This is a story written from Freddie's POV only....coming to terms with the fact that he is in fact gay...Freddie falls for a woman...but not only is he attracted to her emotionally he wants to devour her physically as well...but ONLY her...no other...
After an almost 8 hour flight, I was feeling a bit groggy. I hardly slept the whole flight because my nerves were shot. I started thinking maybe this was not the best idea, maybe Theresa just needed space...maybe the boys were right...how could I delay a show during a tour? this was not me, I mean sure I am a man of impulse but right now this was not the best approach.
Oh well, too late I am here now. So might as well get what I came for, I had Phoebe and my driver fly here with me. Under such short notice I did not have any security with me. These old fellows will have to do, plus everyone is expecting me to be in London right now I don't think there will be much of an issue. Phoebe and I waited for valet to round up the rental car. My driver got in and pulled up closer to us, I got in as Phoebe came in behind me. "Where to?" asked the driver. "First things first, I need a hotel room to freshen up in." I said lighting a cigarette. "Okay sir." We pulled off, Phoebe was reading a magazine and I was lost in my thoughts.
After getting a room and settling in, it was now 4:30pm here in New York. In London it'd almost be 9:00pm, I was feeling sleepy but there was no time for that. I showered and had Phoebe steam press my clothes. I had to look dashing for Theresa.
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Here we are lovies, how do I look? oh yes I know it should be illegal to look this good 😉 oops getting carried away...on with the story dears.
To tell the truth as ravishing as I looked I was still nervous, how would Theresa react knowing I basically followed her here? I began to creep myself out, I assure you I was just trying to be romantic. I had Phoebe look up Theresa's address in the little black book I had him hold on to. I told him to go drive by and see if it looked like anyone was home. When he returned half an hour later he said that it looked empty, no lights were on. "Great, set dinner reservations for 8:00 please" I told him, I had planned and hoped Theresa and I would reconcile and we'd be ready for a nice romantic meal. I fixed myself a drink and had one last cigarette before heading out.
Well here we are the moment of truth, you see darlings Theresa and Gwen's apartment were a bit like a complex. It had a lobby inside when you first walk in. I sat there awaiting, possibly for rejection but hoping for love.
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