Bound, Chalen D. [notion reading list txt] 📗

murder the jewels.”

Morgan’s eyes traveled downward without her permission.

“I need a ride please.”

She did everything but literally kick Carson in the butt to get him out of her apartment. She quickly took a shower, took her pill and hurried to the office. She had five advice quests to answer, and she answered them with ease. Martie knocked on her door and poked in his head.

“If you’re taking me to another funeral it’s a no.”

He began to close the door and She suddenly felt bad.

“Wait!” She called.

He opened the door and He slowly began to grin.

“I’ll go but I’m leaving my purse in the car this time.”

“Deal.” He nodded.

“And before you drop me off you’re going to buy me a little bottle of Lysol.”

“Done. Come on. They say his wife did him in.”

She quickly grabbed her purse and hurried after him. “Poison?”

“Knife they say. Maybe a little bit of poison.”

After the funeral Martie bought her lunch and the little can of Lysol. He also needed help with shopping for a new bathroom set. Morgan hated shopping for house things with Martie. He was worse than her. After two hours he finally dropped her off at the office. Her feet hurt from the flip flops and she was still tired. She always felt tired.

It was so hard for her to sleep. Grateful she opened her door and stepped inside. She dropped her bag on the floor. This wasn’t her house. The old T.v was gone replaced by a slim flat screen. The ugly plaid couch that Mason put in the back of his truck and surprised her with was now a Victorian style cream. The Old card table she used for her table was replaced with a dark wood table and matching chairs.

The Coffee table that Millie found for her nineteenth birthday at a swap meet was now a slim glass coffee table. Everything was gone. Everything was different. The bedroom door cracked open and Puppy bolted through and ran at her. Morgan bent down and picked her up.

“Hey.” Carson grinned, and then kissed her cheek. “You hungry?”

He opened a fridge full of food.

“No. I’m not hungry. I’m tired, and my feet hurt.” She actually began to cry. “Please tell me you didn’t though away my couch and coffee table. Please tell me you still have that stupid old t.v in a locker somewhere, Carson please tell me.”

“Whoa.” He hurried over, pulling her into a hug. “It’s okay. I saved everything.”

She began to really sob and Carson honestly had no idea why. He thought he did a good job. That She would be happy.

“What’s wrong?”

“My feet hurt.”

“Sit down."

“No. I want to sit down,” She gasped, “On the couch my Baby brother got me.”

Shit.

“I want to put my feet up on the coffee table Millie found for me when I turned Nineteen. I want to watch that stupid ugly T.v that used to be my Dads. I don’t like Shinny stuff Carson.” She sniffed and wiped at her face with her free hand. “I know you haven’t known me long, but I like the little stuff. My Family sucked when I was growing up but it was mine. We starved at the end of the month, but that was the way things were. That was what was normal. This isn’t normal.”

“Sh.” He pulled her back into a hug. “I’ll put it all back if you just stop crying. Please stop crying.”

She pulled away and sat in a table chair hugging Puppy to her face. Carson bent down and rubbed her face.

“Don’t cry Beautiful. I’ll take it all back.”

“Thank you.”

“Everything will be fine.”

“No, thank you for buying it for me.”

“What?” He asked utterly confused.

“You were just trying to help me. You were just trying to make it better.”

“Okay.” He nodded. “I know what’s going on.”

He scooped her up.

“Were we going?” She asked, playing with one of Puppy’s ears.

Puppy looked honestly worried about her. About her Mother.

“You’re going to sleep. And when you wake up I’m going to rub your tired feet, and then I’m going to take you out to a nice dinner.”

“Can you set me on the other side of the bed?” She hiccupped. “This side hurts too much.”

“I got you a new bed.”

“Oh.” She sniffed.

He tucked her in.

“Carson.” She whispered so soft he thought he’d imagined it.

But when he turned around She was looking at him.

“Come here please.”

He bent down at her bedside on one knee. And she sat up.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He whispered.

She leaned forward, and actually planted a soft sweet kiss on his mouth. He breathed in deep through his mouth and grabbed the back of her upper arm.

“Careful,” Her voice was deep but low. “I had shingles when I was eleven and it gave my arm nerve damage.”

His arm loosened, his eyes were dark, “Try to sleep.”

“Okay.” She smiled.

She kissed him again, and layed back. It took everything in him to leave and not rip her clothes off.

 

When Morgan woke up her mouth was dry. She grabbed the glass off the night table and took a drink. She didn’t notice it there before and guessed Carson put it there. Is this what she needed? Someone to take care of her some times? To…love her. She left the bedroom.

Carson was sitting on one end of the couch his arm on the arm rest a beer in hand. He was watching a football game. Puppy was curled up on the other side of the couch in the corner. Morgan walked around the back of the couch.

“Hey.” Carson smiled up at her.

“Hi.” She said, tucking her hair behind her ear, and laying her head on his lap.

He froze, until she grabbed his free hand and put it on her head. He stroked her hair.

“What do you want for dinner?”

“I don’t want to go out.”

“I can make a mean grilled cheese.”

“Perfect.”

“Can I rub your feet?”

“They don’t hurt anymore.”

“Can I still rub them?”

Morgan slipped to the other side of the couch, and put her feet on his lap. Puppy crawled onto hers. Carson leaned forward but Morgan held out her hand. He handed over his beer confused. No one had ever reached for his beer. She looked at the T.v and took a drink of his beer. He liked this. Her relaxed, drinking his beer watching football with him.

“Who’s winging?” She suddenly asked.

“Jackson.”

“Good.” She took another drink.

Carson grinned and grabbed a foot.

She pulled her foot away and he looked confused. She stopped drinking the beer.

“Your hands are cold.”

He rubbed his hands together and blew in them not taking his eyes off her. He rubbed her foot.

“Better?”

She nodded, and looked back at the T.v. They watched the rest of the game like this, and then took Puppy outside to go Potty. Carson then made a grilled cheese sandwich for her. She ate it at the coffee table with a beer. He watched her the whole time, even though a good rerun of ghost hunters was on.  She took a drink of her beer, and then burped.

“Whoops.” She covered her mouth the back of her hand. She burped again. “Excuse me.” She picked up the dog.

Carson slid behind her and rubbed her shoulders, sending chills up her spine.

“Are you alright?” He laughed.

“Chills.”

He continued to rub her back. She liked how he tried to make her happy. She let her head fall back to look at him, and he pressed his lips to hers. Hard. It was her who was breathed in through her nose this time. He kissed her again and she reached up grabbing a fist full of hair. She gave a light tug testing the waters, and he made a deep sound in the back of his throat which made her want him more.

Puppy barked and jumped on Morgan’s chest.

Morgan broke the kiss, “Ow.” She set the puppy aside.

And then turned to face Carson. He liked the way she looked at him.

“Are you okay?” His voice was deep.

“I’m fine.” She fit herself between his legs and grabbed his face. “I’m fine.”

And then she kissed him. And she kissed him Hard. Hand going into his hair, and he grabbed the backs of her arms lighter on the right side trying not to hurt her. He bit her lip and she gasped. That was it he had to have her closer. He pulled on her arms, and she slowly got up trying to not break the kiss. She straddled him, and his hands went to her tights.

“Your hands are warm.”

“I thought they were cold.” He said, voice deep.

She bit her lip and shook her head. He took in a breath as if to say something, but she bent and kissed his neck, and then she softly bit him. His fingertips dug into her legs, but it didn’t hurt. She liked the feel of his hands on her. Strong and safe. His hands grabbed her hips and, The door was banged on. They both jumped like teenagers being caught and Puppy barked trying to be Scary. It would have worked if she hadn’t barked so loud and fell over.

“Who’s that?” Carson asked, as Morgan pressed her forehead to his.

“I have to get it.”

She got up and opened the door.

“Hey Girl.” Marcy said, with two of her kids. “I need my spare key.”

“Sure.” Morgan grabbed it off the key rack.

“Are you?” Marcy whispered, pointing at Carson who was looking at the T.v .

Morgan nodded.

“Oh, okay.” Marcy grinned, “Damn, Get ‘em Girl. Come on.” She pushed her kids, “Auntie Morgan’s tryin’ to get some.”

“Get some what?” Jackson asked.

“Cookies.” Marcy said.

“I want some cookies.” Lucy said.

“You better not want no damn cookies, get your tail in the house.”

Morgan smiled and shut the door. Carson looked at her.

“Sorry.” Morgan said. “She needed her key.”

Carson walked over and stood in front of her.

“What?” She asked lowly.

He used his three fingers on her ribs to slowly thump her onto the door. She gasped and he pressed himself against her. She could feel everything. Everything. He kissed her, and when she tried to wrap her arms around his neck He grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head. He trailed kisses down her neck and she felt like her knees were going to give out. He bit her neck, and then set her free.

“I have to go.”

“What?” She asked. “Why.”

He grinned, he liked her reaction.

“There’s an emergency at work.” He opened the door and walked out. “You can keep Puppy.”

He kissed her three times and bit her bottom lip. He pulled back and looked at her mouth, biting his lower lip. He suddenly swatted her butt. She jumped and squeaked, and he laughed down the hall.

“Not funny.” She called.

“I’ll be home late. Lock the dead bolt, I have a key.”

“Of course you do.” She closed the door.

She locked the door and snapped her fingers, “Bed time.”

Puppy trotted happily to the bed room. Morgan was half asleep when Carson crawled in next to her.

“Is everything okay?” She muttered.

“Yeah.” He covered himself. “I’m just tired.”

He pulled her close and kissed her head.

“Carson?”

“Yes?”

“Are you naked?”

“I have boxers on.”

She sighed and closed her eyes.

“You know how hard you’re making this for me?”

He kissed her head, “Sh. Puppy’s sleeping.”

When Morgan woke up Both Carson and Puppy were gone. There was a note on the bed on Carson’s pillow. Morgan quickly grabbed it.

“I had to get to work early. Deal with some stuff. I took Puppy to a day spa. Have a good day at work. Ps. We’re going out to dinner tonight. I have an outfit bag for you in the closet. Have a good day at work. –Carson.”

Hmm, no love? Morgan took a quick shower, and then left the house. She quickly answered the seven requests and the door was knocked on.

“Hey.” Martie stuck his head into the room. “I need your help.”

“Who died now?”

“No one. Not yet. My Doctor said my blood pressure and cholesterol are too high.”

“Are you okay?” Morgan was really worried.

Martie and Marcy were the only two people she really talked to. She cared about both of them.

“I have to change my diet.