'Til Death - Chris Motionless Love Story

Chapter Twenty - That Was Not Received Well

SALEM'S POV
Chris and I decided to take the week off of work to relax, pack my apartment, and actually have some silence after the chaos of me almost getting alcohol poisoning and ya know, finding out I'm carrying his child. It was nice. For once, I saw a side of Chris I never thought I'd see. He was relaxed, and happy. There wasn't stress from the office, the stress of waiting on families, and there wasn't any bickering between two of his star employees.

"So, I was thinking," Chris started as he taped up a box, "you need an art room, and I have one other room available in the house, we should make that your art room." I counted the rooms in my head. Our room, the other room, the babies room, and his study. I do hope he means the study.

"You mean your study? Chris, that's your work space, I couldn't possibly take that. I'd feel guilty." Chris put down the tape and walked over to me, then grabbed my hands.

"Salem, it's our house now. Besides, maybe we could mix the two, you could work on your art and I could do my work from home."

"Please do not embalm or cremate bodies in our home, Christopher," I joked. He smiled at me then kissed the top of my head.

"I hope our kid has your beauty and humor," Chris pulled me into a hug, "though if it's a girl I don't know what I will do. It will be impossible to keep the guys away."
Once Chris and I got me settled into his house, we decided on setting an early morning meeting to let the office know what was happening. Chris and I stood there, gripping our coffees in our hands in front of everyone. They went over what they got over the weekend, then Chris cleared his throat and stepped up.

"Good morning, team! We've got some really exciting news," Chris gripped my waist and dug in his pocket, pulling out the sonogram, "Salem and I are extending the Cerulli family, and we couldn't be more excited to do so!" Chris really was excited about this. I for one was still terrified, but knowing he'd be by my side made it better. Everyone was shocked, and I thought Ben was going to walk out. What he said was much worse though.

"So what? You trying to completely erase Lil? Have you just forgotten about her? This whore doesn't measure up to her!" Chris went pale, then red with anger.

"You know this isn't what that is-"

"Then what is it, Christopher?"

"I deserve to be happy! She will never be Lilith, no one will ever be Lilith, Ben! If I could go back in time and be sure to keep Lilith safe I would! I'd do anything to have her back, but I can't!" I hung my head, looking at my shoes. I didn't want him to know that comment upset me. I mean, I get it. That was his first love, and it wasn't a willing split. Death ripped her from him. Chris took a deep breath and gripped my hand tightly. "Look, I love Salem. She understands me, she understands my grief, and she's carrying my child now. She's as close to perfect as one can get, and I can't imagine life without her. Now, everyone tend to your business, meet with your families. Salem and I have a lot to do and discuss." With that, everyone was dismissed and Chris headed down the hall to his office. I figured it best to let him have a moment to himself, so I went to my desk and caught up on some files. After about five minutes Chris called me and asked me to come to his office. I poked my head in and noticed his head was in his hands.

"Chris? Are you okay?" I asked him as I stepped in. He looked up at me, tears in his eyes.

"Baby, come here," he scooted his chair out and I sat down on his lap, "I'm sorry if I upset you. What I said didn't come out right, and I don't know how to make it come out right. Please, don't think I meant anything bad by it." His arms were wrapped around my waist, mine around his neck. I brought my forehead to his and kissed his nose.

"It's okay, babe. I know what you meant." I assured him. He smiled a small and light smile, then gave me a soft kiss on the lips. I deepened the kiss by leaning in further, and his hands wandered down, one resting on my thigh, the other on my lower back. I moved to where I was straddling him on his desk chair, his hands going up the back of my shirt as our tongues intertwined. I could feel his growing erection in between my thighs as I grind against it, making him wild.

"Of all the days for you to wear jeans, Ms. Alastair... I guess you will have to find a different way to please me." He had a glint in his brown eyes, and I knew exactly what he wanted. I got down on my knees in front of him and unbuttoned his pants, freeing his erection. I teased his tip with my tongue, then took it into my mouth. Chris gripped my hair in his hand and shoved my head down further. He let out a groan as I gagged slightly, but I adjusted quickly. I bobbed my head up and down, my lips tight around his cock as I sucked. "Oh shit, baby, that's it, take my cock," I sucked harder and faster, "fuck, just like that, good girl," I gripped his base in my hand as I sucked since I couldn't take his whole length in. It wasn't long before he filled my mouth with his cum, and I looked up at him, his cum dripping from my mouth. I had never been one for swallowing, so I spit it out in his trash can and wiped my mouth with a tissue. As I stood up, we heard his door open. I had forgotten to lock it apparently. Cherie, the receptionist, walked in and quickly shielded her eyes.

"I-I'm so s-sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt," she stuttered out, "I'll just be right outside once you get... adjusted," she stepped out, shutting the door behind her. Chris fumbled with his pants, composed himself again, then opened the door. I was leaning against his desk.

"Yes, Cherie?" He asked, clearly annoyed. She looked like a deer in headlights.

"Th-there's some guys up front to see you. They wouldn't tell me their names, just that they know you." Chris sighed, and walked out. I went to follow and he put a finger up.

"Salem, stay here. I don't know who it is," I stood awkwardly in his office as I watched him walk down the hallway. I looked around his office and examined his degree, and the several pictures he had set up. I never noticed it, but he had framed the first picture he had taken with me and set it up on his desk, along with a picture of myself I had sent him. As I held it in my hand, wondering when he had put it there, I heard a loud bang and then a scream. What the fuck just happened?