Spreading Rumors About Mr. CEO (LGBT)

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Prince Ezerette Mclane

Smiling excitedly as Cheena did her work. She was editing a picture of me and a guy I didn't even know. Although it felt weird to see me embracing and looking deeply at a man's eyes, it was good. Cheena was good at this. She was so concentrated at her work she didn't even eat or glance at a food that I had brought.

We took some pictures of us and a studio near the pet shot down town. It was a studio of her friend. She took a couple of pictures of me and I took a couple of pictures of her.

The plan was, when Mom called me to date a girl; most likely that girl would be Penny, I would make a tantrum and feel sad. Then I'd come out fakely as a gay man who was deeply, madly in love with a guy I didn't know. According to Cheena, the man was powerful man of this country. The man was the owner of Thompson Worldwide. He had a lot of business. Fashion line. Restaurants. Hygienic products. Shoes. Name it, he had those. But I didn't know him. I was busy earning money and I couldn't care less. I didn't even know the man's name. Poor him. Cheena made him gay.

She squealed, indicating that her work was done. I scrambled quickly to the computer to have a look. I nearly tripped myself because I was too excited. I gasped as I admired Cheena's work. She smirked and nodded at herself. I could give her some credit. This woman was great.

On the edited picture, I was embracing a man and he was doing the same thing to me. We were pressed against each other and looking each other's eyes. To make it more real, Cheena, according to her, chose the time where the man had literally went on a vacation. This was also the time Cheena and I went on a vacation. To the beach. And the place where the man and I got married was on the beach. To make it more real, Cheena put herself on the side. She was crying and seeming happy as she watched us. I remembered taking this picture of her and I had to laugh because the image was very real. On the side of the picture, was romantic words: We love each other and we just got married.

We both laughed hard, clutching our stomachs as we began to pant for air, until we lost our breath and had to stop. But then we laughed again, this time, tears were rolling down our cheeks as we kept looking at the looking real but edited picture.

"God, that's so, so, so real." She said as our laugh subsided. She brushed the tears away from his cheeks and saved the file. "Now, all we have to do is print it and your ass will be saved."

"Thank you so much, Chichi." I said, standing up to give her a hug. "I never know what to do without you."

"Stop the drama," she said, pushing me lightly. She was pleased of herself. I knew it. I gave her a salute and we both laughed again. "Now, let's print this. Oops, printed twice. We need only one copy."

After it had been printed, she handed me a copy and I admired it. It was really, really odd. Cheena frowned at me when she saw my expression.

"This is not going to work," she muttered, shaking her head.

"Why not?" I whined, pouting at her.

"Look at your expression when you look at the picture," she reason, rolling her eyes again. "It must look like you're really happy. I know it's weird and all. But you have to be happy. Not need. If you want your mother to stop putting her nose in your life, then do this. This is the only way I can think of. At least if you have something..."

"No!" I said rather quickly, pouting deeper. "It's just that it's kind of weird. Really. But you're right. I have to do this."

"Nice, you are newly wed." She said, grinning from ear to ear, holding my hands. We laughed. "Now, let's make a scene?"

"Yeah, let's make a scene." I chuckled. Cheena put the other copy on her table and as we both expected, Mom called. I happily answered it.

Expecting it, she had brought Penny at a restaurant named Plates&Pasta. The place wasn't too famous according to Cheena. She thought it's the best place to make a drama and I completely agreed with her. I told Mom that I would come and meet her and Penny at the given place. Mom sounded happy when I agreed to meet her and Penny and said that I'd made the right decision. 

Cheena helped me to get a good shirt and pants. The shirt was a light blue v-neck and put a dog tag around my neck to make me seem like a bad boy. Then she matched it with a pants that hug my thighs perfectly. She even styled my hair, where it was sticking to the side and making it a little messy.

She gave me a long look, observing her work then she broke into a grin and nodded at me. I took a look at the mirror and I smiled at how incredible I looked. I thanked Cheena and we both went to the place where the date would be held. We used Cheena's car and we drove there.

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15 minutes and we were already at the place. Cheena gave me a thumbs up, then she mouthed "rock and roll" and I chuckled. I took a deep breath and prepared myself for a mini drama. Never in my life had I given a thought of coming out of the closet. Even if it's fake. Hopefully, Mom would stop interfering in my life and I'd be so darn happy. I mean, it's good the she cared about me, but at least she could give me a break and there's always limitation. And she had already crossed the line.

When I got there, Penny was talking with Mom. They seemed happy. It seemed like Penny had prepared, too. She was wearing a white dress and her hair was in a pony tail. She was also wearing a white sandals and her nails were painted white. She looked like an angel. Like God was about to take her. Silently walking, Mom noticed me and her face brightened up.

"Ezerette!" Mom practically shouted, too excited to contain it. I saw Penny giving me a smile and I smiled back. "Thanks for coming."

"I won't take long, Mom." I said, keeping my eyes at Penny. She frowned but then gave me a smile.

"Why not?" Mom pushed, motioning me to take a seat. I did. I still kept my gaze at Penny. She was getting nervous every second. I knew that my eyes were one of my greatest attributes, so I always used them.

"Someone's waiting for me," I simply said. Mom rolled her eyes at me. It was true, though. Cheena was waiting for me outside. I was going to tell her every detail when this was done.

Mom, Penny, and I ordered and I thought this was supposed to be Penny and I's date. But Mom had a different plan. She would stay here and try to make us close. Even Penny, I could tell, felt weird about it. I mean, whose Mom was going to be a third wheel just to witness everything? My mom. Awkward.

Then we talked and talked. Penny was describing her life and work and what she wanted when she was done studying, that's when the waiter came and put our ordered meals on the table. My mouth watered at the sight and without any thought, I dug in. Mom glared at me, silently telling me that what I was doing was gross. But everything was gross here. So I didn't mind one bit.

"You guys would look good together," Mom gushed and Penny blushed.

This was the right time. I took in my view, looking around the restaurant. It wasn't fancy yet it was still gorgeous. The interior design was specially made. There were a few people inside the restaurant and I admitted, I was nervous as hell but I had to do this.

I had to do this so my Mom would stop interfering with my life, to set me up with some sluts. I didn't want that. I wanted to be with someone who I would fall in love with. A wife material. But Mom kept choosing the wrong girls, dragging it to my life. This was bound to happen. Not me coming out as a gay man. But to stop her. I looked at Penny and she blushed again. In my mind, I was telling her I was really sorry and to my Mom, too. I took a deep breath and mustered a courage to say that I was gay. It was on the tip of my tongue yet I was having a hard time spilling it. It shouldn't be this hard. My hands were getting clammy and every second, the anxiety kept growing. I had to stick up to the plan or else Mon would have a control in my life. I couldn't afford that.

"Mom, stop." I said calmly. This was a step. They both stopped and looked at me. I shut my eyes and felt my heart beating against my chest hard. Every pound of my heart was making me weak. I didn't feel like lying to my Mom, but this was the only way. 

"Is everything alright, Ezerette?" Mom asked me as she put her hand on top of mine.

That somehow set me off. I harshly took my hand away from her grasp and rolled my eyes. Okay? I was far in that state. In my existence, my kept pushing me to a girl I didn't know. I even tried to get to know one of them and she tried to rape me or something. I was just stronger than her so it was okay. I just pushed her. Of course I did not tell mom about that. It might sound I was weak. Mom looked at me wide eyes and Penny scowled.

"I'm farther than being okay, Mom." I said truthfully. "This needs to stop. I have my own life and you can't just control them."

"Young man, I'm your mother!" She reasoned, glaring daggers at me. She had this look that said 'I'm on full b***h mode' but I was so not going to fret. "I'm not controlling your life. I just want you to be happy with a nice girl!"

"Happy? Do I look happy to you, Mom?" I said rather harshly. Even I shocked myself but this was getting nowhere. I had to say something that would set them off. The plan. "I already have someone in my heart. Deal with it."

"No, Ezerette!" Mom pushed, still glaring at me. "Penny here is a nice girl. And you're lying. I can tell. I'm your mother. You know you're bad at lying, Ezerette."

I scoffed. "Penny, I'm sorry Mom put you in this mess. But I already have someone in my heart. Mom, believe it or not..." I need to put the ace on the table. It would shock them. "I'm already married."

The restaurant grew quiet. It didn't matter if we were having a mini family drama inside this restaurant. All I knew was that I had to escape from here. Mom glared at me, not believing what I said. I picked up the picture that Cheena had edited and printed and put them on the table.

Mom and Penny looked at it. Mom took it and she gasped, shock written all over her face. She kept looking at me then back at the picture. My mind was racing with thoughts. Crazy one. I hope she would buy it. Mom shook her head slowly and I needed to make the fake marriage stronger.

"Mom, I'm gay. Already married to a man." I said, not looking at her in the eyes. She would see right through me. She would see I was lying if she looked into my eyes. Lying to my mother was the worst feeling ever. But I had to do this. I kept going on, still sticking in the plan. "Remember when I went on a vacation? Yeah, that happened. Cheena was there to witness it. And it was the best thing happened in my life, Mom. I'm happy with him. I was afraid that if I told you I was gay, you'd disown me. I didn't trust you enough. I'm sorry. But... I really love him."

Mom and Penny were speechless and that's my queue to get out. I took the picture out of her hand and went off. Cheena was waiting for me in the car and I climbed in the passenger seat. Then we headed back to her house.

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"How are you feeling, friend?" Cheena asked me, smiling sadly at me. She kind of blamed herself for causing the drama. She knew that I hated lying to my mom. But what's done was done. I couldn't take it back. 

"It's okay, Cheena." I assured her, patting her shoulder. "I feel like s**t for lying to my mom. But I'm okay. Hopefully she would stop interfering. You did good, by the way." 

I stood up and looked around her room. Something felt different and I couldn't quite place a finger on it. It was a bad feeling. Like, really bad. I didn't like it. I guessed it was because I lied to my mom. But that was different. Something ticked me off.

"Chichi, where's the copy?" I asked her, arching a brow.

Cheena furrowed her brows at me, slightly confused as she looked at me. "What copy?"

"You printed two pictures. Where's the copy?" I asked her again.

"It's on my study table." She said and I immediately took a long look at her study table. 

It was not there.

"Cheena Mae, it's not on the table."

"It's probably inside this room." She reasoned, flicking her short hair, not really caring. I didn't believe her though.

"Is Layla home?"

Layla was her sister. She was kind of a little b***h but she was good. She's a three years older than Cheena and she was working as a blogger. She had a lot of followers and had published a lot of articles. That's what ticked me off.

"s**t," we both said in unison.

This was not good. If Layla had the picture, then we were doomed. Layla was the gossip Queen and if she really had the picture, I guessed she had published it already.

We went searching for her inside the house but so far, none. I was kind of relieved to see that she wasn't home. Meaning, she couldn't possibly have the picture. I mean, everyone could be fooled with that picture. It was real. Not real real but fake but looking real. So everyone would be fooled.

Cheena and I sighed in relief. Then the door busted open and Layla smirked at me.

"Nice, Eze." She said and I frowned. "You're married to one and only Josh Heid Thompson. That's a great news!"

And I think I fainted.