Without a Doubt...

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
Lacey is a sexy independent woman who works as a mechanic. Chris is the boyfriend she is now beginning to have feelings of running away from.It seems like Lacey has commitment issues, but will Chris let her go all that easily?

Submitted: April 09, 2010

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With a grimace, Lacey tugged her greasy and gross work clothes off. She knew she was later than she’d expected to be, but surely Chris would understand. When she had finally stripped down to nothing and taken a shower, she felt considerably lighter.

She hadn’t seen Chris when she’d let herself in but he was probably in his study, she concluded. She’d debated simply going over to her own place instead of going to Chris’s, but she had told him she’d be there after all and if she told him she couldn’t make it, that would be the third time just in the past week or so.

She was toweling her hair short black hair gently when knocking sounded on the bathroom door. “Come in.” She called out.

Chris walked through the door and she pretended not to see the slightly tense expression on his face. Instead, she looked at him through the mirror from where she stood in front of him. She wanted to frown and glower but instead, she kept the sterile smile on her face.

“Sorry I’m late, Chris,” She said sweetly. “I had some trouble with the last car. There were way too many things wrong with that old beat up thing. The owner has been back repeatedly. I’d just get rid of it if I was her.”

“Ah,” Chris nodded knowingly, not fooled by her tone. His honey brown hair was mussed and his blue eyes looked at her in the mirror with an intense expression.

Lacey forced a laugh and turned around, letting her towel slip slightly, while she wrapped her arms around Chris’s bare neck. She was several inches shorter so she had to look up into those all-knowing and piercing eyes. “What’s wrong? Missed me?” She joked lightly, letting him go and tossing her wet hair back off her face.

“Yeah, actually, you said you’d be here by four-thirty,” He said lightly, following her out the door and on her way to the kitchen.

Lacy chuckled, “Yeah, sorry about that,” She opened the fridge door and peered inside, “It’s seven already, it took me some time getting here. Do you have anything good to eat, like ever?”

“Yeah, actually. There are some of the vegetables I stir-fried for dinner in there. Grab the container and heat it up for yourself,” Chris said simply, sitting down at the table.

Lacey frowned, “Stir-fry?”

“Mmm-hmm,” Chris stated his assent.

She pouted, her lower lip all pink temptation and her freshly showered skin looking immensely pleasant. Chris cleared his throat and stood, rolling his eyes, “Okay, ‘princess’, I’ll make you something.”

Lacey jumped up and down and kissed him on the cheek quickly. “Great, thanks, baby. I’ll just go slip into something.”

“A tofu burger okay?”

Lacey paused in her triumphant movements, looking crestfallen, “Oh…I guess,” She looked at the floor sadly.

“Fine, you win. God, you’re just horrible.” Chris relented.

“Hey, it’s not my fault you get affected by my sad face so easily, is it?”

“I guess not,” Chris smiled, “Okay, how about an omelet?”

“With cheese?”

“Lots of it.” Chris grinned, his blue eyes twinkling.


“Um…” He looked inside the fridge briefly, “It’s Friday, meaning I’m out of it, so mozzarella will do.”

“Great, be right back,” Lacey said, running off to his room. She closed the door behind herself and pressed her back against it, closing her eyes and letting the smile slide off her face. Chris was just too good to be true. She certainly hadn’t done anything to deserve him.

Oh well, it was about time she ended things, she told herself. Where could this go? Chris was an ambitious man, studying to become a Lawyer. And though, she’d never considered her profession a shortcoming or ever been embarrassed by it, she just didn’t think she could fit into Chris’s life. Being a mechanic was something she was good at, cars had always been her passion. Some would find that very unfeminine and something ofa last resort, but it was something Lacey actually enjoyed doing and she didn’t feel it made her any less of a woman in any sense. She dressed nice when she wasn’t getting greasy and she took nice care of herself. She’d always been a sexual person and had not found guys ever saying she wasn’t a woman when she was done with them. And at twenty-three, she felt she was allowed to be sexually liberal.

Chris was the problem though. If ‘problem’ was the right word for him. He made her think of forever, of being with him in that way that her parents personified. And she just didn’t think it could work. Really, and she had her whole life ahead of her, she didn’t need to be thinking about weighty things like that right now. Especially when it would end in disaster, like she assumed it would with Chris

Lacey grimaced and shoved her frustrating thoughts out of her head. She’d break up with him, easy as that. Soon…

When she was dressed in a white t-shirt that belonged to Chris, and had slipped her panties back on, she went out to the kitchen again. Chris was still standing by the stove. As she approached, he placed her omlette on her plate and grabbed a fork for her. She simply sat down and he came to place it before her.

“There you go, your highness.” Chris said amusedly, all tenseness gone from his face now. He sat across from her and watched as she wolfed the food down.

“I’m so hungry, thanks so much! Mmm,” Lacey moaned and closed her eyes as she took a particularly tasty morsel to her tongue. “You are the greatest boyfriend ever.”

“I know right?” Chris said lazily, “Thank you.” He held his hands out as if for open applause. “Some people have told me I’d make a great husband for some lucky girl one day,” Chris said in a teasingly light tone, grabbing Lacey’s gaze.

She held it for a moment without speaking, before yelping as hot melting cheese burned her tongue and she reached out for her glass of water. A glass that she handn’t noticed Chris place in front of her. When she was alright again, she grinned, “Yeah, you definitely will.” She said honestly and looked down at her plate again, refusing to envision him cooking for some loser.

Chris looked at her amusedly as she struggled to keep her composure and instead attacked her food viciously again. Honestly, you’d think he’d tied her to his bed with manacles and demanded she stay there forever. She really could be obtuse sometimes. If she was thinking she could get away from him, she was wrong there. He could see right through her fake little smile. The one she’d been giving him for about a week or two now, when she started feeling panicky. Honestly, the woman had commitment issues if she was already getting ideas of dumping him. They’d only been dating seriously for a few months now. Even that had all been his doing.

He’d known from the moment she’d shaken off the shoulders of her puke-green work jumpsuit that she was something else. She’d gazed at him with that no-nonsense stare that was particularly adorable for someone who was barely five-four.

His friend Michael had recommended he visit her place when his car had been acting up and also said a few things about the girl that had stood in front of him. He’d found her refreshing, witty, and her sarcasm was really biting. He’d enjoyed her company very much. A week later, when his car was all better again, he’d found himself looking for an excuse to go see her and even considered bruising his car up. Instead, he’d simply found himself in her garage, shoving the shoulders of that ugly jumpsuit himself and tearing the black tank-top underneath up past her chest. They had frantically touched, kissed, but he’d stopped himself before he let it get too far. The next step had been subduing the wild beast he’d apparently awakened within himself. They made it to that evening and even then barely through the door of her apartment before the need had gotten too much to bear.

Since then he hadn’t been able to get enough of her fiery attitude, and the sight of her wild black curls, wide green eyes and that small, tight body inside the ugly jumpsuit. It had been about sex, all about sex, but even then he’d known it was so much more. So much. He was determined to win her over, and eventually he got her to start dating him. Fast forwards a few great months of being together, and she was getting the jitters. She wanted out because that was what she was used to.

Honestly, even he could see the girl was so clearly enamored with him in her own way. She’d probably starve if he wasn’t there, and basically die from heart disease. Obviously he couldn’t let that happen. That’s why he made sure to stock her fridge for her, so that when she wasn’t over at his place, she could eat slightly decently. He still made to sure to buy things she would actually eat, though, but probably did a better choice of choosing the particular items than her.

He was so looking forward to seeing her attempt at shaking him loose.


The alarm clock wouldn’t shut up.

Lacey couldn’t be bothered to reach across and shut the stupid thing up one more time. Didn’t she tell Chris to shut the damned thing off? It was Saturday and she didn’t want to be bothered in the morning. “Chris!” She bellowed.

“What?” She heard from the bathroom. Oh great, the freak was already up and showered.

“Would you come shut this alarm clock off?”

“Oh goodness, Lacey.” He called back, she knew he’d rolled his eyes. “I’m coming.”

“You better be,” She murmured, pressing her face deeper into her pillow. When he walked into the room, he smiled at her rumpled form under the blankets. He poked at her before turning the alarm clock off. “You getting up or what? It’s eleven o’clock.”

“I’m tired.” She whined. “Go away.”

“I told you last night that you would be too tired to come shopping with me in the morning, but you just can’t get enough of me.”

“Fuck you.”

“When and where, baby?”

“Ugh, you’re so dumb, Chris. Go away.”

Chris smiled to himself. “Okay, I’m leaving then, guess you can’t come with me…again.” He sighed loudly. He had known she would be too tired in the morning but he made the request every Saturday just to annoy her. He’d never expected her to go.

“Oh and can you get me some popsicles?” Lacey called from under the covers.

“It’s January, babe.” Chris said, throwing on a shirt.

“I know, but I want a popsicle,” She said in that voice of hers.

“What kind?”

“The kind that has a chocolate coating and vanilla inside.”

“No tropical flavours?”

“Chocolate plus vanilla, Chris.”

“Okay, get some rest and eat something, kay?” He told her before closing the door quietly behind him.

After about an hour of sleep, Lacey got up and took a shower. She grabbed a muffin and sniffed gingerly at it before taking a glass of milk with her to the table and plopping down. While eating, she perused the things that had been bothering her lately.

She missed her single life. Yeah, definitely. She missed being able to flirt with a guy and have a wild fling occasionally. Hmm, when was the last time she’d even looked at another male with anything remotely resembling desire? She shrugged and kept eating.

The point was this relationship was so not for her right now. And definitely not with Chris, whose parents were very conservative and expected him to marry some wealthy socialite one day. His mother had politely, but plainly disapproved of her when they’d ran into one another while she’d been staying with Chris one weekend.

Her instincts told her to run.


“I got you the popsicles,” Chris called from the kitchen. Lacey hadn’t heard the door open and close and felt a happiness settle within her as she became aware of Chris returning home.

“Yum, yum,” She ran to him and kissed him on the lips. When he passed her a popsicle wrapped in clear plastic wrapper, she was appalled to feel tears in her eyes.

“Aww, you’re so overcome with emotion over being presented with a valuable gift: A popsicle!” Chris said jokingly. When Lacey didn’t laugh however, and kept staring at the popsicle in her hand, he was disgusted with himself and was immediately concerned. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” He inquired and leaned over to gently grab her waist, pulling her to him.

“Oh, Chris.” Lacey wailed, “I’m such a horrible person.”

“What happened?”

“Nothing, nothing, nothing,” Lacey said angrily, as she wiped her face and shoved away from him. “I can’t let this go on. I’m being unfair.”

Here it goes, he thought to himself, trying not to freak out. After all, he wasn’t going to just let her go without a fight.

“And here you are, being so sweet, and so amazing, cooking for me and buying me stupid popsicles when I can’t even come see you on time,” Lacey said. “I’m so sorry, Chris.”


“I can’t do it anymore, and really,” She insisted, “It’s not me, it’s you. Um..shit…I mean it’s not you it’s me.” She paused to think that over.

Chris struggled not to laugh, and kept his expression grave. “Is that it?”

“Um..yes.” Lacey turned around awkwardly, surprised he’d taken it so well and gotten what she was doing right away.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He asked calmly.

“Uh, well, I was going to go change into my clothes and um…go home.”

“Why? You haven’t even eaten your popsicle.”

“Oh, you’re right,” and embarrassingly enough, she felt more tears escape and struggled to keep them from falling…and failed. He was so sweet, so considerate, and just so nice about all of this.

“I just thought… you know?” She began, only to break off again.


“Well-uh-that you’d-uh-feel bad or something, and want some space.” She said to the floor.

“Why would I want that?” He struggled to keep his expression even.

Now she was a little upset. You’d have thought the man would be a little upset after having dated her for a few months. He wasn’t fazed a bit. “Well you know, considering I just fucking broke up with you and you don’t even care.”

“Hey, hey,” He walked over to her and lifted her chin up, forcing her to look up into those startling blue eyes that were smiling down at her just then. “Who said I didn’t care?”

“You basically did, by not even showing a little hurt.”

“You wanted to hurt me?” He asked softly.

“Never, Chris, never you.” She said sadly and looked into his eyes with a deep reassuring stare.

“You can’t say never if you really plan on leaving me,” He murmured, letting his hands slide up inside the shirt she was wearing and brush the soft skin of her stomach. She hissed an leaned in to him for support as his hands drifted along all her sensitive spots.

“What are you doing?” She shoved him off her. “I just broke up with you.”

“You can’t do it,” He said simply, leaning back against the counter.

“What do you mean I can’t? I just did.” She pointed out to him.

“Um—no you didn’t. You just went on about ‘it’s not me, it’s you—.’”

“That was an accident,” Lacey hissed.

“Yeah whatever,” He shrugged it off, “I’m just saying that you never actually got around to saying the actual words.”

“Oh…well…good point,” Lacey said, trying to look the least bit dignified while standing in the kitchen of her supposed ex and wearing his over-sized t-shirt. She held her chin up, “Well then, Chris Thompson, I’m breaking up with you.”

Chris popped an olive into his mouth, “Okay, you done?”

Lacey fumed, “I can’t believe I ever thought you were sweet and considerate. You are…you are…”

“What exactly am I, sweetie?” Chris asked, unashamedly enjoying himself.

“You’re…oh, forget it!” And with that she fumed and ran out of the room. Chris sighed to himself and banged his forehead on the kitchen counter. He had to do it, he told himself. If he so much as told her he loved her and told her she loved him too, she would never forgive him. Pretty words would never make someone like Lacey think twice.

Even if they managed to stay together after he told her he loved her, she would never bring herself around to identifying her own feelings for him and would be a stubborn mule forever. This way, she’d feel she was in charge of the situation and she’d feel right about it all. Her stubborn sense of pride and independence wouldn’t be tarnished and they’d all be happy. Whoop-di-doo.

When Lacey walked out angrily ten minutes later, he stood by the counter still, plopping olives into his mouth bleakly.


“Are you serious?” Marie asked, throwing her bag down on Lacey’s couch and sitting down across from where Lacey lay sprawled out with remote in hand.

“Yes, just like that, and I so I told him to fuck himself and walked out.”

“You did?” Marie asked, chocolate eyes wide.

“Well, no, I didn’t, but I wanted to.”

“And did he call?”

“No!” Lacey practically shouted, throwing a pillow across the room. “That’s just it. I figured maybe it hadn’t hit him yet, but he seemed fine and seems fine now too.”

“So no contact at all?”


“And you want him back?”

“Well, no, of course not.” Lacey rolled her eyes, “I didn’t like breaking up with him, but It had to be done.”

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“Um…why’s that?”

“Gosh, Marie, it’s because I missed the single life and stuff…plus we wouldn’t work out in the long term and I didn’t like how he made me think about stuff like that.”

“Stuff like what?”

“Well…like buying a house and maybe having a kid. Can you imagine me with a fucking kid?” Lacey snorted.

Marie’s eyes widened, but then she smiled softly, “And how’s the first week of single life been treating you, sweetie?”

“Great, just fucking great. I don’t have to be nagged about my health and my food all the time, and-and I can come home whenever I like and do whatever I like.”

“Jesus, he was really keeping you locked up wasn’t he?” Marie muttered sarcastically. “Well that’s just great,” She said a little loudly, “I’m glad you’re so happy.”

Lacey sat up suddenly, “I’m not happy,” She said, wide eyed as she looked to Marie for some reaction.

“Well…I could see that, but you’re saying you are.”

“No, Marie, I’m not happy.I hadn’t even thought of that.”

“Then what’s all the crap you’re saying?”

Lacey waved a hand, “I have to go find him. He better not be with some girl. I’ll fucking rip her eyes out.”

“Jesus, do you really think Chris would be with a girl that isn’t you?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Lacey narrowed her eyes suspiciously, although Marie couldn’t see what part of that sentence could possibly rouse suspicion.

“Nothing, relax would you? I’m just saying, any fool could see that you two are made for each other. You’re in love with him and he’s crazy about you, so why break up?”

“Love?” Lacey resorted to the wide-eyed look again.

“Oh shit…”

“I love him,” Lacey said dazedly again. “I love him, and I don’t want to break up and I don’t care if he’s going to be some hotshot lawyer or what his parents think. I want him and I’ll keep him to myself.”

“I’ve created a monster,” Marie sat back down, “listen, think about this a while won’t you?”

“No reason to. I love him and he’s not going to get away from me.”

“You broke up with him,” Marie pointed out.

“That’s beside the point,” She was now throwing on a jacket on top of her shorts and t-shirt.

“Put some proper clothes on!”

“Forget it,” Lacey said, and ran out the door.


Chris opened his door to find Lacey standing on the other side. She wore a jacket with nothing but a pair of shorts and a pair of ankle boots.

“Oh my goodness, are you crazy? It’s freezing out!” He grabbed her and ushered her inside.

“Hi,” She said breathlessly, letting her eyes roam over his tall and lithe figure, the breadth and strength of his shoulders, the kindness in his eyes.

Chris stiffened but nonetheless ushered her into a chair. “Why are you here?”

“I love you.” She squealed suddenly, a smile breaking on her face as she jumped into his lap from where he’d just taken a seat. He was so taken aback at the sudden movement he had to balance himself slightly.

“Oh,” He said and simply smiled. “I know.”

She stilled all of a sudden. “You do?”

“Yep,” He said, and gave in, kissing her lips.

“Well, I take back my break-up,” Lacey said stiffly, holding her chin up.

“You can’t just take a break-up back!” Chris feigned horror.

“I can’t?” Lacey said, shoulders slumping.

“No, but you can make it up to me…” He murmured biting her ear-lobe.

Lacey squirmed, “Chris?” She pouted.

“What?” He asked gently, kissing her neck.

“You haven’t said it.”

“Said what?” He smiled to himself.

She punched him and he winced. “Okay, okay, I love you Lacey. So so much.” He leanedover and kissed her forehead. “You should know that.”

“I do now.” She buried her face in his chest and sighed, feeling comfortable for the first time that week. “By the way, you’re never getting away from me so don’t even bother.”

Someday he’d tell her he’d never taken her break-up seriously, that he’d never considered letting her go.She wouldn’t like that.

He made a note to get rid of sharp objects.

“Hey, will you put on that green work jumpsuit of yours later?” He nuzzled her neck.

“That ugly thing?”

“Yes, it drives me crazy. Especially when you have those smudges on your face.”

“Fine, whatever floats your boat, weirdo.” Her stomach grumbled just then. “I haven’t eaten properly all week.”

“Baby, I’ll go make you something to eat, okay?”

“Thanks, you’re the greatest.”

“I know.” He winked.

Just like he’d known she would come back without a doubt.

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