The Couple

Chapter 23: We need to talk

Celia

I woke up the next morning with a strong hand wrapped around me and a hard chest pressing against

my back. A continuous breath was falling over my neck telling a man’s presence in my bed.

I turned to see the face I wanted to see every morning I woke up. He was sleeping beside me so

peacefully, I can’t believe this is the person who wanted to kill someone last night. I was scared,

shocked and m... moved.

He wanted to kill someone for me but he needs to control. He can’t keep killing people or can he?

I turned to face him properly so my chest was pressed against his and erection was poking me in my

belly. I smiled feeling his belly and my eyes travelled down and landed on his shirt I was wearing.

Did he just change my clothes?

I was so much in shock seeing him beating shit out of Harris, my boss that I don’t remember him

bringing me and changing my clothes before putting me in bed.

I turned a little bit more to get into a more comfortable position to look at that sleeping beauty beside

me that he made a rumbling sound and tightened his grip around and put his one leg over mine which

sent his erection directly against my core. I couldn’t help but moan.

That sound made him smile even in sleep he enjoys teasing me. I poked his face and tried to wake him

up.

“Wake up, my angry boyfriend, wake up.”

“Five more minutes, you sleep more too.” I never knew his morning voice can be this sexy. I dripped

down a little bit and he opened his eyes wide as if he smelt my arousal.

“Someone wants early morning workout.”, and started kissing my neck. He is distracting me, we

needed to talk to him. And I tried my best to push this heavy man.

“Don’t distract me, we need to talk.”

“You talk, I listen and workout.” he said in between his kisses against my skin.

“No, get up. We need to talk.” he got off me with his hands in the air in surrender.

“Okay.”

“But can we eat before you lecture me.”

“Fine, pancakes?”

“Anything you feed me with your hands.” he got up from the bed kissing my forehead and hands and

went in the direction of the bathroom.

“I have an extra brush in the cabinet.”

“I won’t need it.”, as he came out with my brush in his hands.

“Yikes… that's mine.”

“And you are mine too.” I sighed and went to make the pancakes for both of us.

He got out while I was making mine and getting the pancakes ready for both. He hugged me behind

and put his head over my shoulder.

“You know this makes it hard for me to cook.”

“You know you made it hard for me last night too.” understanding what he is pointing at I blushed.

“Get off me, I need to get food ready. How will you like yours?”

“With salted caramel.”

“Get the chocolate syrup from the above cabinet on the right and waffles from the left.”

“Yes ma’am.”

I gave him his salted caramel and left to brush my teeth. When I returned he was already half done with

mine after he had his.

“Weren’t two pancakes enough for you?”

“I thought you stayed at my home for one week and had breakfast and dinners with me so you would

know better.”, hearing this I went to make another two for myself.

“No doubt, the table was all filled with the dishes and only empty plates were left behind. Your family

can’t be blamed, they lived with a monster.” and he laughed.

He finished his breakfast and went to take a shower and got out in bathrobe. He looked tempting and

sexy. I shifted my gaze and continued my breakfast as we needed to talk and looking at him with lust

won’t help. I finished my pancakes and moved towards the bathroom for a cold shower.

“I am going to take a shower. Wear more clothes.”

“Let me come, you might need some help in washing yourself.”, I turned around and put a hand over

his chest to stop him.

“I am perfectly capable of washing myself. You stay here and get dressed”, he took the advantage and

pulled me to him. Having him half naked here when I am wearing only his shirt to cover myself, I will

lose my control soon.

“Why? Is this distracting you? Then I should remove it.”

“No, don’t remove it otherwise we won’t be able to talk.”, and he pulled me close and tightened his grip

around me. His eyes were showing a golden shade and soon he closed his eyes and his eyes were

back to normal those black orbs. Did I just dream again?

He suddenly left me and took a few steps back. Was it true, what I saw was true? His eyes color

changed for real or else why will he be nervous and shook.

“Did your eyes changed their color?”

“No… What non sense have ever see someone’s eyes changing their color?” and he laughed it off.

Leaving him there I went to take a shower as I don’t want to push the matter more. I know he is hiding

something and I believe he will let me know of it soon.

I got out of my room later wearing a black tank top and blue denim shorts. I made sure they are not too

short to distract him. I saw him sitting on the sofa wearing new clothes.

“How did you just got to your house and returned so fast?”

“Ethan dropped my clothes just now, he and Mary knew I was here.” It can be possible, even last night

Mary suggested him to stay here. I moved towards to kitchen to get my coffee.

“Why didn’t he stay for long? Or did you run him away?”

“Mary needed him home for nothing but making love.” Those two people are deeply in love with each

other that they don’t want to stay away from each other for too long. And now with Mary being

pregnant, she is undergoing many changes and always want Ethan for one thing or another or for

nothing.

“Hmm… do you want a coffee?”

“Sure” and he got up from his seat and started following me to kitchen.

“Do you want anything else?”

“Nope, I am just here to help you.”

“No worries. I got it.” But he didn’t left the kitchen but sat over the counter and didn’t stop looking over

me. His sweet gesture made me blush.

“You know you can go over there and watch tv or something.”

“I am watching the most interesting thing in this world.”

“You know how to make a coffee?”

“Hey… I might not be a great cook like you but I atleast know how to brew a coffee.” And we both

laughed. He told me the incident how he was left alone once and he burned down the kitchen while

cooking pasta for himself while I brewed the coffee for both us.

“Lets go over there and talk.” And he followed me as I went to sit on the sofa.

We sat facing each other with our cups in our hands and sipping in between.

“So, what do you want to talk about since morning?”

“About last night.” Isn’t it obvious?

“There is nothing to talk about last night. That bastard tried his way with you both and I beat the shit out

him as I should have.”

“You should have just interrupted and left with us after a few punches. You didn’t need to try to kill him.”

“Well, you’re right I shouldn’t have tried to kill him. I should have killed him.” And I sighed.

“You just can’t kill someone. You need to control your anger.”

“I will kill if someone tries to bother you or my sister.”

“Are you crazy? You can’t kill people, if they do wrong you get them arrested and punished. You don’t

kill them.” I shouted this time. This man is crazy and short tempered. He needs to understand he can’t

keep beating the shit out of people. He might end up in jail.

“If it would be needed, I will.” He gritted between teeth as his wide eyes as they are glazing fire.

“What are you a monster? Maybe you’re because you looked like one last night. You were unstoppable

Chris. I didn’t know what to do. I felt helpless seeing you like that. If it wasn’t Ethan, I don’t know if you

would have stopped. He fell unconscious, he couldn’t even defend himself anymore but you wouldn’t

stop. You looked like a beast last night who wanted blood.”

He got close to me, hugged me and wiped my tears. I didn’t realise when tears fall from my eyes and © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

roll down my cheeks. I felt relieved to let it out but it was the first time, I ever spoke my real fears apart

from other feelings in front of anyone. Even with George and Jeanne, I never comfortable sharing my

fears or the matters which left me shook to the core. But it was different with Chris, I know. I feel close

to him already and want to spend my life with him. It might be an impulsive decision but I feel it deep in

my heart.

I leaned over him and cried for some time and let my anger, fear and care for him out. He was calming

me down as he rubbed me back but he didn’t know only his presence was enough to calm me. I pulled

away and looked into his eyes. He was angry, scared and guilty. I hugged him once again before he got

me sit in his lap and started speaking.

“I am sorry for losing control, I am sorry for not realising you will get scared to see me like that, I am

sorry you had to see that but I am not sorry for beating him. Give me another chance and you will find

him dead but I promise you won’t have to see it next time.” I couldn’t help but laugh at him.

“You won’t move.”

“Trust me. I am moved a lot.”

“Want to see a movie?” and I nodded in response.

“A horror one?”

“Only if I get to sit in your lap the whole time.” He kissed my cheek and agreed.

“But before that you need to eat… pizza?” I didn’t realize it was almost time to lunch. I don’t know for

how much time I cried leaning over him, maybe half an hour.

I got the cups to sink when he ordered pizza for us and put Insidious on DVD player. And got back on

sofa pulling me on his lap. Soon our pizza arrived and he fed both me and himself.

I jumped and covered my face in his chest every time a scary scene comes. I loved his smell and

sitting on his lap so much that we spent our evening watching Insidious part 2. I think he enjoyed me

sitting over him as much as he didn’t let me sit down on sofa even after the movies. Then we had

dinner together as I taught him cooking pasta but I think I should never let this man enter my kitchen

even after our marriage.