Boyfriends 10

Chapter 10
Melissa
Saturdays used to be my best day of the week. The weekend vibe that came with the morning cooing breeze always made me anticipate the late-night outings.
It was a habit, for lan and me since I couldn’t live with him at his apartment. He wanted me to and even asked me countless times to move in with him but I always refused.
I had my own reasons, slightly relating to the principles my grandma incorporated in me. She wanted me to be a strong woman, not dependent on any man or even woman.
She’d pat me on the back when I dared to try new things and whenever I sulked over my parent’s death, she frowned. She preached strength without ways to process your emotions.
To her, strength was in keeping your head high. Just that and nothing less. That became my response to trauma, keeping my head high, and the same reason I can’t seem to process my emotions.
Ian cheating on me hurt me, but I think it has to do with the ugly truth that he was sleeping with my best friend. The same person who I shared most of my insecurities with and my deepest fears.
They both made me look stupid, which was a big scar on my pride. I turned to the stereo in my room and turned it on.
Music on in the background, I exhaled audibly and turned to my bed. I took off the blue sheets on the bed ’cause they were pretty dirty and needed a thorough wash. No, not so dirty but for someone who has been unable to think straight for a week, I haven’t done my laundry.
Sheets in hand, I grabbed my laundry basket and shoved it inside 1 picked it up with the rest of my laundry, the bodycon gown I wore to the club sitting perfectly on top of the others.
I moved my body to the slow song playing in the background. What have I done–a song that played in my head even when I’m not playing it.
It’s been two whole weeks since lan cheated and I am beginning to think my revenge plan doesn’t have a lead.
When I think of Marcus Hills, I think of the billionaire who loves power. His domineering side always begged to be let out at every slight chance. I think of the sexy man who is eighteen years older than me and the same man I have plans to sleep
with as revenge.
I imagine the look on Ian’s face when he walks into me-riding his father and moaning so loudly for his heart to squeeze. The thoughts of a naked Marcus make my mouth water and my fantasies flare up.
A perfect picture of Ian popped into my head and a satisfied sound escaped my lips. Lord knows how badly I want to get this revenge done. A part of me believed that doing this would help me get over the unreachable pain I felt.
I walked to the laundry room and opened one of the washers and stuck the sheets inside. I filled it with detergent and turned
it on
“Finally, I blurted, glad that I got that out of my list.
I
ed to make a new list now that my life has changed drastically. No longer a barista wearing casual jeans and a big T-shirt to work. Now I needed to be a high-tone woman who dresses. Classy and-what the hell did Marcus even call it?
A part of me liked it though, even though he had a way of making me feel less. I liked how I felt the need to step up my gaine to get what I wanted.
My phone buzzed and I reached for it at the bottom of my laundry basket. I checked the screen and it was a text from Ian.
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IAN: hi babe. I’ll not be home so don’t bother coming over alright? Don’t want you lonely and I’ll make it up to you,
Attached to the mail were love emojis which made me scowl. Good thing he didn’t add the reason as wanting to hang out with his friends or shit-cause that would only confirm that he was going to see Helena
MELISSA: Okayy.
I puffed out air and sent a text telling him it was okay. I thought of leaving it at that but then I sent another text saying I’ve also had a long day so I need the night to myself.
A big lie indeed but I can’t let him feel special and whatnot. I tossed my phone to the laundry basket again and just rolled my
eyes.
I wasn’t holding back tears, no. it wasn’t a sharp pain like the day I saw them either. It was just there, a faint but strong consciousness that I needed to do something and do it quickly.
Marcus gave me his card and private number because I now work as his secretary which doubles as a personal assistant and that meant getting an advantage.
I think of the best thing to do but nothing seemed like a good enough reason to text my boss during the weekend.
“Well, I better think of something,” I blurted and picked up the empty laundry basket. I turned toward the exit and walked to the elevator.
When I pushed the door open. I perceived a familiar cologne and my heart skipped. I know all of lan’s designer perfumes. I mean-he was so into smelling good that he changed fragrance so often and I tried to keep up with the names.
All of those and the interesting fact is that it wasn’t Jan’s cologne. I cleared my throat and Marcus turned his face in my direction. His expression held no shock, nor did it hold amusement when our eyes met.
I swallowed hard at this-a version of Marcus Hills on ash sweatpants and a white polo shirt. “Holy shit,” I said under my breath. What does he want?
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