Windkaizer

Rayne, awards winning R&B superstar, and his best friend Brandon, the lawyer. This is their story of how love and treachery can bring two people together.

Chapter 19 ??? What the fuck is this shit? The news was on. *Rayne Walters, international R&B megastar, has just ‘come out of the closet’ today at a surprise press conference that was personally called for.* A picture of him came up in the corner of the screen, letting the anchorwoman pause to shuffle her papers. *He said that ‘…he was tired of having to live up to everyone else’s expectations of him.’ And that ‘…he wanted to be able to have what his two, also gay bodyguards, have to

Chapter 18 Brandon Damnit, I hope he is doing the right thing. We had just arrived at the Marriott where the press conference was going to take place, and I wasn’t feeling so well. “Rayne…are you sure about this? It seems like your rushing into things a bit here.” “Yeah,” Bruce said as he got out of the limo. “I mean, I know that you’re tired of living this image that the media, and your fans, have put you in, but do you really want to risk giving up your career?” Exasperated, Rayne

Chapter 17 Rayne After a week and Marcos was out of the hospital, we seriously started to get things ready for Bruce and Marcos’ wedding. Also, I had thought some things through, and Brandon really had to hear them. “Hey Brandon,” I called to him while Marcos and Bruce were trying on different tuxes at S&K’s, “Could you come here for a moment?” “Huh? Oh, yeah, hold on.” Turning back to Marcos, he said, “Okay, Marcos, are you telling me that you have never worn a bow-tie before?”

Chapter 16 ??? I hate him. Can’t stand him. I want him to die the most horrible of deaths for breaking my heart. How could he do this to me? I was nothing but a friend to him. I loved him. I wanted him to be mine, but that just wouldn’t be. Mother fucker just had to be gay. I know he thought that I was just some gold digging bitch who wanted him for his money and status, but that is not true. I loved him, for all that he stood for. He was such a nice person, so caring and giving. B

Chapter 15 Brandon In all honesty, I can’t believe it. Who could have done this to him? Marcos deserved none of this. When Rayne told me the news, (and sped up the car almost getting us into a accident) my mind blanked. Who could have done this to him? That same question kept floating through my mind as I tried to comprehend the situation. Marcos has been shot! What the hell? “Rayne?” I said trying to snap him out of his stupor as we pulled up to the hospital. “Rayne? Come on now

Chapter 14 Rayne After we left the pizzeria, and after we made sure no one was following us, we headed over Southside to go see my mother. On the way across the bridge from the city, Bruce called me. All in all, I can say I’m glad Brandon was driving. “Hey guys. Where did you two disappear to?” “We just went to Bottom’s Up for lunch, and then a waitress figured out who I was, so we got chased.” “Damn, and I missed seeing you run away? That would have been funny as hell.” “Ha-ha, you

Chapter 13 Rayne On the way to my mother’s house, we decided to stop at Bottom’s Up for lunch. Guess who we saw there. Out of all people, we had to see her. Jodi. Damn her. “Shit. There’s Jodi.” Brandon said. “We haven’t seen each other since the divorce. Hope she’s not too mad. She’s seen us! Here she comes.” Jodi walked over too us, and said. “Hello Brandon. Good too see you as always. And you too Rayne.” This girl was all business now. Not the girl who was once a carefree mooche

Chapter 12 Rayne Later that morning, after Brandon and I had our little “sexcapade” the night before, we started packing to go see Marcos’ father. And, if anything, we might go see my mother. We left around the appointed time, 10:00, and got into Richmond around noon. We drove around for a bit and met Bruce and Marcos at the Bottoms Up Pizzeria. We got out of Brandon’s Mercedes Benz and Marcos ran over to us. He gave me a big hug then switched to Brandon. I saw him whisper something in

Chapter 11 Brandon That after noon, Rayne and I decided to this gay club, “The Pink Rabbit”, later on that night. Around seven, we started to get dressed, and I was surprised that Rayne asked if he could borrow one of my shirts. Now, don’t get me wrong, Rayne looks good in anything. It’s just the fact that his chest is bigger than mine, so when he put the shirt on, his chest almost burst through it. I swear, 30 seconds more of being in that room, we wouldn’t have gone anywhere that night.

Chapter 10 Rayne My cell rang again about five minutes later. (I know I’m famous and all,) I thought to myself, (but this better not be someone asking me for free tickets.) I answered the phone a little irritated. “Hello?” “Hey, hey man, don’t answer the phone all irritated. It’s just us.” It was Marcos and Bruce…oops. “Something the matter?” “No, my bad. I just thought you were some fan that accidentally got my number and wanted to ask me for free tickets to one of my concerts.” “

Chapter 9 Rayne Okay, I can admit after Brandon told what the woman on the phone had said, I was a little shaken up. I mean, how is someone supposed to act when they get a threat like this? Ask the Prez…he should know the answer. I asked Brandon, “What did she sound like?” “I don’t know…she was way too angry for me to tell. Or she disguised her voice.” We were quiet for about five minutes when Brandon said, “Rayne, I’m worried about you. This lady is out to get you, and you show very l

Chapter 8 Brandon “Ugh…what happened? My head hurts like hell.” “Oh shit.” I heard a voice say beside me. “Rayne? What the hell are you doing in here?” I noticed my nakedness. “And why am I naked?” He kept silent. “Rayne…what did we do last night?” He wasn’t talking. “Rayne…did we…did we…” “Have sex last night? Yeah…I guess we did.” We didn’t say anything for about five minutes. “What happened last night Rayne? All I remember is the club, drinks, flirting, and now we’re her

Chapter 7 Rayne You know I just had to see where Brandon works. I know he’s a divorce lawyer, but I’ve never actually seen a lawyer’s office up close…hopefully I’ll never have to. But I’m gay so I never will. “Well Brandon,” we’re riding in his convertible on the interstate, “what am I supposed to expect at your job?” “I don’t know…what do you want to expect?” “People running around, your secretary getting you coffee, bitches screaming at their men. Hey, if anything I can laugh at that

Chapter 6 Rayne “Hey Brandon. I should be there in a few hours, just getting my stuff ready at the hotel. Also, as you know, my concert was sold out. Yes, I’m just that sweet. See you soon dog.” To bad he wasn’t there, his answering machine picked up. “Hey man…” “Aaahhh! What the hell man! You can’t be walking into the room unannounced like that! Come on now Keno.” “Heh, the look on your face was priceless. So are you ready to go or not?” “Yeah yeah, I’m ready. Where are Bruce and