Entanglement [COMPLETED✔]

4

Alex

I woke up with a throbbing headache, my mouth dry, images of last night flashing across my head.

Of skin so soft under my finger tips, of half moans and a scent so sweet that had me aching at the hour. And for the love of all the alcohol in my system, I couldn't quite remember who the woman was. I couldn't even remember how I got home, or how my shoes disappeared from my feet. Everything was a blur, hazy and confusing because I could have sworn that the face between the fog were a deep green. 

Shaking away those thoughts, I made my way to the shower to wash away what was hopefully nothing more than a dream. Yet those brief images snuck their way into my head, making my already confused thoughts even more rattled, making my dick ache in my palms. Green eyes toying with me, smirking and teasing. 

I tried not to do anything with those images, to not let my mind wander off and replace certain parts I had glimpsed. Tried hard not to put a face to an unknown body, to trick my mind into thinking things that should never be. But even reminding myself of who I was didnt stop me from being a deprived man and thinking. 

Finishing my shower, I checked the clock to see the hour, wincing at the lateness. I- fuck, I had expected to sleep in but this late? It was a good thing I has asked for the day off because with the fucking headache I had, I was pretty sure I wouldn't get work done. 

Walking downstairs, I found no signs of Laura, then again it was Friday and she was at school. 

It was so damn silent as I ate alone, as I picked up the mess I made and then some more I found around the house. It wasn't no miracle that the house was clean, not when I knew Laura cleaned and cooked. 

She didn't have to, as she didn't have to take care of my stuff. I could do it. As I could go shopping for food and cook, I had done it a few times but Laura seemed to like it, she had said so. But I knew it was wrong to let her do it all, for her to do house work and still go to school. 

So cleaning while she was away was the least I could do, taking out the clothes from the dryer and folding it was the least I could do. Yet I think I shouldn't have, not when my fingers grasped a flimsy material, or rather several flimsy materials. 

Pink, red, black, lace with very little fabric. My jaw tightening as I picked them up, she wore this. She- Laura wore this under those revealing clothes, she wore this as if she was wearing it for someone. And- fuck. 

I dropped it all before I could finish, taking my car keys before leaving. Thoughts of her in those clothes clouding my mind, my cock aching the more I thought about it. 

Thoughts of her and whoever she was with, of her showing herself to him. And I knew it was wrong, to hate it, to despise the idea. After all she was allowed to be with whoever she wanted to be, she was allowed to kiss and fuck whoever she pleased yet the idea…

I ended up dropping by a friend's house, talking to him while drinking beer. The talk of sports and nonsense calming the unnecessary thoughts in my head. Distracting me from imagining her in nothing, of her body, of- shit.

Even when I hadn't been legally binded to her mother, I had lived in her house as such. I had seen Laura grow, maybe not much but I had been there when things happened. I had stayed even when Martha didn't give me anything because I was getting old and it was better to have someone then have no one. 

Returning home after a couple of hours with a bag of takeout, I expected to find Laura lounging on the couch but I didn't. Calling out for her, I frowned when she didn't answer, I knew she was here, I had seen her car but where was- 

I stopped mid step as I walked into the kitchen, my gaze locking past the open doors that lead into the pool. My heart quickened as I saw her rise from the water in nothing.