7: Dinner Gone Wrong
1366 Words
Lisa's POV.
"Dax would be coming over for dinner," My eyes were still closed, trying to adjust to the morning sun that sipped in through the crack of the blind.
"Hm?" I needed her to repeat that in case I heard wrongly.
"Dax would be coming over for dinner by 8:30." I squinted my eyes to look at him. Today would indeed be the worst amongst the pile of bad days I'd been having.
My hands pinched the space between my brows before moving down to pick out the dirt in my eyes.
"Why?" I asked, shuffling out of bed.
"There is no reason for that. He's your fiance and can stop by any time." Was his reply, but it just didn't sit right with me. Dax being around for the rest of the night with Xander around. It was a call for trouble since all he's been yamming about vehemently being against my marriage with him.
My fingers tugged on the strands and tucked them behind an ear, I didn't want him around me anymore. Like I stated, things had changed between us, and I didn't want to be around him like before.
I slumped back in bed and groaned loudly. This wasn't how I planned the day to go by.
"Lisa, darling?" Xander’s mom peeked her head, her soft voice echoed in the room.
"I would love it if you helped me in the kitchen. It is quite a lot of feast for dinner," she cackled her silly joke.
"Sure," I draped a silk robe over the night dress and rushed down the stairs.
It was another round of torture for me, Xander hung around shirtless as usual, and I had to get my lips damp every time.
"Hey," he settled on the cushion while I grilled the steak.
"What do you want this time?" I was being stern cause this is me standing on my resolve that I would get over him and the little crush I had for him.
"You," Xander just didn't know the effect of his word on me, did he?
"Is that so much to ask for?" He was sipping on wine and chewing on honey cookies I had made earlier for his mother.
"These are nice, by the way," there was nothing to talk to him about, so I paid more attention to the steak.
"Are we doing this now, Lisa?" He was behind me, towering effortlessly, which made heat to build from my mounds down to my thighs and then found its way to my cheeks.
"Get away from me," Xander was doing the most, and the more he pushed, the more bricks that fell from the wall I had built around myself overnight.
I gulped my saliva when his fingers slipped underneath my dress and grazed my thighs. It took everything in me to swallow down an embarrass whine as I shoved him away.
"Stop it," I whispered as my eyes frantically darted around, making sure no one peeked at us.
I stumbled back to the grill and tried to put myself together cause I was back to feeling like a puddle, my traitorous body craved that warmth his hands gave me. I wished it would be there forever, to soothe me and make me feel like never before.
Recalling the contact we had over and over again as I stood in the shower. I wanted to relive that moment for the rest of my life, and in my depraved mind, I wished something more had happened.
Wished he had whisked my skirt open and bend me over that flour caked table before proceeding to do lewd things to me…
The pad of my thumb rubbed my hard n*****s, and the water dripped down my body, which made my body moist enough for me to squeeze and rub. I tilted my head and imagined all the dirty things Xander could do to me. My other hand held the rack as I pushed my middle finger into my folds.
He was going to be the end of me.
Heavy breath and eyes shut, my fingers pleasured me with thoughts of him pinning me to the bed and taking him completely in countless positions…
My teeth dug into the lower lips to stop myself from being so loud, one more stroke, and the juices spilt on my fingers.
It would have been better if it were the cap of his c**k.
I sighed and washed up.
The dress I had picked out looked just perfect enough to sweep him off. I know I'm being pathetic, wanting his attention after literally telling him the complete opposite over and over again, coupled with the fact that my fiancé was gonna be present tonight as well… and yet, here I am, picking out a dress with the mindset of catching all of Xander’s attention with it.
Pathetic Lisa.
Twirling before the mirror to see the back of the dress that was cut open with two ropes coming across so it won't look so obvious that I was dressed like a 'slut'. He had once called me that after all and my mind soured at that memory but I shoved that thought away.
I smacked my lips to match both the upper and lower lips with the thick shade of purple lipstick, liner, and blush to my cheeks, and I was good to go.
Another twirl just to be sure I looked perfect to be snatched.
A bit nervous, yes, but I didn't mind that either. My focus was getting his attention, and thankfully, his girlfriend was tagging along.
She’s gonna be present, but his attention would be on me.
As it should.
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"Hey," I took the spot close to Dax and across Xander.
The glint in his eyes wasn't a good one, and I knew what it meant. His eyes raked over my body, and his gaze was searing. My pulse raced and my insides fluttered, proving that indeed, I liked having his attention on me so much.
"How are you?" Dax murmured and I tore my gaze from Xander’s and tugged Dax for a light kiss instead of a response.
"It's nice having you here again, Dax." Father addressed while I dished food for him.
"It would forever be a pleasure, Sire."
They were getting along in bits, and I could deal with that. It was better than the last time Dax came around.
"How has work been?" The conversation was light, leaving I and Xander to dwell in each other's gaze.
"It has been..."
"Crazy?" Xander chimed in.
This wasn't the right time, if only things could just go my way. I sent him a glare, but he was clearly engrossed in making this gathering hell for Dax with that look in his eyes. It was difficult to catch the words they threw at each other cause things sped up so fast that even I couldn't catch a hold of them.
My eyes darted from Dax to Xander and then to father who just sat mute, and my step-mother patted his shoulder, but he shrugged it off every time she did and gave her a reassuring smile each time.
Their chairs had scrapped against the tile, and my heart paced in my chest when they stood in front of each other. Father shouldn't have made Dax be here tonight. It would have been a peaceful family dinner without his presence.
"I want you to stay away from Lisa," Xander argued, but Dax fisted him in the cheek after Xander’s warning, one which Xander returned in ten folds.
"Please stop," my eyes welled as I tried to fix myself in between them.
"Xander," I yelled until he dawdled his gaze away from Dax to me. They softened the very minute his eyes were on me.
"Stop it," I could feel the veins pop out on my forehead.
Before I could make another move, I felt Dax grip around my wrist and drag me out of the room.
"Look at how much disgrace you have labelled on me, hm?"
"w***e," he kept on with the insults while I just stood there with tears rolled down my cheeks.
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