Wanted For Pleasure: vol 3

|59| IOU

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I don't want to get on another plane again. I'm tired of them. I'm tired period.

I've just taken a shower and laid down on the couch for the night. I'm not going to sleep in my bed because Chris is there and he clearly has no space for me in his life.

Okay, I know that's not true, but that's how it feels right now.

Anyway, we shouldn't be arguing at a time like this. My biggest concern is figuring out who I possibly owe so that we can end all of this. Who am I kidding? Sabrina could've lied, just saying anything to send us on a wild goose chase.

I haven't been feeling good lately with all of this stress, I could throw up.
My head's been spinning, I have no idea what's what anymore.

For a while, I thought Chris and I could actually live a normal life. I was foolish to think the bullshit stopped after Penshaw.

All I've wanted is to get married to the love of my life and have some babies. That seems impossible now.

"Baby..." I hear Chris's voice.

I don't budge, remaining glued to the tv.

"We've been back from New York for a full day, and you're still ignoring me? You know I hate the silent treatment. Come on, slap me or something."

"I would, but it would turn you on."

"Yes!" He makes me laugh.

"This isn't funny," I tell him, sitting up on the couch so that he can sit down.

Duke and Stevie disperse once Chris sits down because he doesn't like them on the furniture.

"It's not," he says, hand on my thigh. "I know that. I am taking this seriously, you know that, don't you?"

"I feel like you don't want me to help."

"You know how dangerous this shit can get-"

"I mean with everything - with Hayes."

Chris hangs his head, feeling bad. "I'm sorry about that. I was wrong, I knew I was wrong when I said it. If it makes you feel any better— I wasn't going to tell you this— but I don't think he's my son."

I look at him with wide eyes. "What?"

He nods, face of stone. "Don't act shocked, he looks nothing like me."

"I thought he might've been a little— I didn't want to say anything."

Chris laughs briefly. "Yeah, he has fetal alcohol syndrome according to Sabrina."

"Do we trust her?"

"What choice do we have?" Chris sounds like he's given up.

"Not about Hayes," I say, strong, "but with what she told us?"

Chris inhales deeply. "It won't hurt to explore what she means. Have you thought about it?"

I chew my lower lip in deep thought.

With the shaking of my head, I tell Chris, "I can't think of anyone. Babe, I don't owe anyone any money."

Puffing air from his lips, Chris says, "Me either."

"Wait," I gasp with an idea.

Chris gives me a look of anticipation, reading my excitable face.

"What if it's not money?"

"I'm lost."

"What if she doesn't mean owing money, but in some other way?"

"You're so fucking smart."

A/n:

I know this was short, sorry! It didn't fit with the other chapters I have coming up and I wanted to publish something since it's been weeks. Thanks for your patience and understanding! I'll make it up with the next chapters