Free Love Revealed: A BWWM Sweet Romance Novel by Lydia Arcayne Page A

as they lived in different states. Margaret had other ideas though, she said that they could see each other on weekends, that they could take turns driving down to each other. He agreed, it was nice to be seeing somebody again and of course sex was nice once in a while.

    The weekend dating had gone on for over two months, but Margaret was fed up. She hinted a lot that she should just move in with him, but he wasn't interested in that yet and told her it was too soon, that they were only dating a short while. So one day, Margaret showed up to his house and handed him a bunch of keys.
    "These are for my new apartment. It's only the next street over, in Golden Leaves Estate. Number 42."
    "You moved here? What about your job?"
    "I got a new one here in the pharmacy in the mall. I applied a month ago, just in case, but you never asked me to move in, so I had to initiate the move myself. At least now we can see if the relationship is worthwhile."
    Guy was stunned. He never thought she would just move here without saying anything, but then he calmed down and started to think that maybe it was kind of cute? Either way, she was here now and he had to put up with it. He did like her, he just didn't love her yet, but as she said, with more time to spend with each other, maybe that would happen.  

    The first month or so of them living close by each other went all right, they had to fit their new schedules together. Guy was out of town a lot with his mom being ill and then at home working on finishing up his first novel. She was very jealous with him being away on his own, but he told her he never went anywhere other than his hotel and for food with his siblings. They mostly spent their time together watching horror movies, which Mags was a huge fan of. They cooked together often too, she taught him the best pizza recipe and he taught her how to bake a good loaf of bread. It wasn't marital bliss, but they were feeling more comfortable together and now everything didn't revolve around making sure they had sex, as they had plenty of time for that.  

    One Sunday night about five months into the relationship he arrived home from a two night stay in Toronto where he had had a meeting with his publishers about book covers and titles. He was pretty tired from the flight and just wanted a bath, a whiskey and bed. He did not expect to find Mags sitting on his sofa eyes red from crying.  
    "What's the matter?" he asked hoping nobody had died.
    "You bastard. You and your, 'I'm a one woman man' business."
    "What are you talking about? Let me sit down and tell me what's happened"
    "Tell you whats happened? Oh I know all about what you've been up to pal, it's all over your groupie blogs. Here take a look."

    She shoved her laptop in his hands, on the screen was a page of one of his fan sites, 'Guy's Gal's' it was unfortunately called. Even though he was not a published author of a full novel yet, he had written many short stories that had been published and his publishers had made him start a website, so he had a couple of fans now. The title of the post was, The Best Night of My Life. There was not much to the post, someone saying they had met Guy after a book event for another author at belonging to the same publishers that he had attended, he had hung out with the author and some of her fans after the event, this fan had been the last woman there and he signed her book for her as pre-fame joke, giving her a big hug. They walked out together and he kept his arms around her as they did, giving her a final hug as she left to join her friends. On another tabloid blog, the photos the paparazzi got just happened to be all the ones that made it look like they were going in for a kiss. But NOTHING had happened!

    He had tried to explain to Mags that it was completely innocent, that the photos were just at the right angle to show it looked like they were kissing, but he was only hugging her goodbye. She was only 19 anyway! Much too young. None of this