A vacated affair!!! pt3
Title: A vacated affair
Author: EO4eva
Pairing: Mariska/Chris
Rating: M (just to be safe)
It took Chris a week to persuade his wife to take this vacation with Marish and Peter, but his anxiety was high as he packed the car up. He knew that his reasons for going were foolish, he even knew that he was naively playing with fire, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop. Thoughts were flooding through his mind, thoughts he knew he had no right to think.
Eventually, Chris called Doris and the children to the car. They were ready to go.
Doris was in a mood when she climbed in beside her husband, and Chris said nothing to her as he headed off to the beach house, their two children strapped securely in the backseat. Chris knew he was being a jerk, but frankly, he didn’t care. His mind was on seeing Marish, and for now that’s all he cared about.
Sophia and Dante argued over who was cheating as they played eye-spy.
“DAD…” Dante groaned. “Soph’s cheating.”
“Nuh-hu dad, Dante was.”
“Quietly,” Chris warned. He had a headache. Chris was seeing flashes of his co-star in his head. She was a beautiful woman; he’d always thought so, but never had he seen her as anything more than his best friend, his colleague, his confidant, until now… now he couldn’t seem to see her as anything else BUT beautiful, and slightly within his reach.
He imagined she’d slap his face if he dared make a move. She’d tell him he was being crazy, and he needed to think about his wife and children. He knew that.
“DAD!” the high-pitch squealing jolted Chris from his concentration, and he jumped in alarm.
He pulled the car over to the side of the road, trembling with anger. “DAMN IT!” he roared. “ENOUGH! One more word out of either of you, and I’m going to let you out of the car…” he threatened. The threat was empty, he knew, but it worked. The children seemed to recoil back into their seats.
Chris was not mad at them, he was frustrated with himself.
No more than a minute after he started the drive again, did Doris turn on him. “They don’t need to be treated that way… they’ve been stuck in a car long enough and-”
“I know,” he snapped.
“So apologize!” she demanded.
Chris shot her a warning look. “Don’t start!”
Doris rolled her eyes and looked out the window. She remained that way the rest of the ride to the beach house.
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Above her head, Marish watched as the sheet began to lower to the bed, and settled neatly across the mattress. She was making up the spare room; killing time, until Chris and his family arrived. The sooner the better, she thought silently.
“Mommy,” August called from the doorway.
She looked up and smiled.
“Are Sophie and Dante here yet?” he asked.
“Not yet, sweetie…” she answered. “Soon,”
August dropped his mouth into a frown, and turned on his heels, retracing his footsteps back to the living room.
Marish finished making the bed, and put fresh flowers by the bedside dresser, as she thought about Doris. She was a nice woman, extremely tolerable of Chris and his unnecessary hours, she looked after their two children and when they holidayed together at the beach house, she never complained. She was patient, and for that alone, Marish admired her.
She was riding on the hope that the moment Marish saw Chris’ wife, the thoughts in her head would be controlled. Reality would strike home, and she’d remember that the man belonged to someone else. It was ridiculous that after so many years she would be thinking of him this way. He did NOT belong to her.
“THEY’RE HERE! They’re here!” August shouted from the other room.
Instantly, Marish’s heart quickened. He was here! Checking herself in the mirror, she fixed her hair and took a deep breath. Both Chris and Marish were out of their comfort zone, it was harder to stay focused.
Marish stepped out into the kitchen to greet them.
Don’t you HATE mini-cliff-hangers. I class this as one, but I’m not really a cliff-hanger kind of person. Please R&R again… I know, drama, drama, drama. Lol.
Author: EO4eva
Pairing: Mariska/Chris
Rating: M (just to be safe)
It took Chris a week to persuade his wife to take this vacation with Marish and Peter, but his anxiety was high as he packed the car up. He knew that his reasons for going were foolish, he even knew that he was naively playing with fire, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop. Thoughts were flooding through his mind, thoughts he knew he had no right to think.
Eventually, Chris called Doris and the children to the car. They were ready to go.
Doris was in a mood when she climbed in beside her husband, and Chris said nothing to her as he headed off to the beach house, their two children strapped securely in the backseat. Chris knew he was being a jerk, but frankly, he didn’t care. His mind was on seeing Marish, and for now that’s all he cared about.
Sophia and Dante argued over who was cheating as they played eye-spy.
“DAD…” Dante groaned. “Soph’s cheating.”
“Nuh-hu dad, Dante was.”
“Quietly,” Chris warned. He had a headache. Chris was seeing flashes of his co-star in his head. She was a beautiful woman; he’d always thought so, but never had he seen her as anything more than his best friend, his colleague, his confidant, until now… now he couldn’t seem to see her as anything else BUT beautiful, and slightly within his reach.
He imagined she’d slap his face if he dared make a move. She’d tell him he was being crazy, and he needed to think about his wife and children. He knew that.
“DAD!” the high-pitch squealing jolted Chris from his concentration, and he jumped in alarm.
He pulled the car over to the side of the road, trembling with anger. “DAMN IT!” he roared. “ENOUGH! One more word out of either of you, and I’m going to let you out of the car…” he threatened. The threat was empty, he knew, but it worked. The children seemed to recoil back into their seats.
Chris was not mad at them, he was frustrated with himself.
No more than a minute after he started the drive again, did Doris turn on him. “They don’t need to be treated that way… they’ve been stuck in a car long enough and-”
“I know,” he snapped.
“So apologize!” she demanded.
Chris shot her a warning look. “Don’t start!”
Doris rolled her eyes and looked out the window. She remained that way the rest of the ride to the beach house.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Above her head, Marish watched as the sheet began to lower to the bed, and settled neatly across the mattress. She was making up the spare room; killing time, until Chris and his family arrived. The sooner the better, she thought silently.
“Mommy,” August called from the doorway.
She looked up and smiled.
“Are Sophie and Dante here yet?” he asked.
“Not yet, sweetie…” she answered. “Soon,”
August dropped his mouth into a frown, and turned on his heels, retracing his footsteps back to the living room.
Marish finished making the bed, and put fresh flowers by the bedside dresser, as she thought about Doris. She was a nice woman, extremely tolerable of Chris and his unnecessary hours, she looked after their two children and when they holidayed together at the beach house, she never complained. She was patient, and for that alone, Marish admired her.
She was riding on the hope that the moment Marish saw Chris’ wife, the thoughts in her head would be controlled. Reality would strike home, and she’d remember that the man belonged to someone else. It was ridiculous that after so many years she would be thinking of him this way. He did NOT belong to her.
“THEY’RE HERE! They’re here!” August shouted from the other room.
Instantly, Marish’s heart quickened. He was here! Checking herself in the mirror, she fixed her hair and took a deep breath. Both Chris and Marish were out of their comfort zone, it was harder to stay focused.
Marish stepped out into the kitchen to greet them.
Don’t you HATE mini-cliff-hangers. I class this as one, but I’m not really a cliff-hanger kind of person. Please R&R again… I know, drama, drama, drama. Lol.