After three years of trial and error, Chris and Morgan are now committed to giving the "normal" life a try.
Old habits die hard, though, which they come to find out when trouble inevitably finds them.
Sweeping things under the rug, the couple just...
"The hardest part about trust is knowing when to doubt"
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The persistent hum of my phone buzzed on the counter, a reminder of Tandy's latest flood of voice memos, each one more urgent than the last. I could almost hear her busy, breathless tone: "Morgan, darling, don't forget! This event is going to be huge! You've got to get here early. Everyone's going to be there, and you've got to make an impression!" I couldn't quite tell if she was excited or just wound too tight.
I glanced at myself in the mirror before I slipped into my black v-cut dress, tugging the fabric just right to hide the things I didn't want to show and accentuate the parts I still liked. My hair was curled loosely, falling in waves well past my shoulders. My tights felt constricting around my legs, but I didn't mind. I stepped into my red bottom heels, holding onto the full body mirror in the bedroom.
The door creaked open behind me, and I turned to see Chris leaning against the frame, still in his work clothes—dark jeans and a hoodie that looked too cozy to be worn to an upscale event.
"What's all this?" His voice was low, teasing, but there was a twinkle in his eye, his usual charm coming through despite the exhaustion in his posture.
I barely suppressed a sigh, glancing back at the mirror. "An event for the wellness project—the one Tandy's been on me about all week." I adjusted the watch on my wrist, trying to focus on the task instead of the pressure building in my chest. "You forgot, didn't you?"
Chris stepped forward, eyes scanning me with a smile that could've melted anything. "Forgot?" he said, leaning in closer with that effortless grin of his. "Impossible. I could never forget something where my beautiful fiancée is going to look this good."
He kissed my shoulder and then my neck.
I fought the urge to roll my eyes, but I couldn't help the smile that tugged at my lips. "I'm serious, Chris. You said you'd come with me."
Chris took a step closer, eyes never leaving my breasts spilling out of my black bra. "I know, I know. I forgot. But I was busy." His hand brushed gently over my arm, his fingers warm.
I couldn't help but laugh, even if a part of me was irritated by his easygoing way of sidestepping the situation. "Whatever."
I looked into the mirror and dabbed my finger across my lipgloss to my liking.
Chris, unexpectedly, grabbed me by the hips and thrusts into my backside.
I'm surprised by his sudden roughness, but can't hide my intrigue.
"Chris," I murmured, melting into his chest.
"You look so fucking beautiful," he whispered in my ear, hands dipping between my thighs.
My mouth went dry as he grabbed me by the throat.
"I don't think I want you leaving the house like this." He growled, grabbing one of my breasts in his hands.
