Wanted For Pleasure

Chapter Fifty-four: The Bennett's

"Family is family, and is not determined by marriage certificates, divorce papers, and adoption documents. Families are made in the heart. The only time family becomes null is when those ties in the heart are cut. If you cut those ties, those people are not your family. If you make those ties, those people are your family. And if you hate those ties, those people will still be your family because whatever you hate will always be with you."

Chris Omar Vaughn

"I'm going to have an attack..." Morgan gasped at the outside table.

I put my hand on hers. "What kind of attack?"

"Any of them," she answered quickly. "All of them!"

I laughed, she wasn't serious. "You're being dramatic. Breathe."

"You don't understand, I haven't seen these people in years," she replied, pulling the glass of water from her lips.

I watched her suck up the drops of moisture and couldn't help myself from thinking about how I wanted to bite her lip.

"Chris, do you hear me?" Her voice rang in my ears.

"Huh?"

She sucked her teeth. "Nothing."

I chuckled, finishing coloring the paper the waitress gave me. Well, I asked for it but it was supposed to be for Morgan, to calm her nerves.

It wasn't a bad day out so we took advantage and had lunch together even though I had to return to work after.

"Here you are," the waitress, Emily, sang.

She presented the both of us with our food - just pizza and fries. We thought that would be good for the four of us. That is, if her parents ever showed.

"Excuse me, are you still using these chairs?" A random woman asked us.

"No, you can take them," Morgan sighed.

I slapped her hand and brought the chairs back to our table.

"We're using them. Thanks." I hissed at the woman.

She gave me a dirty look and then returned to the meaningless conversation with her friends.

Morgan took the first slice of pizza and bit it, instantly regretting it once she realized how hot it was.
She ate it anyway, not caring, blowing it off while the food was in her mouth.

I laughed, shaking my head, as I doused the fries in vinegar.

"Seriously? What if they don't like vinegar on their fries, babe? You ruined them." Morgan whined.

I made a straight face and popped some into my mouth, not caring.

"Excuse me. Emily, can we please have another basket of fries?" Morgan asked.

Emily obliged happily and let us know that she'd be right back.

My eyes fell on Morgan's breasts, spilling out of her shirt and onto the table.

"What if they get bigger?" I asked.

Morgan looked around, confused, and then found my eyes fixed on her chest.

"They better not," she mumbled, mouth full of pizza.

"They will, I read about it," I said, smiling as my eyebrows popped.

Morgan cut her unhappy eyes from me and grumbled something I didn't catch.

I laughed at her, trying to keep things fun. "Wanna hear a boob joke that'll really give you a lift?"