Take Me Home

Chapter 7 - Dinner Tension

As Matt and Vixey stepped into the house, she couldn't help but take in every detail of the surroundings. The pervasive silence was so profound that even the slightest sound, like a pin dropping, would have echoed through the entire space. She gazed at him, noticing his nose twitching ever so slightly as if he was trying to catch a scent on the air. A scowl slowly appeared on his lips, causing her to furrow her brow in puzzlement. "What's wrong?" she asked, curious about the sudden change in his expression.

He shook his head in disappointment and ushered her to the kitchen. As they passed the hallway, Vixey caught a whiff of a perfume mingled with the scent of Lance. She suddenly felt unwell, and Matt immediately sensed it. He gently guided her over to the sink, standing by to support her and holding her hair back, just in case she felt nauseous and needed to vomit. Suddenly Vixey heard a loud moan, and her whole body tensed up in response. Before she could even think about it, her stomach rebelled, and she found herself involuntarily emptying the contents of her morning meal into the sink. The sound and sensation were overwhelming, and she couldn't help but feel a wave of more nausea and unease washing over her.

Matt let out a deep sigh and gently rubbed her back, a look of empathy on his face. She could tell he felt sorry for her. He understood how much she despised Lance, especially when he would bring other females around. It really made her feel as though she was nothing more than a possession to him. But that's what she was, so why would it bother her so much to find out that he's with someone else? In her messed-up mind, Lance was the only person she's ever really—she gazed down and saw the tears falling from her eyes, splashing into the sink below. Her eyes widened as the unwanted tears poured from them, creating a somber moment.

Matt's strong arms envelop her, pulling her close as she felt the warmth of his embrace. Vixey's tears fall softly as she buries her face in his chest, overwhelmed by a rush of emotions and unsure of the intensity of her feelings. "I'm sorry," his voice was barely above a whisper, yet it was soft and calming as it washes over her. She felt the tension slowly seeping out of her body as she relaxed in his reassuring embrace. It's a rare moment of intimacy for them, and she savor every second of it, cherishing the closeness between them.

Matt's ears perked up as he heard the subtle creak of the bedroom door slowly opening. As he gently taps her shoulder, he looks down into her eyes, offering her a quiet message to be strong. Vixey nods softly, feeling the warmth of his touch, and then wipes her tears before pulling away, determined to gather her strength.

As they gazed towards the entrance of the kitchen, a sleek and elegant female feline caught their attention. Her fur was as black as the night, and her eyes shimmered like golden orbs. As she gracefully walked by, she suddenly paused, noticing their presence, and gracefully turned back. With a gentle voice, she greeted them, "Oh, hello!" Matt disdainfully snatches a chilled beer from the refrigerator, while Vixey found herself at a loss, offering an awkward wave to the nonchalant feline. Lance suddenly appeared behind her, wearing a bewildered expression. "You two are home early?" he inquired. Matt responded with a scoff, taking a sip before replying, "It was an easy trip, though you missed a good show." As he spoke, Vixey felt her cheeks flush and shot him a quick glance. He responded with a smirk and playfully ruffled her hair.

Lance felt a surge of tension as he watched the interaction unfold between Matt and Vixey. His eyes narrowed and darkened. "It's time for you to leave," he muttered, his voice firm and unwavering. Despite the feline's protests, Lance firmly guided her towards the door, his resolve unshaken. After she had left, he returned promptly. Vixey remained frozen in place, too overwhelmed with unsettling nerves to make a move, while Matt immediately began gathering ingredients for dinner. Lance emitted a low, menacing growl as he slowly paced over to Vxiey. Her fur bristled in response to the chilling intensity of his piercing crimson eyes locking onto hers.