Christopher came back a short while later, but the first thing he did was call his mother. “Mom, she’s not in the terminal.” He sounded annoyed. “Are you sure you got the time right? I went around the place, but I didn’t see her. Couldn’t get through to her phone either. What? She’s already gone? Hey, that’s not my fault. I came as you asked.”
The call obviously upset Christopher, so he kept quiet for a while after he hung up. When I patted his shoulder, he pulled my hand away. “Not now.”
“Say, a pretty lady wanted you to have this. Wanna have a look?”
I handed the box to him, but he pushed it away without even looking at it. “Now now, Eve. There’s this lump in my throat, but I can’t make it go away. Monica used to be this lovely little girl who came with me everywhere I went. We used to be really happy, just like how real siblings would. But now…”
“Then open this gift, and I guarantee the lump will go away.” I poked him a few more times.
My insistence got the better of him, so he took the box from me and took the lid off. When he realized what was inside, he froze up for a moment. “Handmade truffle cookies?”
He quickly stared at me in shock, while I stuck my tongue out. “Told you you’ll feel better. The lump’s all gone now, eh?” I grinned.
Christopher popped a cookie into his mouth, and his eyes lit up. “Yep, she made this alright. She sucks at baking, but she’s one tough cookie. No pun intended. I used to love handmade cookies like this, so she made it for me once. Tasted like crap though, so I only took one bite and shoved the rest to Zachary. Her pride was scarred, but she didn’t say it. Over the next couple of months, she spent a lot of time making these cookies and baked a bunch for me on my next birthday.
“But since I was just a kid back then, I stuffed as many cookies as I could at every chance I got. By the time she gave me her cookies, the novelty had worn off, so I gave all of them to Darius. Didn’t think I’d see this again. Brings back memories.”
“She said she’d come back for our wedding,” I joked.
“Why don’t we get married as soon as possible? Then, you can see her again.”
Christopher was shocked that Monica would say that, but his eyes shone with relief. “I see. She has really let it go, huh? Did she say anything else?”
“She told me to take good care of you, or she’d come back and take you away from me.” I leaned on his shoulder and smiled. “Looks like I have to bring my A game now, or she might just take you away.”
“And I’ll still come back even if she were to do that.” He wrapped his arm around my waist and gave me a French kiss. His tongue pried my lips open, had a taste of my mouth, and started waltzing with my tongue.
His kiss was strong and passionate. While he was kissing me, he pushed the seats down, so I had to lean back. As I responded to his kiss, I wrapped my arms around his neck so I could taste him deeper. Once we were done, he went to pull up the shades. “We’re in a car park. There are lots of people here, so cut it out.” I was breathing heavily, my face red.
“Relax. Nobody would spend their time staring at cars in a car park.” Once he pulled the shades up, the car was plunged into darkness. After he turned the lights on, I realized he was already pinning me down against the chair.
He showed me a pack of condom. I thought he’d use it, but instead he snickered and tossed it aside before thrusting Christopher Jr. in me. Then he buried his head between my breasts, while his hands were touching my body all over.
“You said you wanted a child, so I guess we’re doing it raw today.”
His fingers felt cold and slimy as if they were snakes brushing across my body. The sensation made me shiver, and I glared at him. “I think I’ve been giving you too much free rein. Sabrina told me that women should be a bit more aggressive in sex, or men would get a big head.”
