Shouldn't Have Kissed You

Chris finished the target of his day that day late. It's been one week since the reconciliation he had been trying to balance work and family. Family, that word alone made him smile. He had a family, yes, his Maya's and the only thing that was missing in that family was kids that looked like him or Maya.

If anything he wanted their daughters to look like their mother and sons to look like him but inherit their mother's green eyes. And they they would be a complete family. A happy one since it would be a football team players in that mansion.

Of he didn't need one kid or two at that matter like everyone else is doing out there. He wanted to be like his ancestors. The one who thought that having many kids was counted to be rich. That's what he wanted to be rich. Not in money wise but rich in heart.

Rich for having a full house and that would be possible if he won Maya up within less than seven months now. He still loved Kimberly to be fair to himself and everyone around him. One doesn't fall out of love within an over night but still he felt something different for Maya.

Something that could make them leave happily ever after if there was that. He didn't believe in that himself. To him, it's just a way of avoiding to make a story long that it supposed to be and that happily ever after is where true disasters occur. Come to think of it.

If there are ever after would people get divorced after getting married? Would a mother abandon their own flesh and blood? Would relatives treat each other like dirt or strangers? Would people bury their loved ones because they were killed? That's why their wasn't happy after for him. He didn't believe in it and neither was he going to do that.

Chris closed his book after going through it for the past ten minutes. He wanted everything to be perfect for that day. The day that he would hand over the gift. He pushed his chair back and pulled his coat away from his seat. He had less than twenty minutes to get home and make dinner like he has been doing for the past one week. That's how he knew he would get time to spend with Maya.

His wife was always busy with her work and he if he didn't come up with ideas of how to spend time with her then he would find seven months are over and they're getting a divorce. And he didn't want to regret never giving it a try.

So that's why he made sure he did everything before six in his office and went home to get started with the cooking. He still knew nothing about her favourite dessert. So he bought or prepared any dessert that he knew apart from chocolate ice cream. Some of them she made disgusting face when she took them in her mouth and others she had no reaction and when he asked she would only say they're okay. As for the rest, she moaned the moment she took them in and that would bother him way too much and also excite him at the same time. But none was her favourite or maybe she didn't want him to know yet.

Chris walked to the elevator and he thanked his luck stars that he had made it to the elevator without running into Wesley. But that bubble was busted out when the elevator doors opened again and in walked the devil that had then taken over his thoughts.

Of course Wesley being the best friend of the year, he had a mischievous grin but said nothing. And Chris being Chris, he preferred to say nothing unless asked anything.

"So," of course he wouldn't have lasted that long. They're now walking on the lobby. "When are the clothes going to be ready. Remember that we've only next week and we still have no measures to use."

Chris let out a breath that he had no idea that he was holding. He thought Wesley will go about his daily bread of teasing him every chance he got. Telling him how much in love he was with the lass of which was no true. Yes he was in love but with a different woman whom he hadn't see since the incident that took place at the restaurant and he was happy. Was he being unfair?

"The couple said that they'll come in tomorrow." Chris said standing besides his jeep. "As well as the maids of honour. But I'm done with different scratching which they'll chose from."

That's what he had been doing for the past one week and he was trying. It wasn't easy with a beautiful woman in his mind but again she gave him inspiration. The ironic part was him calling her beautiful when only few months ago he had called her ugly. The ugliest thing he had ever seen which was a lie since he desired her the moment he set his eyes on her. That was a way to prove to himself that he didn't need her. That he could function well without her but now he was seeing things more clearly.

Clearly to know that he feelings for her. Clearly enough for him to feel jealous of another guy who knew everything about her when he knew nothing yet. And to add salt to the wound, he called her every morning just to be the first one to say morning to her. And what pissed him more was that he still had no her number and Wesley refused to give it to him. In fact, he wouldn't even let him touch his phone thinking he is going to get it.

"I've to run," Wesley said walking to his car. "I've a date with this amazing girl I met the other day and to be honest, I want to be laid. Go and cook for that love of mine but please, take her out once in a while, who knows, she might be tired of eating that crap of yours."

Of course he was shouting for everyone around them to hear. Chris wanted to say something back but Wesley was already driving out of the parking lot. Maya loved his food. She moaned it out and she always compliment it once they're done but as always he had a point. He had to take her out once in a while.

the jeep and drove off. Now he had less that five minutes to get home and get in the kitchen. Which was impossible to

Maya wearing her sneakers. And everything went sour with her outburst. Of course it did hurt him that she compared

him that he forgot too but he couldn't balance everything. He had to finish the scratch today itself and he also had to arrive home early to make dinner for them. He was no lady to remember everything. Like every kids birthdays and at the same time work all day. He couldn't multitask and here it's the evidence. His wife leaving him without allowing him to give his reasons for forgetting. At least she

than seven months. One week later and it felt like she had made a wrong decision. At least that's what

is make dinner for them. Maya would bring her friend home and she would introduce them and they would eat together then he would give her one of the guest room and everyone

so much love and by the time he was done hours had gone by. He

took his phone to look at the time and to his surprise, it was almost ten and Maya wasn't back. To console himself he came up with every idea that he had. Like maybe she was stuck

a message from Maya saying that they're running late but he was wrong. It was a photo from Wesley and before he could even click it, he knew that it was Wesley's date that

at all. It was Maya and Mr. Ambrose laughing their lungs out but they weren't alone. They're

took his change. His change to be the night in shining armour. When he, he was sitting home waiting for his wife to come back

poured himself a glass of whiskey. He downed all of it and poured himself another and he did the same. Then he poured himself another but this he didn't take it in that rate. He carried it to the sitting room and sat on the couch. He needed to be sober when he apologised to her the moment she got home. Home to him and not

That thought had him taking a large sip of his

thing he knew was someone was waking him up. Of course he answered like any other half drunk person would or

you're supposed to. Then he didn't know what he was saying until he had her say he should get off of him since he was heavy? No those weren't her word. She called him something else. Chris just smiled and looked and her face and her full lips. They're tempting him and he was getting hot all over his

her lips to his. To feel those soft lips on his and who knows, he would be a dad within an over night since he would use no protection with

pushed to the side and he fell on the hard floor. He wanted to

He said moving towards her. "Why won't you let me kiss you?"

to him, "you're drunk and

I love your full

which noticed

now." She leaned down to help him stand on his feet. "Let's get you to bed

change to hold he waist firm so she won't get off of him. She felt good in his arms and she did fit him well. It's like

to drink?" She asked trying to get off of him but he wouldn't

didn't demonstrate

lemme go." She still fought to get free. "We still

did you not come home when you fetched your friend?"

sound hurt when he asked her that but he did. His emotions betrayed him in the worse way than they could. She looked away as if looking for an answer to give but instead

on

since he felt her heat even from the distance they're

her gaze. "Remind me to build

his humour and got him

I also get tired climbing

But not straight, he had to be tips. When they got to their flow, he missed his room