Wanted For Pleasure: vol 2

Chapter 31: among us

"Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And when you look long into an abyss, the abyss also looks into you."

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𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒏 

It's after five thirty and I'm waiting for Chris to get home from work. Every minute that passes is longer than the one before, it's excruciating like watching paint dry.

I'm almost ready to give up and take Jas and Izzy up on their offer for a girl's night when a key turns in the door, making Duke and Stevie bark wildly. They run to the door to greet their father after a long day, as do I.

I have his slippers in front of the mat on the floor, and my arms wide open with a warm smile on my naked face.

"Woah— everybody's happy to see me." Chris chuckles, pleasantly surprised by the welcome committee.

I let him drop his bag onto the chair by the window and step out of his sneakers before slipping into the worn, brown house shoes.

Chris throws a toy for Duke and Stevie to run after so he can get to me without them in the way.

"Did you bump your head, or?" He makes fun, grabbing my waist.

Standing on my tiptoes, I shake my head in his face and throw my arms over his shoulders.

"No. I just don't care anymore, we don't have to fight. I love you, and I missed you today." I speak sweetly, staring at his wet lips.

"I've been thinking about you all day." Chris pauses to peck my lips just once.
He goes on to say, "You scare me when you act like that, I don't like it. Seriously, that was worse than the silent treatment, but it's my fault. I was a dick-"

"Shh, Shh, Shh," I kiss him to shut him up. "we have to get ready. Come on."

"Ready? For what?"

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I can't believe I'm willingly doing this. Whatever I can to strengthen my relationship and support Chris, I suppose.

As uncomfortable as I am, I do look stunning in this dress that matches Chris's emerald green and black split design two piece belted blazer and seamless matching pants. With it, a black button up underneath, a black bow tie because he doesn't know any other colors, and a pair of leather contoured Alexander McQueen sneakers since I wouldn't allow him to wear Nikes or his favorite pair of Rick Owen's.
My cowl neck mermaid dress was accented with diamonds in particular areas such as the hip above the high slit and before the draping of the off-the-shoulder ruffled sleeves. It pools at the feet but I don't trip over it in my YSL heels because of the slit. I was worried Chris wouldn't like the slit for this occasion as it is Jessica-Rabbit-esque but he loves it and has complimented me all night as well as many others.

It's nearly eleven at night and it doesn't seem as if the party will be dying down any time soon. I've never been to a ball before, I've always pictured them to be extravagant and this is, just boring as hell, too.

I yawn at the table and Chris looks back at me, excusing himself from his conversation, to ask if I'm okay.

"Sorry, just— sorry." I stop myself from saying I'm tired because I don't want to spoil the big night for my boyfriend.

I excuse myself from the table with all of Chris's colleagues and their dates gathered around as Chris shares a story, and go to the buffet line for dessert. I'm thinking chocolate anything will boost my mood.