"What the hell is going on Chance?" The woman raised a brow.
Kristoff did the same, he so wanted to hear what Chance had to say because he would be damn if he was preaching about being all faithful and loyal when he's cheating.
"Would you like some water?" Chance offered.
The woman only crossed her arms across her chest and tapped her foot on the marble tiles.
Chance sighed, "Tamara, this is Kristoff. Kristoff this is Tamara." He simply said.
Kristoff opened his mouth to say something but Chance cut him.
So that's it, I'm nothing to him then? Kristoff wondered.
"So you're gay." Tamara rushed out.
Chance sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, "yes. And before you say anything else, I care about Kris. He is the light to my darkness, a light I didn't know I needed."
Tamara gave Kristoff a once-over, "well I guess I can live with that, I'll support any decision you make little brother."
Kristoff let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.
"I didn't know you had a sister."
Chance shook his head, "she's not my sister, we grew up in foster care together."
The trio sat around the kitchen counter, just talking and drinking wine.
Kristoff would glance at Chance, admiring how laid back he was with himself now, he seemed more in tune.
Finally, Tamara left, but not before casting an impassive look in Kristoff's direction, concluding that she didn't approve of either him or the relationship.
"Well now that she's gone, can you get back to....you know earlier?" Chance did a little dance.
Kristoff smirked, "no, actually I have to go. The old man wants my presence for some dinner to express his dominance of the Telecommunication world."
Chance looked shocked, surprised that Kristoff was refusing sex, or a chance to kiss him and be all over him.
"Well, I'll see you in a couple of days. Don't miss me too much." Kristoff grinned.
Chance pulled him into a kiss, "try not to get into any trouble."
Chance watched as Kristoff drive away, and until his car was out of sight.
He stuffed his hands into his pockets, deciding that he would use their time apart to get some shopping and cleaning done.
Being the neat and organized freak he was, he made sure that everything was back on their shelves and made sure that every nook and cranny of the apartment was clean, mopped, and polished.
After doing that Chance took a quick shower, getting dressed in a grey turtle neck sweater, and black skinny jeans. He took one last look at his apartment then went shopping.
With the shopping list in hand, Chance scanned the shelf for Kristoff's favorite coffee and creamer.
Then moved on to get some veggies, but before he could get to that aisle a cart crashed into his.
Chance apologized and tried to move around the woman, who moved her cart to crash into his again.
It happened a few more times, Chance closed his eyes, he already knew what the woman was trying.
"I'm sorry ma'am, but can I just get by to finish my shopping." Chance gave her a small smile.
"I just love a man that does his shopping, a man that takes control. Maybe you can take control of me." She purred, abounding her cart to run her hand over his chest.
Chance pushed her away, "sorry. But I like my coffee how I like my women, I don't like coffee."
The female gave a smile, her eyes trailed to a strawberry flavored lubricant in the cart until she processed what Chance had said.
"Oh." Was her response.
"Yes, you are of no interest to me. I already have my partner who I adore, and he cares for me just the same. Now enjoy the rest of your day." Chance walked past her without a second glance, ignoring other females as best as he could.
But it didn't last for long, with the cashier basically stripping for him, she pushed her chest up and hold onto Chance's hand when he tried to pay for his groceries.
"Call me." The cashier winked, writing down her number on the receipt.
"Listen, I don't know if they are paying you to be a skank or what. But I already have someone, and you interest me no bit. I don't like trash." Chance grabbed his bags.
Leaving a shocked girl behind.