Date Night: Part IV
I apologize for the wait. I took a lazy weekend for my birthday and figured that I’d wrap up my birthday with the Chronicle. I didn’t anticipate my computer kicking me off for an update or that update crashing my computer for a bit. But after an hour, a near breakdown, and clicking a lot of buttons and saying a lot of prayers, I’m happy to say my computer is once again alive 🙂
This is shorter than I would have liked, but I’ll make up for that next week.
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“I can’t do this,” Zoe said, shaking her head helplessly as her grip tightened on her seatbelt while she watched Trevor, looking incredibly handsome in his suit, walk around the truck to open her door as she prayed for a miracle. A few seconds later he reached her door and her shoulders slumped in defeat as she resigned herself to another night watching every woman within a twenty-foot radius coming onto her husband.
“You look beautiful, baby,” the incredibly handsome man that she loved more than anything, but was most likely going to have to maim to get out of this, said as he opened the door.
For a moment, she briefly considered faking her own death to get out of this, but since that hadn’t worked the last time she’d tried it she decided that it was time to offer him the one thing that was guaranteed to get her out of the night of pure hell awaiting her.
She was going to have to offer to do all those things that she knew he loved and offer to do them twice. Not that she had a problem with that, because she didn’t. It was just that she’d been planning on using sex to get out of watching spring training highlights in a few months and she knew better than to overplay her hand, especially if she wanted to-
“No,” he said, leaning in and pressed a quick kiss to her lips as he unbuckled her seatbelt.
“It will be fine,” he promised her when they both knew no such thing.
“Would it help if I offered to do that thing with my tongue that you like so much?” she asked, sounding hopeful as he helped her out of the truck.
“What about if I offered to-”
“You’re not getting out of this,” he said, taking her hand into his before she could make a run for it and led her towards the double French doors and another night of being reminded that she’d married a man out of her league.