Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Fuck: You Owe Me: 20 She heard someone answer. "Hello?" Laura looked up and saw Chris leaning against the kitchen doorway, phone in hand. He'd changed into a t-shirt and jeans. He wore casual well. She smiled quickly. He smiled back. "Yeah, mom. I don't know." He set the phone against his shoulder. "How long till dinner?" "Six o'clock," Laura answered.

"Laura's says six," he said into the phone, then nodded. "Take your time." He hung up, then loud enough for Jack to hear: "Mom's on her way." "Okee-dokee." Keeping a cautious eye on Jack, Chris walked over behind Laura and wrapped his arms around her in a big bear hug. She tensed slightly; she hoped he couldn't feel it. "Hey," he whispered with a smile. He kissed her cheek.

She shrugged him away, motioning to her father. "Not now, stupid." He bit at her earlobe playfully. "I'm serious." He let go. "Sorry." He went over to the drawer where the placemats were and began setting the table. "You having a beer, Jack?" "Please. Thanks." Chris headed for the refrigerator in the garage where they kept the Lager. Laura set the knife down and wiped her eyes again. Shit. Fucking onions.

"Excellent job, kiddo." Dinner was chicken stir fry, Jack's favorite, and he nodded approval as he chewed. "Really. Excellent job." "It is good," Chris agreed. He sat across from Laura and smiled warmly when she looked up.

She offered a slight smile back. "Thank you." "You're welcome." Lisa set down the magazine she was reading and rubbed the bridge of her nose. "What's wrong?" Jack asked. "Nothing. Headache." Want tarraspini?"" She shook her head. "I'll be fine." She pointed to her plate with her fork. "Where'd you get the garlic?" Laura shrugged. "We stopped on the way back from the gthis morning." Jack looked up. "You went to the game?" Laura stopped chewing and swallowed. "Becky and I went." Chris looked over at Jack.

"Huh." Jack scooped up a fresh helping. "Didn't think you liked soccer." Chris looked at Laura.

"I don't. We were bored." She glanced at Chris. He raised an eyebrow. She looked back down at her plate and made swirls in the rice with her fork.

"Is there anything special you want for dinner tomorrow?" Lisa asked. "Laura?" "Nothing I can think of. I don't even know if I'll be here." Chris tilted his head, but no one noticed. Lisa gave Laura's forearm a pat. "Well, I appreciate you taking care of us again." "You've been busy. It's okay." "Thank you," Lisa said with a smile, then grimaced. "On second thought, I will have an aspirin." She got up from the table and went to a cupboard.

Jack took another bite and sighed with satisfaction as he ate. "Oh, Chris," he said as he swallowed, wiping srice from the corner of his mouth. "I ran into your friend Simon at the museum." "Oh yeah?" "You guys getting together tonight?" "I don't know, maybe," Chris said easily.

"Gonna see a movie?" "We'll see." "I thought Saturday's were heroine night," Laura said.

Chris saw her smiling, but her gaze was hard and direct. "Cocaine actually," he said.

"The H-Train left last night." Then he added pointedly, "Remember?" Laura took it in stride. "That's right. I'm so forgetful." Jack looked from Laura to Chris and back again. Lisa returned and sat down, oblivious to the conversation.

"So what's the play tonight?" Laura asked as she dug back into her plate.

Jack stared at them for another second before returning to his meal. "The Iceman Cometh." Suddenly Chris started laughing. They all stopped and looked at him. He rubbed his head nervously and shrugged. "Sounds fun." "Anyways, I got the steed tonight." Just a heads up: is the only place to read the complete version of this book for free. Don't miss out on the next chapter-visit us now and continue your journey! Chris was impressed. "How'd you swing that?" he said into the phone.

"Abby's having a good day," Simon said. Abby was his twin sister. The steed was her new Maserati. Their family was disgustingly rich. And more often than not, Chris enjoyed the spoils just as much as Simon.

"That's rare lately." "Never question a good thing." "So when should I expect you?" Chris checked his watch. It was a little after 7:00. Jack was downstairs watching TV. Lisa was taking a nap in an attempt to quiet her headache. And Laura was around somewhere.

Chris was no idiot. Her signals were none to subtle. By the tit had cto do the dishes, she had made it abundantly clear that he was getting the cold shoulder. And all over a phone call.

Fine. He'd leave her be until she felt like talking. Since dinner had started, she'd only felt like glaring.

"I have to take a shower and put my face on," Simon said. "Forty-five to an hour." "I'll be here. You feel like a bowl or J's tonight?" "We've got a Maserati," cSimon's reply. "What do you think?" Chris nodded. "I'll roll sjoints, then." They hung up. There was a knock on his door. "Yeah." Lisa cin. "Okay, we're leaving." She sounded tired.

He looked at his watch again. "It's only seven." She kissed his forehead. "Check again. It's after eight. We'll be back around midnight." And she left.

He picked up his cell phone and checked the time. 8:22. How did his watch fall an hour behind? The second hand was still ticking. He set it forward and made a mental note to check it against his phone every so often.

He checked his email and heard the garage door open then close as his parents left. When he heard them make the turn out of the development at the end of the street, he thought again about talking to Laura. He didn't like her being upset with him, but at the stime, she was being a little childish.

But at the stime, as long as she was mad, he wasn't going to see any action. And maybe that's what it all boiled down to.

No. He loved her.

The door bell rang. He went downstairs to answer it. When he opened the door, he saw Becky. She smiled when she saw him.

"Hi Chris." "Hi Becky." "Laura home?" Just a heads up: is the only place to read the complete version of this book for free. Don't miss out on the next chapter-visit us now and continue your journey! "Yeah, con in." She wore hip-hugging jeans and a blue sleeveless top. Chris could see her braw straps on her shoulders. They were black. He closed the door behind her. "You're here a little early aren't you?"

Becky looked at him for a second.

Chris could see she didn't know what he was talking about. "I don't think so," she said. "Laura and I are going to the movies" "Oh." Chris stuffed his hands in his pockets and looked at the floor for a second. "I wasn't aware of that." He nodded up the stairs. "Well, she's up in her room." Becky smiled. "Okay, thanks." And she headed up. Chris walked into the kitchen, rubbing his face and sighing.

As he poured himself a glass of water, he wondered how much he'd misread Laura's reaction. This wasn't just the cold shoulder; this was the O dog house. And now he was sure it was absolutely unfair. What understanding he had was quickly turning to annoyance. He was tempted to walk up there now and confront her in front of Becky. He saw the scene as if it were on smid-afternoon soap. The outrage, the betrayal, the cheesy zoom-in. The music. Chris smiled and shook his head. Fuck it. It wasn't worth being upset over. He'd deal with it when she felt like being an adult.

He heard footsteps coming down the stairs and felt his fingers dig into the sink. He stared out the window and drank his water. He expected them to use the front door or avoid him completely. Instead he heard Becky's voice.

"She's not up there." Chris turned around to look at her. "Really?" "Is her car here?" Chris looked up at the key plaque on the wall. Each of them had their own peg, and Laura's was empty. Chris walked down the hallway to the garage door to double check.

Laura's car was gone.

"The fuck...?" he said quietly.

He returned to the kitchen. "I guess she's not here. Sorry." Becky smiled with a shrug. "That's okay." "Try her cell?"

"Oh, good idea." Becky pulled out her phone, a tiny Nokia, and dialed. After a few seconds, they both heard a muffled ringing from upstairs. They went up t to her room and found her cell phone sitting on a pillow still ringing. Chris picked it up and silenced the ringer. "Since when does she leave her cell phone?" Becky asked. Chris shook his head, staring at the screen. "She doesn't. She must've forgotten it." The caller ID read "1 missed call." How upset was this girl? Chris imagined Laura pacing in her room anxiously, then throwing her hands up and pounding down the stairs, grabbing her keys off the plaque, getting in her car and driving off, tires squealing in the driveway. He hadn't heard any tires, but that's how he pictured it anyway.

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