She Moans Chresanto.

Trust

Morgan pov

I wrapped my towel around me passing Chres his as we stepped out of the shower. We just had extreme shower sex proving that today will indeed be a great day.

"Plans for tomorrow?" Chres asked me.

"I have to go to the doctor for more birth control pills, that's about it." I told him.

He nodded.

"We should do something, I'm not sure what at the moment but something." Chres stated.

I chuckled.

"Of course babe." I smiled before leaving the bathroom.

Chres's ringing phone buzzed on the dresser.

"Someone's calling you." I told him pointing out the obvious.

"Grab that for me, it's probably William." Chres called from the bathroom.

I nodded reaching over answering it. "Hello." I greeted.

"Hi stranger is Chres around?" The girl on the other end of the phone questioned

I pulled the phone from my ear looking at it. "It's for you." I said shoving his phone into his hand.

"Umm hello?" Chres said into the phone.

I stood there as he talked to the mysterious girl. "Look Sarah, you have to stop calling me." He said to the girl. "I know what I said, but really please stop calling." Chres told her causing me to roll my eyes. "Okay fine. Come by the restaurant tomorrow." Chres said causing me to scoff so much for our plans huh.

He hung his phone up throwing it onto the bed.

"Unbelievable." I said rolling my eyes as I walked over towards the walk in closet.

"Baby come here." He stressed out.

"Don't say anything to me Chresanto." I growled as I slipped into my panties.

"Oh come on. You cannot be mad because of that." He pointed out.

And why the hell not?

"You heard me tell her not to call me anymore." He pointed out.

"And I also heard you tell her to meet you at the restaurant." I shot.

"Only so I can tell her off in person to be sure so understands that I'm serious this time." Chres explained. I rolled my eyes as I put on my bra."seriously, Sarah is a tough cookie to crack." He continued.

"Just shut up." I told him grabbing onto my yoga pants.

"Oh no no. Definitely not." He spat as he grabbed them from my hand.

"Give me my pants weirdo." I groaned.

"No you cannot wear these." He said shaking his head.

"You don't control me Chresanto." I reminded him.

"You can't be out in public with these on, every guy will be wanting a piece of what's mine." Chresanto explained causing the butterflies in my stomach to flutter from his use of words.

"Chresanto give me my pants before you make us late." I said crossing my arms over my chest.

"No." He said holding them up higher.

"Ugh." I groaned in frustration as I grabbed a pair of jeans.

He smiled a victory smile as he tossed the yoga pants onto the bed.

"What happened to that bullshit lie about blocking all of your old hoes." I questioned.

" as you can see that number wasn't saved, Sarah is persistent she will call from 20 different numbers if she had too." He explained

I rolled my eyes how fucking desperate.

"Baby I'm trying." Chres began as he grabbed onto both of my hands. "I'm doing all I can, do you even notice my effort?" He stressed out.

"Of course I do." I said using my hand to rub across his cheek.

"Then you have to learn to trust me." He said. "I haven't gave you reason not too so I deserve the chance to prove where my loyalty lies."

I let out a deep breath cause he was right. "Sorry, I just get a bit territorial. You can't blame me though, I mean look at you." I said gesturing to his body where he stood in only a red towel wrapped around his torso.

He chuckled. "I understand baby, trust me I do." He said. "Actually now is the perfect time to bring up my concerns about Noah." He said skeptical.

I scoffed. "Nothing is going on between us, he's only a friend." I assured him.

Chres grabbed me closer. "I believe you, That's because I trust you." He said kissing my lips.

I pulled away smiling. "Now get dressed so we can go see the family" I chuckled.

"Right right." Chres Groaned as he went into the closet.

"Oh and I'll be attending this lunch date with your little whore tomorrow." I told him while I applied light makeup to my face in the bathroom.

I heard his beautiful laugh from the closet causing my heart to warm.. Funny how I can go from pissed off to happy within seconds.

The things this boys does to me.

~*~

"I was sure you cancelled on me." William joked as he opened the door to his home

"Nah just running alittle late." Chres told him.

"Oh you guys are here!" Karen exclaimed as she approached us.

She was such a cheery person.

"Hey Morgan." Joanna smiled while hugging me. "Chres.." She said simply acknowledging him.

" sup." Chres said with a simple head nod.

Karen looked between the two of them weirdly.

"We should get going." Chres suggested.

"Right." William agreed. "You ladies have fun." He said giving his wife a simple peck to the lips.

Chres turned to me kissing me softly before him and his dad was out the door.

Leaving me standing there awkwardly smiling at the two.

"So I was thinking we could maybe get pedicures then get our hair done." Karen smiled.

I looked to Joanna who stood there offering me a small smile. "Sounds perfect." I stated.

~*~
Chresanto pov

"CONTROL THE FUCKING BALL!" William screamed out causing me to bite my tongue to prevent myself from breaking out into laughter.

"OH COME ON!" He continued.

"Yeah, keep screaming." I encouraged him. "I hear the louder you scream the better chances they have at winning." I joked.

He ignored my comment as he threw his hands up in frustration. "Fucking Bulls." He grunted.

At this point I couldn't contain my laughter.

"I still can't believe you are a clippers fan, we have the worst fucking team to ever exist." I pointed out.

"Trust me I'm aware but I hate the Bulls so of course I'll be rooting for the opposing team." He smirked.

"Woah my dads a band wagoner" I stated disapprovingly.

His eyes softened as he smiled at me it was only then that I noticed I called this man dad. The words slipped off my tongue so easily I didn't even realize.

"I mean William." I corrected lowly.

He cleared his throat directing his attention back towards the court.

Way to make things fucking awkward.