Chapter 85: 85. Chicken and Cola
Thanks to my coat and hand bag Duke was able to hide his, well, his needs. Let
just put it that way. He held my coat and handbag in front of him like he was just helping his dear wife carry them. No one would guess what the real reason was.
In that state of body, there was no way we could wait to discuss further with Pastor Nathan so we both ran out of the office explaining to Pastor Nathan that sothing urgent ca up that needed to be attended to imdiately.
If you look at it in a way, we didn’t lie. Sothing urgent really ca up.
Pastor Nathan let us go, but not before telling Duke that he would like to have a longer chat with him so other ti.
The twins were even more surprised and happy to see their daddy, and I thought we’d all be heading ho, but then Duke told Alan and Gio to take the kids ho because he had sowhere to go with .
Of course both Shelly and Renny were not happy with the developnt, but when Duke told them Alan would be treating them to huge bowls of ice-cream, they literally climbed into their seats by themselves without further hesitation.
Alan took my car, since it had the twins seat installed in it while Duke and I used his own car.
At so point I must have fallen asleep in the car, because by the ti I opened my eyes, we were at the beach house where we spent our Christmas. Just the two of us.
"Duke what are we doing here? Do you even have the keys?" I ask as he leads
by my hand towards the front door.
"You can be quite funny sotis, dearest." He chuckles to himself.
"Well, isn’t it normal that I ask?" I shrug. "Where are we going now?" I ask as he doesn’t walk up tk the door, instead he’s walking around the house and pulling
along with him.
"To get the keys." He says as we reach the back of the house.
"Oh wow, the leaves are starting to show." I say as I see the many flower pots here with leaves that had dried up before are now showing green. The last ti we were here, the pots were full of snow and most of the leaves were non-existent.
Duke walks over to one of the pots, lifts it up and voilà, he pulls out a key.
"How do you know which vase has a key under? There are so many vases." I say to myself because I know I would really forget.
"It’s easy to rember darling, it’s the vase on the second column and third row."
Second column, third row. I chant it again and again in my head like I plan to co and raid this house all on my own soday.
"So why are we here?" I ask, now that I know he does have the key. "Duke?" I ask and he just replies with a smug on his face as we walk back to the front of the house and he unlocks the door and pulls
in.
"Duke, what are we doing here? Do you maybe want to get sothing from here?" I ask as he finally lets go of my hand but his response is him locking the door.
"Why are— whoop!! Haha—" I exclaim gleefully and laugh as he suddenly scoops
off the ground and into his arms. Okay, I’ll admit, maybe I kinda, sorta know why we’re here.
"Duke what are you doing?" I giggle as he begins to move with
in his arms.
"Isn’t it obvious?" He asks, in that oh so delicious manner. "I want to have you."
Oh gosh I’m blushing like an idiot as I bury my face into his neck in embarrassnt. "Then why did we have to co all the way here?" I talk into his shoulder.
"W_we could have do_done it at ho." I say with my face still buried in his neck and my arms wrapped firmly around his shoulders.
"You hold back your moans when there are others in the house, even though the room’s soundproofing is solid." He says, so he noticed. Well, it’s not like I can keep screaming when the twins are downstairs, with Giovanni or Alan in the house. It’s embarrassing.
I an, I know the soundproofing is solid, but I can’t help but wonder, what if it’s not as solid as we think?
"We could have gone to a nearby hotel, if that’s the case." I say with my face still hidden in his shoulder.
He opens a door and walks in with
still in his arms, gently he lays
down on the bed forcing
to look at his face.
Oh, I don’t need a mirror to tell that I am the color of a tomato right now. The heat I’m feeling on my face is enough to tell.
"Hotels, dearest," He purrs with his eyes looking straight into mine, then he leans in and places a kiss at the center of my collarbones, "don’t have the right atmosphere."
"Duke—"
"I’ve missed you." He croons into my neck, "You have no idea how hard it was for
to keep my hands off you." He kisses the line on which my necklace is.
"I_it couldn’t have been that hard." I say and he instantly brings his face in front of my own, I can see a wrinkle on his forehead and his eyes are squinted.
"You do know your words sound like gibberish right now." He says with such a serious expression that I can’t help but laugh and I wrap my hand around his neck and sigh.
"Do you really like
that much?" I ask and I see the wrinkles on his forehead instantly disappear as his gray eyes sowhat twinkles.
He leans in and kisses my forehead, "I love you that much and more."
"I’ve missed you too." I bite down on my bottom lip trying to hold back a smile. "So show , show
how much you love
Duke. I like it when you show it to ." It’s okay to give this much away. It’s okay, because it’s Duke and he’s given
so much more.
He leans in for a kiss, "But—" I stop him, "I think we should hit the shower first. I’m feeling kinda itchy."
Is what I said.
...
But a few monts later...
"Duke! That is not even a word!! What the heck is spion? That’s not even a real word!" I scream at him. This man is a big liar and a cheat.
"Well then, go on and check the dictionary to see if I’m wrong, but don’t forget if you do, and I’m right, you lose one turn... Again."
So here’s what happened...
After taking a bath, yes, we only bathed, of course it was a playful bath, but nothing serious happened in the bathroom. I was hungry and he offered to order sothing for us to eat so while waiting for the fried chicken he ordered, I asked that we play a ga of scrabble.
And so, we began the ga of scrabble, and even after our order ca we continued the ga while chewing on fried, sauced chicken.
So we’re seated on the ground, with the scrabble between us, a big bottle of coca-cola and a huge box of fried chicken, sipping coke and soiling the scrabble board and tiles with oil.
"I," I lick my fingers one after the other, "I can bet a billion that I currently don’t have, that spion, is not a word!" I say and lift the big bottle of coke with my hand and gulp down a good amount before placing it back down.
"Well then check the dictionary," He shrugs and picks up the bottle of coke with one hand, "it’s right next to you." He smirks as he takes it to his mouth and I click my tongue and return my attention to the board.
Spion is not a word. It can’t be a word, what the heck is spion? But I already missed two turns checking the dictionary for words I didn’t know existed. I an what the heck is GARN?! How is that even a word?! And PISMIRE, now tell
how is PISMIRE a word?!
I was so sure that PISMIRE and GARN were not words only for
to open the dictionary both tis and find out that they were actually words, just obsolete.
Now he’s looking so nonchalant and calm spelling Spion, and I am damn sure there is nothing like Spion in the dictionary just like I was damn sure there was no PISMIRE and GARN.
Ahhhh!!! This is torture! "Pagne, you’re wasting too much ti." He clicks his lips and picks up a chicken wing, "Decide on sothing." He says and I just eye him and then face the scrabble board again.
Wait, "You already had two chicken wings!!" I say.
"What?"
"This box," I tap on the box of chicken, "it contains two whole chickens! That ans four wings and four laps, you already had two wings, the other two belong to !" This wing thief!
"Wha—haha—What? Haha,"
"Drop it!" I say in a very fierce tone not caring about his charming laughing face. Why is this situation funny to him? "Duke, drop— that —wing!"
"Okay, okay, okay. I didn’t even know, I just picked it up." He says while still laughing and holding it.
"I don’t care, just drop my wing."
"Fine, I’ll drop it. I’m dropping it." He says and he’s doing slow motion with my wing and it’s really getting on my nerve.
"h! Make ." He says and all of a sudden he’s on his feet running with my wing!
I’m swelling, I’m puffing, I’m rising, I’m heaving, I’m steaming, and the lid has flown off my head, "DUKE! GET BACK HERE!!!"
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