THE GAY BARTENDER

chapter thirty

I loved looking out at the city from the limousine window. people would stare and point , some would take pictures .my enetire life ,i'd dreamed of what it would be like to be successfu;l .i wasn't there yet but atleast I got to feel what it was like.

I pretended that I was a dignitary, driving to the UN headquarters , ar a startlet hiding from paparezzi.At that moment ,i was somebody , amd liked being spoiled by men.i refused to allow them to do it, but it felt nice to ahve a little luxury.

Archer made me feel like a queen.To him , our relationship was all about appreciation .He was constantly thanking me for taking care of him, and he made sure I had everything I needed. Every night was another romantic dinner, another fiery sessinon in ged , and then there were those few precious moments when we'd basj in the afterglow of lovemaking and hold each other until we fell asleep.

When we pulled up to the bakery, Laura was out back , trying to hide the fact that she was smoking cigarrette.i humoured her and gave her a moment to snuff it out before I grabbed my keys and got out.She glared at me while I shuffled around trying to find the right one.