Page 30 of Six Wishes

CHAPTER15

This won’t do

Van

I came to Chloe’s apartment this morning with the best of intentions, I swear. I got us some protein drinks and vegan muffins from the local health store, then headed to Chloe’s. The paper she wrote her address on will be in my middle console forever. I may even laminate it so that it doesn’t get worn out. Her left handed cursive writing is seriously turning me on. I think something may be wrong with my brain. Too many hits to the head in my career.

When she opened the door in just some crazy getup that she said it’s her sleeping outfit, but I don’t know it can qualify as clothing, my mind got short circuited some more. The whole conversation about her pussy being loose killed quite a few brain cells in my head. What the fuck was that anyway? I’ll never be able to understand women’s logic.

Now I look around her apartment and am a little overwhelmed with how messy it is.

“When did you move in here?” I see some boxes in a corner, so I hope she’ll tell me they’re from over this past weekend.

“Three weeks ago,” comes her answer from somewhere in her kitchen where she’s taking the muffins out of the bag I brought them in.

“What’s with all the boxes?” I walk around the room, then step into the hallway that leads to her bedroom. I peek in there, and I can’t believe how she’s got all her stuff strewn around. Maybe I rushed into this girlfriend-boyfriend thing a little too much.

“I’m so sorry,” I hear Chloe gasping behind me, catching me snooping. “I just… Uh…” She hops from one foot to the other, unsure of what to say. “I’m messy,” she finally lifts her shoulders in apology.

“Well, this won’t do, woman,” I give her a serious face. “How am I going to spend the night here? I’ll have a panic attack,” I spread out an arm to point at all the mess.

“I’m really sorry, Van, I’ll…”

“What do you have going on today?” I get straight to the point. I can’t be sitting around, or standing around for that matter, while I feel like the walls are closing in on me.

“Uh, I got a shift at Dog N’ Cats Are Us,” she starts chewing on her bottom lip. “I volunteer there.”

“Yeah?” I grin in approval. I’ve donated a lot of money to them over the years. I’m happy to see that so far we have this cause in common. “What time are you getting off?”

“Three-ish,” she shrugs like she’s not sure.

And now I got a plan. I clap my hands together and point her toward her bedroom. “Go get ready for that. I’ll be waiting here for you.”

“You mean when I get home from the shelter?” she looks confused.

“You betcha, baby,” I slap her on the ass, then propel her toward the bedroom.

As soon as she is out of my sight, I march to the kitchen. The muffins are sitting on a plate on the counter, and the drinks right next to it. I look around, trying to figure out if Chloe would be a coffee drinker. After some investigating, I don’t find a coffee maker, so I don’t have to worry about making her a cup before she takes off.

I open the dishwasher and find that it is full of clean dishes. I start taking them out and putting them away.

“Van?” Her voice hits my ears from somewhere behind me. “What are you doing?”

“Just helping a little,” I shrug like it’s no big deal while in my head making mental notes of everything that I need to do while she is at work.

“You don’t have to do any of this, Van,” she seems to be embarrassed, and now I feel bad. This was not my intention.

“I’m sorry.” I stop what I’m doing and walk to her. I pull her into a hug and kiss her on the forehead. “I have this thing where I obsess over things that are not in order. It’s me, I got issues,” I smile when I hear her chuckling. “I didn’t mean to offend you.”

“I understand,” she puts her head back and I kiss the tip of her nose. “Are you going to be here when I get back?”

“Nowhere I’d rather be, baby,” I reach down and squeeze her ass playfully. “We also need to talk about a few things. Now that you’re my woman,” I slap her hard and she yelps in fake distress. I could tell she liked it when I spanked her, and I need to remember that for any future activities.

With that, we head back to the kitchen where I hand her one of the protein shakes and one of the muffins which I put back in the bag I brought them in.

“Thank you, Van,” she gives me a couple of soft kisses before rushing out the door.

I wait until I see her driving out of the parking lot, then head back inside. The entire scene that we just played felt so domestic, I’m not sure what to think of it. One look around Chloe’s apartment and any thoughts of domestic bliss fly out the window.

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