It would have been good to say that his mother had come around to the idea of Rob being gay, that she had flown over the Atlantic to hug him and apologise for transmitting all her resentment towards her husband on to him.
But that hadn't happened. Rob didn't really think it would. And Sara wasn't speaking to him either. Still under the impression that he deliberately tried to sabotage her Big Day, she insisted on having another one in a secret location. No-one in the family apart from their mother went to it. Rob could have lay money down that it wasn't half as fun as her official Big Day turned out to be.
In the evening, the newly-married couple hosted a dinner at the Waldorf Astoria, so that Lex could get to know the family he had married into. Simon made inappropriate jokes, everyone got more than slightly inebriated but no-one argued or stormed out. They were a family, rowdy, complicated, and close, just as it should be.
When Rob and Lex finally escaped to their suite, they were too tired to do anything but sleep. They just about had the strength to undress before collapsing on the bed like weakened kittens.
So then it was early morning. No doubt the twins would already be up, raiding their Christmas stockings in a nearby room. In fact, all his family were staying in the hotel somewhere. They were meeting up in Christopher and Silvy's suite for breakfast and present giving at ten o'clock. There was time enough to be alone for a while.
Rob felt as perky as a spring rabbit but he carefully moved off the bed so as not to disturb Lex's restorative sleep, and opened the drapes. It was snowing, and a glorious white vista lay outside the window. The city looked magical with the sunrise staining the sky pink over the horizon.
Then he looked down, and began to laugh. Over night, some disgruntled person had stamped out a message in six foot high letters in the snow, for the privileged occupants of the hotel to see when they woke up. It said "FUCK YOU."
Lex had crept up behind him and enveloped him in his arms. 'Merry Christmas, husband. What are you laughing at?'
Rob pointed to the message. 'Scrooge's message.'
Lex nuzzled his neck. 'Well, it does remind me of something I haven't done yet.' He took Rob's hand and led him back to the bed.
THE END
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Dirty Little Secret
Savannah Smythe
On the night of his 35th birthday, Alex Logan receives two gifts he really does not want. The first is a curse from a sexy witch, angry at the way he dumped her sister. The other is the memory of taking part in a depraved threesome with a new client, good-looking banker, Leith Johnson.
Cursed with a constant erection which disappears as soon as he goes near or thinks about any woman, Alex is living in a state of unbearable arousal. As his desperation grows, he discovers that Leith has been cursed with the same problem. The only difference is that bisexual Leith has set his sights on Alex and is determined to get him into bed.
Alex has always suppressed his own desire for other men, so when he is attracted to Leith, he tries to deny it is anything other than desperation caused by his curse. When Leith eventually lures him into bed, he opens him up to a new world of sensual fulfilment.
But can former womaniser Alex finally accept his true nature, and find true love with another man, or will his prejudices and ego get in the way?
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