FreeGoodNovelFuck: You Owe Me: 28 When Laura heard the words, they didn't instantly register. She didn't understand. Who didn't want who knowing about what blowjob? Then she looked at Chris, saw that his eyes were closed and he was biting his lip. When he opened them and looked at her, she suddenly knew the rest of the night was going to suck.
"What's she mean?" she asked timidly.
She was hoping at least for a denial. That would hold off the panic crawling up her spine a few seconds more. But he didn't deny it.
"Laura, I'm so sorry." That was all he said.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe shook her head. "No. You didn't. You couldn't." She continued shaking her head. "Not now." A voice whispered in her head: Yes. He did. He could.
Without thinking, her hand reached over the side of the hot tub and grabbed her sweater. She stood and covered herself, tip-toeing out of the hot tub and across the bitter cold of the patio. She was in shock, barely even aware of Becky watching.
She heard Chris get out of the hot tub after her. "Laura!" he called, but she was already through the padoors. "Laura, wait." But she didn't wait. She was shivering, almost painfully, and wrapped the sweater around her shoulders as tightly as she could. She made it to the downstairs bathroom, and slammed the door shut behind her. Leaning against it for support.
She locked the door just as she felt him grab the handle, and there was a spark through her hand.
"Laura," he said, muffled from the other side. "Please open the door." She stared at the floor, willing herself not to cry, but already the tears were flowing.
"Laura?" Her bottom lip trembled.
"C'mon, Laura, this is crazy. You lock yourself in the bathroom?" She'd had it. She was about to start sobbing, but couldn't bear the idea of him hearing her. Not now. She needed absolute alone. So she turned on the shower.
The second the sound of the spray filled the bathroom, she let the dam burst. The sweater fell from her arms to the floor, and she curled up under the hot stream of the shower.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Chris was beyond pissed. Bearing down on Becky he wanted to swing at her. He wanted to knock her fucking lights out.
She saw it and started backing away. "Me? You're the one fucking your step-sister!" "Exactly!" he barked. "Step- sister. Not related. Not blood. Not wrong! So what is your fucking problem!" He backed her up against the wood siding of the house and hit it with his hands, trapping her between his arms. They were under the overhang of the porch, in the shadows. He hung over her, inches away, breathing hard, his eyes burning through her retinas. Her eyes shifted from his.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe remembered earlier thinking how confident she was. He didn't think that anymore.
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, you're scaring me," she said quietly.
"I don't give a fuck!" Chris literally felt himself seething with hatred for this girl. A hot vein of iron ran through his arms as he strained against the side of the house. Maybe if he pushed hard enough, he could tear down the goddamn wall. "I don't give two shits how scared you are, Becky. You just costthe most perfect in my life." She seemed to wince at this but recovered quickly. "You did that when you letgo down on you."
She was right. He knew it. He'd fucked up. And now he was looking for a way to deflect the blfrom himself. His psyche wasn't ready to En accept that responsibility. He clenched his jaw and there was a moment of silence between them. She had to look away again. "What's going on, Beck?" he asked, more controlled. But there was still an edge to his voice. "You said it was sex.
You said it wasn't even sex, it was nothing." "I didn't say it was nothing," she bit back quickly. "I never said that."
"You need to hear one thing very clearly," he said. "What we did has now becthe biggest mistake I've ever made Because I love her." And as he said it, he at last realized it was true. "Get your fucking jealousy under control. It might be with the rest of your clothes in Simon's room." Becky's eyes shot up to his suddenly, and that's when she remembered. She'd been so shocked when she saw the two of them in the hot tub that she'd forgotten she was wearing Simon's shirt. "Chris, it's not.." Her eyes started to water and she looked away.
"No!" Chris punched the wall, scaring her back to his eyes. "Not in front of me," he growled. And with considerable effort, he was finally able to let go of the wall, stepping away from her and going back inside.
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