s waist. "I... I can’t..."
His words trailed off, and a soft chuckle escaped Charles’s lips. He turned fully to face Augustine and wrapped his arms around his waist in return.
"Did cat get your tongue, mister handsome? Or aren’t you excited that your husband is now a model?"
"Oh, fuck, Pookie. I love the sound of that," Augustine purred.
Charles lifted his hands and cupped Augustine’s cheeks, leaning closer to his neck. "Do you like the sound of me calling myself a model?"
Augustine chuckled and shook his head. "I like the sound of being called your husband," he purred.
Charles rolled his eyes and then swiftly slid out of the bed, stretching his right hand toward Augustine. "Come on, baby. Let’s take our bath. You don’t want to be late for work," he whispered, and a faint frown immediately settled on Augustine’s face.
Augustine pouted, folded his arms across his chest, and rolled down from the bed with a lingering scowl.
"Why are you frowning all of a sudden?" Charles asked.
Augustine sighed and ignored the question as he began to make his war toward the bathroom while at the same time, he loosened his bathrobe, letting it slip from his shoulders and fall to the floor before him. He paused, glanced back at Charles, and murmured, "I’m going to take my bath,"
Following the words of Augustine, he stepped inside the bathroom.
Charles stared at the locked bathroom door for a moment, contemplating whether it would be wise to join Augustine. Deep down, he knew that if he did, Augustine might end up going to work late or worse, might decide not to go at all, since the possibility of the two of them making out in the bathroom was quite high.
Sigh!
With a loud exhale escaping the mouth of Charles, he allowed his bathrobe slipped off from his body before making his way towards the bathroom. By the time Charles entered the bathroom, the shower was already running, warm water cascading over Augustine’s hair and down his entire body.
Standing in front of Augustine, Charles eyes quietly trailed from Augustine chest, to his waist and down to the middle of his leg which has a big tall monster that was standing tall in an alluring manner.
"Fuck," Charles mused within as he once more lifted his gaze back to Augustine face which now has a teasing smirk attached to his lips.
"Do you like what you see?" Augustine asked softly.
Charles nodded. "I do," he replied, his voice low. "And umm... can we fuck in this bathroom? I want you?"
A devious smirk curved at the corner of Augustine’s lips as he promptly nodded his head, placing his hands on each side of Charles’ waist before pulling him closer. "I like seeing you look at me like that," Augustine purred, lowering his back as he leaned his face closer to Charles’ ear, giving a gentle bite to it. "Your dick is getting more sexy each day I set my eyes on it."
"Hahaha," Charles chuckled slightly as he roamed his tongue across his lips while allowing Augustine to lean his face away.
As they stood right in front of each other in complete nakedness under the flowing water, Charles’ gaze couldn’t help but fall onto Augustine’s chest.
He sighed, his shoulders dropping in frustration. "Babe, does it hurt?"
Augustine arched his brows. "What?" he probed, a bit confused by the question of Charles.
"I... I mean, does your scar hurt?" Charles inquired as he rephrased his statement once more.
Augustine followed Charles’s gaze and stared at his chest, looking at the scar where he had sustained a gunshot wound from Aubrey.
A year ago, when Aubrey pulled the trigger, the bullet had struck Augustine in the chest, but before she could fire again, she was shot in the head and died on the spot. Augustine had been rushed to the hospital alongside his lover and friend, and after being in a coma for four months, he finally woke up.
"It doesn’t hurt, pookie, and besides, if you ever find yourself in danger, I wouldn’t bat an eyelid to take another bullet for you, because I would rather be dead than be alive when you’re no more..."
"Shut the fuck up!" Charles chipped in as he shoved Augustine lightly in the chest. "We just got married two months ago and you’re already talking about leaving me? What the hell!" Charles spat, rolling his eyes as he pouted his lips.
Augustine chuckled softly as he leaned in and planted a kiss on Charles’s forehead. "You also escaped death, Charles. You were in a coma for three months, and I never want you to go through that again." He stated and his tone turned serious as he lowered his lips and kissed Charles’s eyelid. "I hope we both grow old together with a healthy mind and body."
"I hope so too," Charles whispered, pulling Augustine closer as he rested his forehead against his and without warning, he grabbed the dick of Augustine and gave it a firm squeeze.
"Ohh...fuck!"
Author’s note:
Dear readers, it’s your lovely author here. I hope you’ll are enjoying this novel?
By the way, this novel will soon be coming to an end, and I’m planning on starting a new one. I would love to hear your opinions as readers.
In a gay novel, do you prefer first-person POV or third-person POV?
Your reply would really mean a lot to me.
Thanks!
