My boyfriend's dad

"What movie should we watch?" Luke asks Chloe with a disinterested yawn. With his black hair and blue eyes, he is undoubtedly attractive, although he has the pale skin and soft limbs of a professional video game player.

Chloe opens her mouth to answer, but Luke just keeps going while fidgeting with the remote control. "I was thinking about the first movie in that car franchise that's been around for a few years. You know how much I love the explosions."

Chloe's lips purse.

Chloe and her boyfriend, Luke, spend almost all of their time at Luke's house. Chloe felt it makes no sense because she lives in an apartment with one roommate who's almost never home, so they would have a lot of privacy. On the other hand, Luke lives with his father who is always home, so they could be interrupted at any moment. Not that Chloe hates her boyfriend's dad, but still. What if he walks in while things are getting hot and heavy between her and Luke? That would be so embarrassing. At least she wants thought.

Yet tonight, they were at his dad's house

"I thought maybe we could watch something different tonight. Maybe something with more dialogue?" Chloe finally speaks.

Luke shrugs.

"Come on, babe, I've had a long week. I just want to unwind with some crazy stunts. I don't want to actually have to and you know the dialogue in these types of movies is bad anyways."

Chloe rolls her eyes. This is the reason they mostly argue. Luke lives asking for her opinion but ends up waving it aside. She feels that he only asks her as a courtesy, and not because her opinion really matters. She angrily crosses her arms over her chest and tries to keep a smile on her face because she doesn't want to get into it tonight.

"Why has it been a long week?" she asks in a placating tone. "Have you been competing a lot?"

Luke shakes his head.

"Nope, not this week. I did beat that game I've been playing, but I didn't do it live, and you know that doing it live is what counts. But practice makes perfect! I need to keep building up my skills so I can take the world by storm. It's all about finger strength and hand-eye coordination, you know?" he asks, flexing his digits to show her.

Chloe tried so hard to hide her sigh. She considers her boyfriend's job strange, but at least he has a job. Although he is yet to make any actual money playing video games, Chloe keeps encouraging him to branch out because maybe he could get some endorsements or even earn some ad revenue from starting a website, but Luke's adamant. He considers himself a "pure professional" and doing anything other than playing video games would be "selling out" and "untrue to his gift." To her, it's just called being stubborn.

"I'm sure your finger strength is pretty fine," she says a bit grudgingly. Chloe is trying to be supportive of Luke's passion, but it's really hard when she has to pay for almost all their dates. It's tough because she doesn't do that much waitressing at a diner, and she has a lot more bills than Luke, seeing that he still lives at home with his father.

Chloe keeps quiet as Luke flips on the car movie. As the opening scene begins, her heart sinks. She felt it was going to be really bad, seeing that the opening credits are obviously very cheap and could have been put together by a fifteen year-old nerd. Ugh.

Plus, she generally dislike these types of films because the plot is non-existent. But to her surprise, the movie improves as it goes along. Come to think of it, it's not that bad actually. She likes the sassy girlfriend, and certainly hope she gets her own car instead of always having to ride shotgun. But then Luke yawns and slings an arm about her shoulders.

"I'm hungry," Luke announces.

Chloe looks at the empty pizza box on the table. "Yes, but we just ate."

Saying 'we' was an overstatement because Luke practically devoured almost the entire pie by himself, citing his stress from work. Meanwhile, Chloe was lucky to grab two slices before the pizza was gone.

"Yeah, but I'm hungry again," Luke whines.

Chloe felt her temper rise. It was a long day at the diner, and she really did not wish to cater to one more demanding customer.

"Well, then, maybe you should go to the kitchen and get a snack. Your dad keeps the shelves well-stocked, and I swear I saw some chocolates from Switzerland in the back the last time I was here." Chloe replies.

After all, the Holts are rich. Julian is an attorney with a very successful practice, and as a result, he and his son eat well. In fact, they have a maid who does most of the grocery shopping, so they definitely have a full pantry. Meanwhile, Chloe mostly eats the free food from Harry's, which is pretty greasy and unhealthy, but beggars can't be choosers. She saves a lot by eating for free at the diner, and she was not about to overlook that gift.

Luke shoots her a harsh look. "You know how much I love this movie, Chloe. I don't know why you want me to get up to get a snack when I know you're not into this movie at all."

Chloe stares at him coldly.

"You can pause the movie. It's not like you're going to miss out on any crucial plot twists." she replies, getting angry already.

Luke scoffs. "Come on, Chloe. Let me watch my movie!" he demands. "How about you go into the kitchen and make us some popcorn? You're so good at it, being a waitress and all."

Chloe stares at him. Harry's doesn't serve popcorn, and she is a waitress, not a chef.

"Yeah, but I worked all week. I just got off a long shift, in fact." she replies, still glued to the chair.

"Yeah, but that's not really anything," Luke pouts. "I know that job is easy for you and you could do it with your eyes closed."

Chloe blows out a breath. Being a waitress comes easily to her because she is a good fit for the position. She likes interacting with customers, and she is good at taking orders and making sure people get their food on time. But still, that doesn't justify classifying her as a popcorn popper! She tries one last time to reason with her boyfriend, gritting her teeth.

"I'm a waitress, which means I'm on my feet all day when I'm at work. I don't just sit on the couch, and I'm tired today."

Luke merely shrugs, his eyes glued to the screen.

"If you stand all day, then you're used to it. You can stand by the microwave and make me some popcorn. Or better yet, I think we just got one of those Air-O-Matic Poppers. You know, that fancy machine where you pour whole kernels inside? Look around the cupboards," he instructs. "I know Maria hid it in there somewhere." he turns to face the screen.

Giving up, Chloe throws her hands up in the air. She is so tired of fighting, so she decided to make popcorn. She storms into the kitchen and yanks open the pantry door, but the Holts' pantry is like a Costco, it's so big. It's stocked to the ceiling with any type of food stuff you might need, and after a few minutes, she gave up trying to look for the Air-O-Matic, and decided to use the microwave.

Chloe grabs a pouch from the cupboard next to the refrigerator, disposing of the plastic wrap with a loud crinkle. Then, she throws the offensive snack into the microwave and hits the start. As the bag cooks, she leans against the counter and messes around on her phone.

Suddenly, a weird smell starts emanating from the microwave. She has forgotten about the popcorn as she was so focused on her phone and now the popcorn is burning! The entire downstairs is going to smell like smoke for weeks if she doesn't do something.

Scrambling, she stops the microwave, retrieves the steaming bag of microwavable popcorn and looks at it. It's hopeless. The edges of the bag are singed, and it smells terrible. Giving up, she throws the entire thing in the garbage. Glad that at least she didn't start a fire.

But then Luke storms in, his handsome features twisted with anger.

"What the fuck happened?"

Startled by his voice, she shivers a bit "I burned the popcorn," she explains.

"I was distracted by a really cool recipe I found on-line. But don't worry, I'll put a second bag in and keep an eye on it."

Unfortunately, Luke is too enraged to calm down.

"Seriously? I keep telling you to stay off the internet because you're always getting into dumb recipes. You never even end up making that shit! Plus, it's microwave popcorn, so what the fuck happened? Did you not use the timer or something?"

Chloe grits her teeth as anger rises in her chest.

"Yes, I did use the timer but your microwave must be really powerful. Trust me, the second bag will turn out fine. You can go back to watching the movie."

But Luke decides to be an ass.

"No, I'm here now. I need to make sure you don't screw things up again. God, I can't believe you fucked up popcorn. It's like the easiest thing in the world to make, Chloe, and I was doing it in third grade. What the fuck? Did you not graduate from elementary school or something?"

"Shut up," Chloe grits through her teeth, but Luke doesn't take the hint. He just tilts his nose in the air, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I don't like your attitude, Chloe. If you can't take criticism, then you're bound to fail in life. You're just going to be a waitress forever, instead of pulling yourself up by your bootstraps."

Chloe grits through her teeth again trying to warn Luke that he is about to cross a line, but Luke ignores her warning, his mouth going like a motor.

"I mean, you can't do anything right, not even the most simple of tasks. I don't get how you've survived life, much less gotten a job. You can't even make fucking popcorn! Does Harry's know of your nonchalance? I'm surprised they haven't fired your ass yet."

Chloe slams her fist down on the kitchen counter, ignoring the dull ache she felt on her wrist and glare daggers at Luke.

"Well, I'd rather be a waitress than a lazy, fake video game player. You've never won Luke. Not even one of those big stuffed animals they have at the carnival, much less an entire tournament." Chloe thunders.

Luke scowls.

"Fuck you, Chloe. How would you know? Maybe I've won some shit, but just never told you because you wouldn't appreciate the sacrifice and hard work it takes to be in my industry. You know what? You don't get it, and you'll never get it. Get the fuck out of my house. We're done."

Chloe swipes her arm across the kitchen counter and knocks over a salt shaker, which falls to the ground before shattering and spilling everywhere.

"You bitch!" Luke rages, spittle flying from his mouth. "Clean this up!"

She smiles nastily. "You told me to get out, so that's what I'm going to do. Maybe you can try cleaning up the mess yourself for once, asshole!"

They are both yelling now, but I don't care. Turning on her heel, Chloe storms out of the mansion, slamming the door behind her. She wondered what she saw. He thinks he's all that, but in fact, he's just a loser teenage boy who lives on his dad's money.

"Thank God we're broken up. Maybe it'll stick this time. Hell, I'm determined not to get back together with that piece of shit." She said to herself as she walked angrily to the parking lot.

Huffing with anger, she realises that she is too pissed to drive.

There's a bar just a few blocks away, so she walks instead, leaving her car parked in the driveway. The entire way, she continues to steam. She is still so mad about everything he said to her, and she wishes she had hit him because he deserves it. She clenched her fists and lowered her head before stepping into the darkened bar.

Not feeling cheery, Chloe just wants to get drunk, and wash the rest of the night away. The bar is packed since it's a Friday night, but that's not going to stop her, and she manages to find a stool at the end of the long wooden counter.

A bartender comes over and offers her a menu. He's cute enough, but being in a sour mood she didn't even smile. She just barks her drink order, and then adds, "Make it a double." knowing full well that she'll regret it in the morning, but right now, she just wants to ignore how mad she is at Luke and let the alcohol take away her problems.

Her stomach growls and she laughs sourly. Dang, life is so strange sometimes.

"Here's your drink," the bartender says. He gives her a quick grin of sympathy, and she grimaces back. It must be obvious how awful she felt.

"Thanks," she responds. She takes a long sip of her drink and the heat of the alcohol travels down her throat and into my stomach, warming her up.

"Can I get you anything else?" the bartender asks her.

"Actually, can I get chicken nachos, please?"

The cute bartender nods.

"Sure thing. They'll be out in a few."

"Thanks."

She smiles to herself sourly again, then she sighs. But are Luke and I really over? It's embarrassing to admit, but we seem to be locked into an ugly cycle: break up, make up, break up, make up. It's happened more times than I can count, and it's a little pathetic, come to think of it. Maybe we should stay broken up this time. Emotionally, it would be healthier for both of us, and hell, I'm twenty-two now. I don't want to be caught in this cycle forever. I want to find a real man who loves me, and who doesn't whine when I won't get up to serve him hand and foot." she murmured.

"Did you order the nachos?" a voice asks.

Chloe looks up startled from her now-empty drink and finds a woman standing in front of her.

It's Cassandra, a bartender who pulls a few shifts at the Hard Swallow. She's hard to miss with her vibrant, curly red hair and take-no-shit attitude.

"Yes, those are for me. Thank you."

She grins.

"No problem. Billy got busy so I'm taking over this end of the bar. Just let me know if you need anything else."

Chloe nods.

"Actually, can I get another drink? Malibu and pineapple juice, please. And a shot of tequila as well." Chloe said to Cassandra.

"Sure thing, dearie."

Cassandra fixes the drink and slides the shot in front of Chloe. She downs it without bothering with salt or lime and chase the tequila with a long sip of my mixed drink. that's strong. She didn't even have to ask Cassandra to pour her a double. She just did it on her own.

Chloe finishes her drink and a passing bartender quirks an eyebrow at me to ask if she wants another. But she merely shakes her head, and put out a few bills on the table. It's time to make-up with Luke. More than once, They have had frenzied sex after re-declaring their love for one another, but this time, she decided to settle for a gentle kiss if that's all he wants.

Chloe decides to apologize for the rude things she said and the screaming.

"I'll tell him that I'm going to be more supportive of his career, and he'll apologize to me for being such a jerk, too. It'll be fine." She murmurs to herself, playing the perfect little make up scene in her head.

With that, she picks up her purse, wave goodbye to Cassandra, and step out of the Hard Swallow.

Chloe made her way back to Luke's house. It was already dark and she almost get lost, but then she sees a huge shadow, and sure enough, it's the Holts' mansion.

Fumbling for the key, she let herself into the huge house. Luke gave her the key a few months back, so she had no qualms about letting herself in. The downstairs is dark but maybe everyone's already in bed, she thought. Then, she lock the door behind her and drops her purse on the floor without bothering to turn on the light in the foyer. Giggling, she kicks the bag to the side. Her shoes join it in a heap by the door because she was too tired to line them up nicely.

Hmm, where's Luke?

Probably in bed, she is feeling a little bit horny now.

"It must be the walk that did it to me," she said, trying to convince herself as to why she's feeling horny at the moment. "Or maybe, it's just the alcohol doing something to my system."

"Maybe I won't tell apologise to Luke, I can just show him. Oooh yeah. Make-up sex can be fun, even he isn't exactly a stallion in bed. At least he has a decent sized tool, even if he's not humongous." she speaks to herself, giggling as she finds her way to the stairs.

She puts her hand on the bannister and begin to creep up the stairs in the dark. For some reason, she could not stop giggling and she slaps her hand over her mouth to keep them from bubbling out. She was pretty sure Luke's Dad, Matthew was around, and she doesn't want to wake him up. As she gets to the top of the landing, a long hallway greets her. The Holts live in a mansion, so there are at least five or six bedrooms, plus an office that Luke's Dad, Matthew, uses. But Luke's room is easy to find. He's way at the back, last door on the left. Slowly, she creeps forward, one hand along the wall to make sure she doesn't bump into anything.

When she gets to Luke's room, it's dark and the door's shut tightly. Her plans were to slip under the covers beside him, and then the shenanigans will begin.

Slowly, her hand turns the knob and she slips inside. There's just a bit of moonlight coming through the sliver in the blinds, and she can see a man's enormous form lying on the bed. Giggling again, she strip off her clothes, her curves hot and ready, and climb onto the mattress next to him.

"Hi," she whispered. "Ready for some fun, big boy?" she asks, skimming one hand down that sculpted back. Wow. She doesn't remember Luke being that muscular, but the thickness feels good under her palm. She run her hand back up, marveling at the definition and feel of solid flesh. Then, she press a kiss to his shoulder. "Wake up," she purrs throatily. "I'm ready."

And with that, the best night of her life begins.

Chloe pressed a gentle kiss to that sculpted back, but then suddenly, everything changes. A muscular arm wraps around her torso and flips her around so that she is face first in the mattress.

"Fuck," a low growl sounds. "Are you sure you want this?"

Chloe pants a bit. Luke isn't so aggressive usually, but then again, we had a bad fight.

"Yes," she whispered softly. "I'm ready," she say while parting her thighs in invitation. He lets out another low growl, and she could feel those blue eyes roaming up and down her form hungrily. She waggles her ass to tease him and attempt to turn over, but one big hand presses her face into the mattress so that she can't move. Her breasts are smashed flat, and somehow, he's pinned her legs down so that she's deliciously entrapped.

"Oh baby girl," he rasps at the back of her. "How I've wanted to see you like this."

Chloe stills for a moment. "What is he talking about? Of course we've had sex before, but maybe he means this particular position. After all, Luke is a missionary type of guy and doesn't like to experiment, ever. They've only done doggie once or twice, and he didn't seem to enjoy it much.

But tonight, clearly everything is going out the window because Luke seem hungry. Chloe feels his big hands stroking her back, and then going lower to squeeze her buttocks. Then, he leans down to take a bite of her ass, and she yelp.

"Wha..?"

But Luke cuts her off.

"Meaty and juicy, just the way I like it," he growls throatily before pressing a kiss to the pink wetness between her legs. Oh god, that feels good! She let out a moan and lift her hips a bit, giving him better access. The man laughs deep in his throat and kisses her there again, enjoying her slick folds.

"Fuck baby girl, you taste so good," he croons. "Shit, I can't wait to get into this." Then, he slips his tongue into her pussy and she lets out a sharp cry.

"Oh god!"

"Yes," the man groans while lapping at her swollen pussy. "You like this don't you? Let go, sweetheart. Allow yourself to feel."

Chloe's gushing like a geyser now, and squirm in embarrassment. Luke doesn't usually let her get so aroused because he doesn't like things "so squishy" down there. He says it's dirty, yucky, and sticky, which means that she's usually just a six on the arousal scale.

But tonight, clearly, he's bent on making up for their cruel words to each other, or so, she thought. Luke slips his tongue inside her again, and her pussy pulses as she muffles her screams in the pillow.

"Yes!" she pants, twisting her nipples as he licks her clit and then taps her bottom hole with one finger.