Natalie
I wonderif anyone has gotten deep penetrating back shots while eating a plate of lasagna.Probably not…too messy. Now, if it were something easier to swallow, pun intended, like ice cream, then we’d be in business. Imagine being bent over the kitchen table with your favorite bowl of ice cream. You’re seconds away from having sweet, creamy flavors burst on your tongue when a big dick thrusts inside of you. Dick in one end, ice cream in the other. Yes, please.
I sighed as I looked down at my dinner plate. Instead of a nice helping of cookies and cream, I got bland-ass lasagna that Lawrence made. How he managed to screw up this dish wasbeyond me. It was our turn to host the monthly family dinner with our parents, and unfortunately, the food was already done when I arrived. My mama would know this wasn’t my cooking. Not to brag, but I knew my way around the kitchen.
However, my knowledge of how to make things shake with ingredients didn’t matter when it came to Lawrence’s mom. She would swear up and down that I needed cooking lessons because my food would be ‘too spicy’ or I was ‘too heavy handed on the seasoning’. In her eyes, I didn’t know how to cook to appease others and tonight was the ammo she needed to continue that narrative. Of course, I wouldn’t be surprised, since her favorite pastime was belittling or humiliating me.
A sharp buzz on my lap caused me to jump slightly. Shaking away my irritation, I grabbed my phone off my lap, which I had hidden under the napkin. My mama didn’t allow distractions at the table. It didn’t matter whose house she was dining at or how old you were; dinner time was family time.
Taking a peek, I noticed one of my friends, Amanda, had texted our group chat. I took a few more seconds to review the message when envy suddenly flooded my core. Here I was stuck sitting next to my piece of shit fiancé and his uptight ass mama while my two friends took selfies at our favorite bar in town. What I’d give to ditch this place instead of pretending that everything was sunshine and rainbows.
“Smile. Your lips are slipping into a frown,” Lawrence whispered in my ear.
“Tell your mom her wig is slippin',” I whispered back. “I mean, look at it, one more head shake from all of that fake ass laughing, it’ll fall into her plate.”
Lawrence’s jaw ticked as he briefly glared at me. “Look, we simply have to suffer for one more hour, and then we can part ways until next month. Until then, get it together before youdraw unwanted attention. You know both our moms will be able to sniff out if something is wrong between us.”
I inwardly rolled my eyes. As much as I wanted to punch him in his smug face, I knew he was right. My mom had a knack for sensing trouble. Ever since I was a little girl, she knew when something was wrong with me. Thankfully, I’ve mastered my poker face over the years. I had been lying to her for months now, and she hadn’t suspected a thing.
On the other hand, Lawrence’s mom was too self-absorbed to acknowledge anyone else’s feelings, but she loved pointing out flaws. If she knew that her son and I were technically not together anymore, she’d spread gossip, somehow blaming it all on me. Then, she’d badger me until she learned the full truth. I didn’t want to deal with either problem.
Gripping my fork, I plastered on a sugary sweet smile and nodded. “Of course, babe.”
Leaning down, Lawrence pecked my lips, and it took everything in me not to gag. I stomped on his foot under the table before taking a long sip out of my wineglass. I heard him hiss under his breath before he turned to face my father, talking about another wild adventure they had at my dad’s country club. Lawrence’s dad was too busy to show up. Like always.
Shifting in my seat, I returned my attention to my mother and my ex-future mother-in-law, who were gushing over wedding decorations. Eight months ago, I would’ve been smack in the middle of the conversation and showing them all the ideas I wanted for the wedding. Eight months ago, when I agreed to this foolish plan to pretend my ex-fiancé was still active in my life, I hoped that we’d make amends and get back together.
Unfortunately, Lawrence ruined that. He ruined everything, and I couldn’t be happier. All I needed was to lie a little longer, and then I was free.
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Natalie
8 Months Ago
I’m a control freak.Well, that’s what my friends and fiancé say, but that was a bit extreme. So what, I closed the store almost two hours ago and was still here submitting the last bit of expense reports for the month instead of letting someone else handle it. Okay, maybe I submerge myself in work, but it’s all for a good cause. Should I learn how to delegate? Eh, I guess, but I didn’t trust anybody else to get the work done correctly. The one time I allowed my fiancé to assist with bookkeeping and administrative tasks, he forgot about ordering supplies for ourback stock, causing all of our online orders to be late. After that fiasco, I have kept my hands, and only my hands, on all paperwork and orders.
With that said, should I be home underneath my fiancé with my knees touching my forehead? Yes. Fuck yes! I was thirty-two, ovulating, and wetter than the Pacific Ocean. I was ready to get put through the mattress at least twice tonight.
“Natalie, focus!” I said to myself, shaking my head.
My fiancé and I had started up L&N’s candle and body butter shop together last year after taking a few classes together. We wanted to try something different for one of our date nights and fell in love with the crafts. I, with body butter making, and Lawrence with candle crafting. Granted, I wanted our shop to be a body butter and book store, but I compromised with candles. Lawrence molded some really nice candles, so it only made sense to go that route. At the end of the day, as long as we were doing this together, it was fine with me.
Checking my watch, I noticed it was merely past seven in the evening. Lawrence had left a few hours ago to work out and get dinner started. I was the last one in the office since our shop closed at five. I could have left, but I wanted to have everything in order so that we remained ahead.
In my opinion, that was the main reason we stood out from our competitors. I had content marketing videos, promotional deals, and posts scheduled up to two months in advance. Never slacking on research, I had fresh scents in different stages of their prototypes while having sponsors lined up to test them out. We were making a great profit, but to me, that wasn’t an excuse to slack off.
After submitting the reports, I double-checked that all our customers had received their email confirmations for their shipments. I smiled when I realized everything was in order, causing me to exhale a breath of relief. See, staying a fewhours after work would make a vast difference to tomorrow’s productivity. Nothing wrong with going above and beyond to get your work done. If that meant missing out on some fun activities, so be it. I would take the title of ‘control freak’ if that meant my fiancé, and I had a successful business.
Finally satisfied with my work, I started packing up my belongings. I tucked my phone between my ear and shoulder, calling Lawrence. He was used to me staying a little after closing, but I had never stayed this late. I had become obsessed with keeping our business relevant. Thankfully, he didn’t mind it too much. I needed to learn to be mindful of the time, especially with Lawrence waiting for me to eat dinner together, since we never ate alone.
I heard the line ring once, but then it became silent.
“What?”
Looking at my phone, I cursed under my breath when I realized it had died. I always forgot to charge it, especially when I was in the zone at work. Huffing out a breath of annoyance, I rummaged through my purse for my backup charger. After a few minutes, I gave up. There wasn’t really a point since I was already heading home.
I placed the random items back into my purse and threw the strap over my shoulder. Before heading out of the office, I couldn’t help but notice the picture of Lawrence I had on my desk. A smile crept over my face as I picked up the frame and reminisced. We were on our third date, and Lawrence had signed us up for cooking classes. Granted, I already knew how to cook, but it was still fun.
