Stood Up

Chapter Eight

Emily frowned at the mess her husband had made of the kitchen table.

"Did you butcher something in here?" she asked.

He didn't turn away from the stove. "No, I'm trying a new recipe."

"It looks like you butchered something in here," she said, grabbing one of the chairs and sitting down as far away from the disaster zone that was their kitchen table as she possibly could.

"I'll clean it up, you know that. What has your panties in a twist?"

She huffed, he knew her too well. Of course he would realize in seconds that she wasn't mad at the mess in the kitchen or at him for making it.

"It's a client," she said, sighing.

"Okay?" It was an invitation to vent her anger and she took him up on it.

"That wedding I booked three months ago, the big one. Now the bride and groom want more hours."

"Let me guess, you booked something else already?" He asked.

"Ha, no, but they don't want to pay for those extra hours. They don't have the budget," she said the last few words with a whine in her voice.

"Just drop them. It's not like we're hurting for money, love," Noah said.

He was right. Her reputation was great, she did a lot of weddings, yes, but she also did work for fashion magazines and companies, sometimes even local bands. She didn't need that shit. "You're right. It's just, months ago they seemed so nice, you know? So happy to have me shoot their wedding and now they want me to work hours for basically free."

"Basically free?" Noah asked, turning around to give her his undivided attention. "What did they offer?"

"Exposure. On all their social media." She huffed. "My website has probably more clicks than all their accounts together. But even if not, it's not like exposure will pay our bills."

"Just drop them. I know you will think it's a shitty move so close to their wedding date, but either they honor your agreement, or you drop them. It's not worth it getting annoyed over."

"I'll send them an e-mail later to let them know I won't work for exposure and that they can either honor our contract or I'll drop them."

"Good."

"Want me to help you clean this up?" She asked, with a pointed look at the mess he made. She was feeling all better now that she was able to vent her anger and knew that Noah would have her back no matter what her decision should be on this matter.

"Nah, I will deal with it later."

"Okay," she said and just stayed there in the kitchen and watched her husband cook. It was soothing her nerves watching his gorgeous body move.

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If there was a sight more gorgeous than Kyle sliding into Noah for the first time ever, then Emily honestly didn't know what that could be. She hadn't thought that tonight would be the night, but it all had fallen into place so easily tonight.
He was careful and slow, and he was staring at Noah's face the whole time. Unblinking, cataloging every little twitch of Noah's muscles.
She wanted to ask Kyle how it felt, but then didn't. She didn't feel like she would intrude exactly, but this moment was special for Kyle and Noah.

"Fuck," Kyle said and Noah smiled.

Emily was mesmerized by the contrast of their skin. Kyle's pale skin was flushed a nice pink and would be hot to the touch, Noah's rich brown skin always had that glow to it when he had sex. Emily loved it. Her fingers itched for a camera so she could capture it on film and look at it over and over.