Chapter 87
Marcus
I swallowed back and gave a small nod. “I have things to do anyway.”
That was a big lie. I barely had anything else to do since all the jobs were taken care of but I still needed to keep up with the
act.
“I won’t be long,” she blurted and opened the door. She walked in and when she got to the middle of the room, she paused.
“Listen, Andra is the reason I’m pissed.”
I don’t even know why I said that but I just needed to clear the air and make sure she was getting her facts right. “Didn’t you hear that? What she said and even how Jackson made a mockery of us?”
She looked at me lip–tied. After a second, I huffed and she hummed something inaudible.
“That was the least professional thin to do. Really?” I paused. “You didn’t hear it?”
“I did.”
She wasn’t looking as pissed as I was and to an extent, it was valid. I was the only one who could tell how I truly felt.
All the anger I was feeling suddenly vanished and I just couldn’t explain how. Melissa’s a work of art and the mere looking at her was all I needed to get my shit together.
Her slenderness and small chested feature had me eye–locked. Her dress- shit. I got that dress for her because wanted her to dress in the exact way I saw her that night at the club but this time without Nate.
I didn’t want an image of Nate to spoil the picture of her in this dress. My fingers itched to touch her slender legs.
The flashbacks of how they were parted with just her fingers sliding to ease her horniness filled my head and I walked toward the bar orchestrated in the room.
The U–shaped leather sofa bedecked in faux fur cushions monopolized the room.
II clipped the gold cufflins and set them on the table closest to me. It’s been a long night and I’m certain after this conversation, I should be on my fucking bed.
Alone.
While Melissa looked around the suite, admiring the expensive furnitures, I reached for a bottle of jameson.
“I’m in awe of this place,” she said and I turned to look at her back.
I shrugged. “I feel the same.”
“I doubt. You’ve seen more of beautiful places more than anyone I know.”
“That’s because you don’t know much people.”
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“What drink is that?” She asked ignoring the indirect travesty.
“Jameson.”
“I guess I want a glass,” she said and motioned for a glass. She pushed hers aside and reached for an empty glass where I poured some for her. “Thanks.”
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Knocking back the remainder of the drink, I set the glass back of the bistro table and looked at her. “You should have taken the speech but Andra was too confident that she could handle it and-”
“That’s not why I’m here,” she interrupted. “Yes, you are pissed and I know.”
“Then why are you here?” I asked sincerely confused. We had nothing to talk about, nothing to relate to yet she was here.
My mind suddenly thought of Nate and I huffed. “I am not talking about Nate Bisley. Definitely not talking about why he’s not here or anything else that has to do with him.”
“Fine,” she responded and placed her glass on the desk. “You can at least tell me what’s so aggravating about seeing me talk to
someone?”
“Someone?” I asked with my brows cocked.
I have no idea what she meant by that. I just started into her eyes and watched her lean over the counter table till her eyes darted to mine. “Me and Nate. Me and Jackson. Me and whoever that isn’t you.”
I pulled back. I already said I wasn’t mentally ready for this, to address what I feel but fuck.
I reached for the bottle again but her hands stopped me before I could grab it.
“You’re going to get drunk.”
I cocked an eyebrow. “And what has that got to do with you?” Silence followed. “You are scared something may happen? Definitely not.”
“Don’t be too sure and just answer my damn question. First, you act like it’s nothing but you do everything humanly possible for me to know that you’re pissed at me but you don’t tell it to my face.”
“Tell it to your face? What are you? Fifteen?”
“Maybe a few years older than that.”
“You are an adult, Melissa. A good number of things cannot be spelt out:”
She scoffed. “You agree to being pissed then.”
I didn’t respond.
“If it’s not because of Nate, then why
are you so agitated?” Her breath came out harsh. “You have to
give me a fucking reason.”
I seethed with frustration. She was not getting it, never did and would never really get it. “Mel-
“I’m not living until you tell me.”
“What the fuck do you want from me?”
“I should be asking you that,” she blurted back. I could feel the heartbreak in her hitched voice. “You don’t seem to understand that you’re also frustrating my existence.”
“Really?” I scoffed.
“I should go.”
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In that moment, the last strong holding me cut loose and I couldn’t even stand her being around me so I
let her leave.
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“Wait.” My hand fisted to the side of the dress. “Wait one second,
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It was then I saw it, her glossy eyes that was holding back a pool of tears. Her watery gaze lowered. “Why? You don’t want me and you don’t want anyone else to want me.” Her protective wall began to fracture. “You treat me like I don’t mean shit to you yet you… you-”
No.
That’s where she was getting it all wrong. I want nobody but her and nobody to feel the same way about her.
“You- you don’t get it. I think I’m in love with you and I hate it that I can’t help what I feel.”
Her eyes skimmed mine and I gave a nod. Maybe it was time to finally address this.
She pushed into my arms and her slender arms wrapped around my neck.
