Assistant to Chris Evans 💙

Chapter 11

I decide I don't want to be with either one while I figure out exactly what I want. After being home for over a month, the tensions in the house becomes high. Now it is mid June and Chris and I avoid each other, or more aptly, I avoid him. If I walk into a room and see him in it, I leave. One morning I go into the kitchen and I see Chris making himself some tea.

He sees me start to walk away, "Damn it! Stop!" I hear a loud crash. I turn around and see he threw his cup against the cabinet. "We shouldn't have to avoid each other. I shouldn't have to walk on eggshells in my own fucking house!"

I've never really seen him so angry, it kind of scares me, but turns me on. I groaned in my head, what the fuck was wrong with me? I start to try and clean up the mug pieces and the tea on the floor.

Chris grabs my arm, "stop. I will get it." I stand up and we are standing face to face. "I can't take this anymore."

He grabs me and pulls me to him and before I can say anything he has his mouth on mine. I put my arms around his neck. He kisses me with hunger and anger. I don't push him away. I can't bring myself to do it. He lifts me up and presses me against the fridge. I feel him reach down and pull himself from his shorts. He pushes my panties to the side under my dress and I feel him fill me. I moan, "Chris."

He looks at me, "do you want me to stop?"

I groan, "no I don't. Don't stop Chris. Please."

He thrusts hard and fast. He's still angry, but we've both been wanting this for so long. It's all been built up.

I grab onto the top of fridge with one hand. He grabs my hand on the fridge. I moan as I feel it washing over me, "Oh Chris." I dig my other hand into his back as I feel him pulsing.

He slows down and I hear him moan in my ear. He kisses my neck. He pulls away and looks at me. "We're in trouble here." He puts me down.

"Chris, I-"

He raises his voice again, "I know! Sebastian. I know. I'm sorry, it's my fault."

I feel the tears start to well in my eyes, "no I could have said no. I didn't want to."

He finishes cleaning up his mess and stands in front of me. He puts his hand on my cheek, "do you love him?"

"I- I don't know Chris. I know I have feelings for him. I could love him." I look up at him.

"Tell me you don't have feelings for me. Tell me you don't love me, and I will stop. I won't pursue you. We can pretend like this never happened."

I laugh, "you can really pretend like this didn't just happen? Because I can't!"

He drops his hand and he looks hurt. "If you choose him I will have to, won't I?"

He starts to walk away and I grab his arm, "Chris, I can't lie and say that I don't have feelings for you. Or that I don't love you."

"Then I guess you have to decide. Because I love you, and I want to be with you. Did you ever open my birthday present?"

I shake my head. He shakes his arm out of my grip and walks away.