Date: Tue, 22 Apr 2014 17:08:04 +1000
From: Andy Darko <niftyandydarko@gmail.com>
Subject: Channing's Visit Pt 13

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Channing's Visit - Chapter 13
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Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know. It's been two months. Bitch, cry, moan, complain,
hate. I know. Trust me, I feel like a cad for keeping you all waiting, but
life has been... interesting. I hit a roadblock and couldn't get past it
for quite a while. But, things are up and running again and I will try my
best not to make you guys wait!

-Andy
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	The next few weeks zoomed by faster than I could imagine. That same
hungover day, Channing filled me in on all the details about our blackmail
situation. The gentleman that had met with he and Naina was a private
investigator who was attempting to track down our criminal with as much
subtlety as possible, seeing as he had stated that police involvement would
result in an outing as well. Apparently, he wasn't a complete idiot as the
IP address from the e-mail was registered at a public library. The trail
kind of died there because there was no record of who used the computers
that he could find, but it put us in a general proximity of his
house. Hopefully.

	Michael and I continued to talk, though I kept him at a safe
distance. When I did relent and have dinner with him, I made sure that Jen
came along as a buffer in case things got a little drunk. Channing said
nothing about the texts and calls from Michael for a while, but we did have
one loud argument after the pictures from my drunken night showed up in
some gossip mag. It was nothing sleazy, just a photo story about Jen that
happened to include that evening. Of course, they had to add in the picture
of myself with Michael's arm around my waist which sent Channing into a
fevered pitch. In the end, I had to call Jen and have her talk him down by
assuring him that nothing happened that night nor any night since. Our sex
that night was definitely angry sex.

	Admittedly, I walked funny the next day.

	Channing continued his meetings and work and so forth while I put
the finishing touches on my pieces. Every day, I would look them over and
perhaps add a splash of color here or a shadow there, but my modifications
became less and less. One day, I finally found myself content and sent some
pictures off to my managerial consultant, informing her that these were the
finished products. Eventually, there would be a showing, most likely in New
York City, but at the moment, I just enjoyed them in the space of the
garage.

	And then, seemingly out of nowhere, Channing informed me that we
were heading to France for the Cannes Film Festival. My excitement was
through the roof. I had never been to France and certainly never been to
such a prestigious red carpet event. A good portion of the week was spent
packing only the most fashionable items my money, and Owen's advice, had
bought. Much to Channing's amusement, I insisted on stopping in Denver to
have Dylan cut my hair, as he was the only one I trusted. Naina's
disapproval was palpable, but she booked my flight to Denver a day earlier
than Channing's to New York, timing it so I would meet him there and
continue on to France.

	The travel was uneventful, as was the drive from the airport to the
salon. Once inside, however, it was the usual hubbub. "Look at this Los
Angeles sissy sashaying her behind in here like she's somebody," Dylan
snickered as I walked in. "Weeks with no call, no appearance, nothing. And,
now..."

	"Good to see you, too, Dylan." As it was a weekday, it was just
Dylan by himself. It was nice to have a one-on-one instead of the normal
salon circus.

	"So, what's the special occasion, slut?"

	I was tempted to roll my eyes, but I could see him watching in the
mirror. I answered as he wrapped the apron around me. "I'm going to
France."

	Dylan's eyebrows lifted. "Oh, really now? And, what are we doing in
France? Going to see the Mona Lisa?"

	"A little more exciting than that. I'm going to the Cannes Film
Festival."

	Dylan gasped dramatically, hand on his chest in the stereotypical
gay gasp pose. "Look at you, Mister Sister! Hanging out with Hollywood
stars, huh? Anyone... special escorting you to the events?"

	"Yes, and I'm not telling you who it is, so don't bother asking."

	Dylan pursed his lips as he began cutting and clipping, his face
formed into a look of annoyance. "It wouldn't happen to be little Mister
Gordon-Levitt, would it?"

	"No, Dylan. I am not dating Joey."

	"That's too bad," he sighed. "He is one tight little piece of
delicious." The lewd comment brought a laugh to my lips, especially
considering I knew how delicious firsthand. When I didn't respond, Dylan
continued on his list of hopefuls. "Hugh Jackman? Tyson Beckford? Mario
Lopez? Take your pick of anyone from Teen Wolf?"

	"God, you are relentless," I laughed. "I already told you that it's
a secret. I love you with all my heart and wallet, but he and I agreed that
we would only come out to people if we talked about it beforehand."

	"Well, don't you sound all married and bullshit."

	"Communication is key to a successful relationship."

	"And, now you sound like you've been watching too much fucking
Oprah."

	I ignored his jibe as he continued cutting and styling. After weeks
of being in L.A., it was nice to have some degree of familiarity in my
life. Dylan, despite being a catty, shady he-bitch, was one of the few
people in Colorado that I could actually call a friend. He would always be
there to cut my hair, he would always call me names and he would always
jest with me that I was strange and forever destined to be single. His
consistency was something that I adored and felt comfortable with. And,
that was why I came back to see him, even if it was just for a quick cut.

	All too soon, Dylan was done and I settled up. As I made my way
towards the door, I couldn't help but pull him into a hug. I felt him
hesitate in surprise before drawing me into him. "Aw, isn't this sweet?
Good thing no one else is here to see it."

	I rolled my eyes as I shoved him away. "Way to ruin the moment."

	"Would you expect anything else?" he snickered. "Now, get out of
here. Go have fun in France. Don't eat too many carbs. You know they love
their bread over there, girl."

	Then, it was back to the airport and onto New York City to meet
Channing. As I disembarked the plane, I got a message to meet him in a
private lounge. After getting lost in the massive space of the airport, I
managed to find the place. Once inside, I was greeted by Channing... and
Naina.

	"I didn't know we had a chaperone," I commented as Channing met me
for a hug. Without so much as a glance, Naina replied dryly. "Someone must
come along to keep Channing's affairs in order. I trust that you'll be
too... preoccupied to maintain a proper schedule."

	I mimicked her tone under my breath, making Channing laugh. Seeing
as there was no one else in the room, he didn't hesitate to kiss me
passionately. I leaned into him welcomingly as our lips met. "You sure
about all this?" I asked quietly. "I mean, there are going to be a lot of
cameras in Cannes."

	Channing looked over his shoulder at Naina who turned away from us
pointedly. He brushed my hair back sweetly, then smiled. "Of course I'm
sure. It's going to be a lot of fun and I can't imagine not having you
there. Plus, I've got some surprises up my sleeve for you."

	"I guess there's no point in asking what said surprises are, huh?"

	"Nope."

	"Ass."

	"Love you, too."

	I kissed him as I smiled. "I love you." The words felt as natural
as breathing.

	We settled into our seats and waited for the flight, sipping drinks
and chatting casually. I was more than pleased to find out that Naina had
booked the two of us seats next to each other, but had chosen to seat
herself at a distance. When we made it onto the plane, I was even more
excited to see that our seats were more like some futuristic space pods
that reclined fully into a bed-like form. The flight itself was only about
nine hours, but it was good to know we would be comfortable.

	After a few hours of perusing through movies and discretely
flirting with Channing, I reclined and slipped into sleep. Hours later, I
was awoken by Channing and told that we were landing. My heart leapt into
my chest in excitement as I peered out of the window. I couldn't see
anything distinctive, but just knowing that we were close sent me into a
frenzy.

	Naina led the way off the plane, assuring us that she would
organize the retrieval of our bags and that a car was standing by. Channing
walked next to me with a Cheshire grin on his face. "What are you up to?" I
asked warily.

	"Just surprise number one."

	"What are you..."

	I followed his gaze and squealed loudly. "JOEY!" I took off through
the mass of bodies and leapt into Joey's arms, laughing. He spun me around
before setting me on the floor. "I haven't seen you in freaking weeks!"

	"Good to see you, too, buddy!"

	Channing joined us and gave Joey a very bro-esque hug. "You didn't
have to wait long, did you?"

	"Nah, just landed about half an hour ago."

	"You two planned this?" I cut in as we began towards the exit. "How
devious."

	Joey chuckled. "It was all Channing's idea. I mean, I was going to
be here anyway. Might as well give you a shock right off the bat. Besides,
gotta give you something to look at besides Channing's tragic mug."

	I shook my head as Channing playfully shoved Joey. "You have the
address, right?"

	Joey opened his phone and retrieved the information. "Got it right
here."

	"What address?" I cut in. "What are you two talking about?"

	Channing's face formed into that same mischievous grin. "We're all
staying together while we're here. We got a place for all of us so we can
all hang out."

	"Won't that make things a little... difficult? For you and me?
Intimately speaking?"

	Joey sniggered as Channing put his arm around my shoulders. "It's a
three-story house. We have a whole floor to ourselves, babe." He lowered
his voice and leaned into me. "And, I'm going to fuck you in as many rooms
as possible."

	I shoved him away, rolling my eyes, of course. "How long have you
two been planning all this?"

	"Long enough," Joey replied. "Someone has a difficult time replying
to emails, apparently. And, since you two are always together, I wasn't
allowed to say anything in text in case you saw it."

	"Are you insinuating that I'm nosey?"

	"No. I'm stating that Channing will do anything you ask him to do
since he is powerless to resist you. And, because he's a pushover."

	The playful banter continued through the airport and into the
waiting vehicle. Naina, efficient as ever, had already had the bags loaded
and given the address to the driver. I demanded to sit next to the window
so I could take in the view as we drove into Cannes. The weather was
perfect; bright, dazzling sunshine, gorgeous blue sky and a few wisps of
white clouds. As we approached closer to our destination, the Mediterranean
suddenly came into view, the rays of the sun bouncing off of the water in a
beautiful and ever-changing shimmer.

	The driver took us down the scenic strip as we made our way to our
temporary home. On one side, the beach and the water beyond it. On the
other, shops ranging from small gelato places with open air sitting to
top-tier boutiques like Givenchy and Versace. In the midst of it all, a
McDonald's. I felt the smile on my face as I took it all in.

	Soon, we were clambering out of the car and making our way into a
chic three story brownstone. From the outside, it looked like nothing
special. The bricks looked like they had once been whitewashed, but had
faded in the years since, which gave it a rustic feel. In European fashion,
almost every window had a shallow wrought iron balcony. The third floor had
a full balcony that spanned almost the entire building.I couldn't tell from
our current vantage point, but it looked like perhaps there was a rooftop
area as well.

	The inside was in complete contrast to the outer appearance. It was
lavishly done with a modern-contemporary style that was absolutely
stunning.The walls were dual-toned with pristine white and slate grey,
covered in paintings and classic fixtures. All of the furniture was a
paradox of sleek yet comfortable, plush and streamlined. Working
fireplaces, beautiful entertainment systems, fully furnished kitchen and an
enclosed outdoor area. Naina, surely under the guise of playing door guard,
made herself comfortable on the ground floor as the boys and I made our way
upstairs. Joey ditched us as soon as we got to the second floor. Channing
and I basically bolted up to the third floor.

	The space was incredible, more like a loft than anything else. The
massive four post bed was something out of a royal palace, legs engraved
elaborately from top to bottom. The curtains that framed the bed were the
perfect opaqueness to add a sensuality to it. In the front of the room was
an entire wall of paneled doors leading out to the scenic balcony which
afforded us a view of the ocean. Even the bathroom was completely decked
out with a tub that could easily fit four people, jacuzzi jets and a large,
but intimate open shower. The entire room was lit from above by a large
skylight that bathed the room in light.

	Once our bags had reached the room and the driver had left, I
kicked off my shoes and socks, then made straight for the balcony. The
smell of the sea lingered in the air, the sound of the waves crashing was a
constant hum in the background. As I looked out over the top of the
buildings and at the ocean, I felt Channing press himself against me. He
said nothing, but drew me into his arms and place his chin on my
shoulder. I placed my hands over his and sighed contentedly.

	We stood like that for a few minutes before I felt Channing turn
his head and kiss my neck. The gesture was sweet, but it didn't remain that
way for long. Channing's lips kept contact, dotting my skin softly as he
made his way towards my ear. His hands simultaneously slid to my waist and
lingered, just for a moment, before creeping towards my crotch. Behind me,
a familiar hardness pressed into me.

	"Mm, let's go inside," I sighed.

	Channing's lips grazed my ear. "Or... we could just stay right
here."

	"And what if someone sees us?"

	My protest wasn't even finished before Channing hooked his fingers
in my belt loops and pulled the back of my pants down just under my
ass. With his lips still grazing my neck, I heard him lower his
zipper. "Then, let's do this discreetly."

	I didn't bother trying to resist.

	A pleased sigh escaped my lips as I felt Channing's piece come in
contact with my exposed cheeks. His member was hot compared to the salty
sea breeze and it sent bumps across my skin. Channing leaned against me,
his cock nestled in the middle of my ass, and attacked my neck. He gripped
my hair in one hand and pulled my head to the side, exposing my skin to
him. The contact combined with the indisputable dominance made my own dick
hard as a rock. However, I could do nothing to relieve the building tension
in my crotch as I was firmly pinned against the railing.

	Without warning, Channing dropped down and shoved his tongue up my
hole, evoking a feral moan from my lips. There was no way that the people
down on the sidewalk hadn't heard. Of course, there was no way I
cared. Channing was lapping at my hole like it was a meal and he was
starving. His tongue was spreading me open in anticipation of the pounding
I was about to receive. I could feel his spit sliding down my inner thigh,
seeping into the fabric of my pants.

	Then, just like that, Channing stood and shoved his entire length
into me. My jaw dropped, but no sound came out; he had knocked the wind
right out of me. I saw stars in front of my eyes. Basically, everything
that everyone says happens when you have great sex happened. Channing must
have felt the same way because he pressed his face to my neck as a shudder
rippled through him. I turned my head to kiss him, but, in a gesture of
aggressive sexuality, Channing took me by the back of my neck and pushed me
forward. I was pinned on the railing and looking down at the pedestrians
walking past. My dick throbbed as I thought about the fact that these
people had no clue that Channing Tatum was plowing another man just three
stories above their heads.

	Channing pulled out of me slowly, then slammed back in, ramming me
against the rail. I prayed that it was sturdy enough to keep us from
tumbling dick-first to our dooms. I felt the familiar thrill of being
somewhat exposed to the public while Channing had his way with me, my cock
pulsing angrily in its cotton confines. His thrusts were accented with
periods of obscene grinding, him shoving himself as far as he could into me
and writhing his body against mine. I clung to the rail and moaned like a
bitch in heat. Channing gripped the back of my shirt and used it as
leverage.

	Despite the constant sea breeze, I was sweating profusely, drops
falling to the street like rain. Channing was no different. Every now and
again, I would feel sweat drip off of him onto my exposed ass. Our skin
began to stick slightly at every meeting. The sound of our bodies clashing
became impossibly more vulgar, like something you would hear in a movie.

	A dirty movie.

	I felt myself being pulled up by the shoulder, so I stood upright
and let Channing latch onto my neck. He huffed and groaned in my ear as he
fucked me against the railing. My dick was repeatedly being smashed against
the hard iron, but refused to go down. I didn't understand how people below
weren't hearing the whines and moans of pleasure spilling from my mouth,
but just seeing them walk by made me hot. Channing had turned me into a
secret exhibitionist and I was loving it.

	So much so, in fact, that I could already feel my orgasm
approaching. My grip on the railing tightened so hard that my knuckles
turned white, my jaw fell open and my knees started to give out. Had I not
been pinned between Channing and the rail, I may have collapsed. Instead, I
was sandwiched between the two as I spun into an amazing orgasm. I could
only whimper as my cock fired off inside my underwear, soaking the fabric
through. The load was copious and, as it gathered, it coated my entire hip
and groin, spreading warmth throughout.

	Channing picked up the pace, pounding me even harder through my
climax. He growled under his breath as he fucked and pushed me forward
again. I didn't have to wait long for him to burst; a few minutes later,
Channing yanked his piece out of me, stroked it a couple of times, then
huffed loudly as he shot all over my ass. I felt his spurts land over my
cheeks and exposed hole, his hot seed dripping down my legs. Behind me, I
could hear Channing breathing heavily.

	"Holy shit," I gasped. "That was-,"

	I yelped as Channing suddenly shoved his cum-covered length back
into me. A pleased shiver moved through him, accompanied by a contented
sigh. He gave a few half-hearted thrusts before burying himself completely
inside of me. "You were saying?"

	I chuckled as I stood. "That was amazing."

	Channing kissed me on the cheek and smiled. "Someone it turning
into quite the public sex addict."

	"Fuck off! You're the one who keeps starting it!"

	"And, you're the one who keeps liking it..."

	I shouldered him away from and out of me. "Whatever. I'm going to
take a shower, jerk." I moved to walk past him, but Channing pulled me into
a passionate kiss. He held me hostage for a few moments before I broke
free, slid my cum soaked pants off and padded to the bathroom. Channing
joined me as I stepped behind the single pane of glass. As I let the water
run down my body, I watched him pull off his shirt and pants. Damn it, he
was hot.

	He slid into the shower next to me and silently began washing my
sweaty body. I couldn't help but kiss him as his soapy hands traveled over
my skin. His palms caressed my sides, then my back as we embraced, then
traveled over my backside. Under the guise of cleaning off his load,
Channing paid more attention to the globes of flesh than probably
necessary. And, even though we had just climaxed minutes prior, both of our
dicks stiffened a bit from the contact. Even more so when Channing plunged
a slick finger into my hole.

	I was still tender from being on the receiving end of Channing's
powerful fucking, so the sensation of that single finger was electric. I
moaned within our kiss which made Channing smile. "Think you're up for
another round?"

	I scoffed loudly. "I don't think I can cum again just yet. Why? Can
you?"

	Those green eyes bore into me as he slipped a second finger inside
my ass. "With the proper incentive..."

	"I don't know, babe," I said, moaning slightly as he continued his
manual manipulations. "I don't think I have the energy to take another one
of your power fucks." He smiled sweetly, removing his digits. "That's
okay. Maybe later. I just can't seem to resist you."

	"How cheesy," I teased. "But, sweet."

	"And, true."

	We finished our shower with only minimal groping, toweled off and
slid into the bed for a jet lag nap. I settled in as Channing dropped the
curtains, enveloping us in a diffused light. The soft sheets and downy
pillows sucked me into a world of comfort and I began to fall asleep
quickly. Channing scooted in next to me and caressed my face gently. I
opened my eyes to see him smiling at me. "What?" I asked sleepily.

	"I can't just look at you?" I yawned in response, unable to muster
a verbal reply. Channing chuckled and kissed me on the forehead, then
pulled me into him. Within minutes, I was knocked out, enveloped by his
muscular arms.

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	My sleep was interrupted by a shifting of weight underneath me. I
cracked my eyes open just slightly to find myself strewn across Channing's
chest sleepily. He didn't take notice of me waking and continued his
movement, lifting my arm tenderly and wiggling ever so slowly from under
me. I sunk back towards sleep and closed my eyes, but not before rolling
over and off of Channing. After a moment, I felt him kiss my forehead and
draw the sheets over me.

	However long later, Channing woke me gently, his hand caressing my
face. "Reagan... Reagan, babe... wake up." I sighed and stretched out,
yawning widely. After blinking a few times, I looked up at Channing who
smiled warmly. "Sorry to wake you, handsome, but we have to start getting
ready for tonight."

	"What are we doing?" I yawned.

	"It's a big dinner gala," he replied. "An opening night meet and
greet."

	"You sure you want me to go?"

	Channing rolled his eyes. "Of course I am. Now, get up and put
something on. The stylists are already here."

	So, a few minutes later, I was sitting in a chair getting primped,
polished and prepped for my night out. I had one person applying makeup (a
very light amount, I was assured), one person doing my hair and another
getting my outfit together. Channing was getting the same treatment, as was
Joey a floor below. Naina was flitting in an out of the room at random
intervals relaying messages to Channing or speaking rapidly on her
phone. As the preparations continued, my heart began to beat faster and
faster. This was becoming real: me walking down a red carpet. Granted, no
one would know who I am, but it was still intimidating. Like a psychic,
Channing looked over at me worriedly. "You all right?"
	"Yeah, I'm good," I said calmly. "Just... nervous."

	"You'll be fine, Reagan. It's just a dinner. Besides, you'll know
people there. I'm sure Jen is here. I know for a fact that Zooey is here,
too. If nothing else, you've got me and Joey." The sentiment touched me
deeply, but I couldn't say anything in front of the stylists without
arousing suspicion, so I just gave him a smile.

	An hour or so later, Channing, Joey, Naina and I were pulling up to
a massive, beautifully decorated, paparazzi-lined auditorium. My fingers
were tangled with Channing's at the moment, but I knew we would have to
separate as soon as we left the privacy of the vehicle. That time came all
too soon as we joined the queue to step onto the red carpet. I began to
feel clammy. My heart began pumping even harder in my chest. I was biting
at the inside of my cheek.

	"Ow! Reagan!" I snapped back to reality to feel Channing trying to
pull his hand out of mine. In my anxiety, I hadn't realized that my grip
had tightened around his fingers. I released him with a nervous
chuckle. "Sorry."

	The remaining time in the car was a blur. Joey and Channing were
talking. Naina was between her phone and paperwork that seemingly
materialized from nowhere. Then, the car stopped. Naina slid out
elegantly. Joey went after, cuing a barrage of bright camera
flashes. Channing looked at me, kissed me quickly and said, "I love you."

	"I love you, too."

	"Let's have some fun."

	Channing took a deep breath and climbed out of the car. The flash
of lights was nearly blinding, even behind the tinted windows of the
limo. My mouth went dry and I contemplated staying in the car and having
the driver just take me back to the apartment. Then, I remembered that no
one even knew who I was. They wouldn't be taking pictures of me. They
wouldn't be asking me questions. I would be walking behind the boys with
Naina. Just another face in the crowd.

	With those thoughts running through my head, I stepped out of the
car. I wasn't pounced on or asked a million questions. I just put one foot
in front of the other and joined Naina. She handed me an official looking
ID card with my name and photo. "Hold on to this," she advised. "You'll
need it to get in any events."

	"Where did they get my picture?"

	She gave me a blank look. "I used your passport photo." Efficient
as always.

	The walk down the red carpet was intriguing to watch. The endless
parade of celebrities accompanied by assistants, significant others, and
god knows who else was like a river of bodies. There was constant movement
in every direction. Add to that the never-ending bursts of camera
flashes. It was wild. Naina and I followed Channing at a slight distance to
allow him shots from all angles and a momentary stop here and there to
speak to some magazine or television interviewer.

	We were about midway down the carpet when Channing stopped to speak
to one of my favorite television personalities, Giuliana Rancic from E!
News. I had always found her to be so endearing and funny. The two laughed
and gabbed for a minute before Channing turned and began waving at me. When
I waved back, he beckoned for me to join him. I figured he was plugging my
art or something equally shameless, so I hesitated. Naina, sensing my
reluctance, pushed me ever so slightly towards him.

	"So, Channing, who is this strapping, immaculately dressed friend
of yours?" Giuliana asked, half to Channing, half to the cameraman behind
her. I knew I was blushing as I braced myself for Channing's
reply. However, nothing, and I mean NOTHING, could have prepared me for
what fell out of his mouth.

	"This is Reagan Mauldwin, a fantastic painter and my boyfriend."

	My heart stopped. My mouth went dry. I stopped breathing.

	"No. Way!" Giuliana squealed. "Did I just hear that correctly?
Channing Tatum is off the market? Already?!"

	"Yeah, I'm spoken for!" Channing rattled me and my still heart by
taking my hand in his. I came to just as Giuliana turned to me. "So,
Reagan, what's it like knowing that every woman and a lot of men in the
world are so jealous right now? Including myself."

	In a split second, my mind went from dumbfounded to red-carpet
ready. I pressed closer to Channing and laughed heartily. "First off,
Giuliana, I'm jealous of YOU! I have been watching you on E! for so long
and it's not fair that you get to hang out with Joan Rivers and the rest of
the Joan Rangers all the time! And, as for everyone else, what can I say? I
lucked out meeting Channing when I did and I couldn't be happier." Then, I
looked directly into the camera. "So hands off!" We all had a good laugh at
that one, even though I was petrified inside.

	"Well, Channing, this is a busy time for you, isn't it? A new
relationship, new movies coming out, AND a baby on the way. You have got to
be so excited!"

	"I really am," he said honestly. "It's intimidating and amazing at
the same time. I'm just lucky to be surrounded by so many good people."

	"Well, boys, I am so glad we got to talk! You both look fantastic
and you are absolutely adorable together!"

	"You and Bill look better," I joked cheerily. We said our goodbyes
and moved on down the red carpet, hand in hand. Channing and I paused for
some shots, including some light kisses at the behest of the paparazzi,
then made our way inside. As soon as we were away from the photographers, I
yanked him aside and slammed him into a corner, the smile dropping from my
face faster than a sack of bricks.

	"WHAT. THE. FUCK?!"

	"Reagan, just listen for a minute," he said quickly. "I know that
this isn't how you wanted to do this-,"

	"You're fucking right it's not!" I growled in a barely contained
whisper. "How could you do this without telling me first?! Channing, you
just outed us to the world! To E! News! I mean... WHAT THE FUCK?!" By now,
the pitch of my voice was only a shade lower than a dog whistle. Channing
silenced me by cupping my face in his hands. "Reagan, listen-,"

	His words were interrupted by the arrival of Joey and Naina, both
of which seemingly unaware of the intense conversation we were having. "How
did it go?" Joey asked, looking around the room. "Did big, straight
Channing come out to the world?"

	I smacked Channing's hands away from me. "You talked to Joey about
it BEFOREHAND?! Channing, what the shit?! I mean, seriously?!" With an
unprecedented level of fury, I turned on Naina. "Did YOU know about this?"

	Her expression didn't change in the slightest as she responded. "Of
course."

	I threw my hands up in exasperation. "Of course, of course. There's
no way you wouldn't. It's my fucking life and I'm the last one to know
about any decision that could potentially affect it. Fantastic."

	Channing took a deep breath and I could tell that he was picking
each word with extreme caution. "Reagan. Babe. I love you. You know
that. And, even though I'm happy, EXTREMELY happy with our relationship
right now, it's not fair for me to have you hiding away from the world. I
want to be able to walk down the street and hold your hand. I want to go
out shopping together. I want to kiss you without having to worry about
whether or not someone will see and go running to the paparazzi. So, yes,
maybe I should have talked to you about this first. But, you know as well
as I do that you would have said no. And, you probably wouldn't have even
come with me."

	I absorbed his words and knew everything was true. Had he told me
beforehand that this was his plan, hell no I wouldn't have come. I wouldn't
have even come to France. I wouldn't have even left Los Angeles.

	With a long sigh and a full minute of silence, I
relented. "Okay. Okay, okay, okay. You're right. I'm just a little shocked
is all." I pinched the bridge of my nose as I attempted to slow my heart
rate. "Someone please guide me to the nearest bar."

	Despite my inner turmoil and fear for the Pandora's Box that was
just opened, I was still blown away by my surroundings. The main room of
the auditorium was even more elegant than the outside. Massive, crystalline
chandeliers hung at regular intervals with a larger, more ornate one
hanging over the center of the room. Frosted glass, conical sconces sent a
diffused light throughout the room from their posts on the
walls. Underneath every light, a simple vase containing arrays of
classically beautiful flowers. Roses, tulips and orchids scented the space
ever so slightly. Each table was adorned similarly, complete with pristine
tablecloths and expertly folded napkins.

	"I will find our table," Naina said quickly, making way for the
maitre d' or event coordinator or whatever official title they were going
by. I spotted one of the bars and took off. Channing started after me, but
I stopped him. "I'll be fine. I'll find you guys after I have a drink or
three." He looked worried, but let me leave. I ordered and received my
first martini just as the group walked by a few tables away.

	"Wow. Just... wow. Channing Tatum. Now, there is a beautiful man,"
I overheard. "I'm not the kind of girl who cares about a man's ass,
but... mm." As discretely as possible, I turned ever so slightly in order
to see out of the corner of my eye the source of the compliment. Decked out
in a gorgeous, emerald green gown was Zoë Saldana, her hair
cascading around her shoulders. Her delicate fingers were wrapped around a
champagne flute, her eyes still following Channing's retreating
rump. "That..." she said to her friend. "Is just scrumptious. Even better
than Bradley's."

	"Have you met his boyfriend?" a familiar voice replied.

	Zoë whipped her head around to face her friend. "No! I
thought that was a rumor!"

	"I know for a fact it's true."

	"How?"

	"Because I've met him," the voice replied. "And, he thinks he's
being sneaky by eavesdropping, but I know that he's standing behind us
listening to every single word." I snorted into my drink, drawing the
ladies' attention. The voice I knew belonged to Jen. Of course. She smiled
at me knowingly as I rolled my eyes.

	I extended my hand to Zoë. "Reagan Mauldwin."

	"Zoë Saldana. So... it's true? You're dating Channing
Tatum?" I nodded, feeling a flush in my face. Surprisingly, Zoë had
the same look on hers. "I am SO SORRY about what I said earlier! I don't
normally talk like that, I swear. Channing seems like a nice guy and
he's... well... attractive."

	"If it makes you feel any better, I agree with you. He does have a
fantastic ass."

	The comment broke the tension, making Zoë and Jen laugh. As
we ordered another round, we got to talking. "Seriously," she said over her
glass. "I hope I didn't offend you. A couple of drinks and I get a loose
tongue."

	"Stop apologizing! I am fully aware of Channing's level of pure,
undeniable sexiness. It's one of the reasons I'm with him. I'm just glad to
hear someone else appreciate it, especially someone as beautiful as you."
Zoë chuckled. "Well, thank you for that sly compliment."

	"Don't bother trying to return the compliment," Jen said
quickly. "He doesn't take them very well at all."

	"Zip your lips, Lawrence."

	We had a couple more minutes of laughter before Zoë took her
leave, although not before trading information with me. I scanned the room
for Channing and found him towards the front of the room. Jen chose to walk
with me, as her table wasn't far from where Channing was standing.

	I was laughing merrily as we finally reached the table, Joey
chatting with someone I didn't actually know. Channing had his back to me
and was blocking my view of whomever he was in the middle of a conversation
with. I placed my hand on his lower back. "Guess who I found..." I
sang. "It's Jen!"

	"And, guess who I found?" Channing grinned as he turned, placing a
quick kiss on my lips and stepping aside to reveal the person he had been
blocking from sight.. "Reagan, this is my friend-,"

	I felt my eyes roll at an unprecedented level of Liz Lemon-esque
annoyance. "Oh, are you fucking kidding me right now? Seriously?!"

	The lopsided grin in front of me and squinty eyes may have been
charming to the rest of the world, but, to me, they were mind-numbingly
infuriating. I hadn't seen him in years and I could have gone much longer
without that distinct honor. He, however, was extremely pleased and his
smug, shit-eating grin showed it. "Well, well, well," he chuckled, tilting
his head to the side. "If it isn't my ex-boyfriend Reagan."

	I bypassed Channing's stunned face and shoved my finger into my
aggressor's nose. "Listen to me, Franco. We were NOT fucking dating and you
know it. So, cut that shit right the fuck out."

	He opened his mouth to reply, but Channing spoke first. "Wait a
minute. Just... hold the hell on. James, Reagan... you two know each
other?"

	"We sure do," James said, adding with a wink, "And, in the biblical
sense."

	My mind blanked as Channing and Jen stared incredulously. I
couldn't believe he had just said that aloud. And, in my humble opinion,
there was only one appropriate response.

	"I'm going to the bar."
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