Red String Of Love

Chapter 9: The reason why

A/N: Please, do share your thoughts with me while I sit and watch you writh in agony of wanting more.

I twirled my shiny pink pen between my fingers staring off into my laptop screen, but my mind was way up in the clouds; filled with nothing but thoughts about Marshall Lee, the hot vampire king. After that steamy night last Friday, Marshall stayed over through the weekend and took me to the most amazing date ever. It also included another nice steamy make out session in the back seat of his car. I closed my eyes as I remembered his touch, his husky thick like honey voice as he whispered in my ear, his hot breath against my skin, the way he looks at me as if he could strip me with just his eyes, his smell, and his mouth…Oh his amazing talented mouth.

A soft moan escaped my lips, and I was filled with the urge to see Marshall again. When all of a sudden my office door slammed open and in marched Peppermint. The sudden loud noise of the door made me jump in my seat and sent my pink pen flying to the ground.

“G-good morning…Pepp.” I said as I cleared my throat.

Peppermint scowled at me before slamming a pile of newspapers on me desk. “Care to explain?” he said

Tearing my eyes from him I looked down and picked one of the tabloids reading the bolded headline, ‘Hot bachelor CEO, B. Gumball, possibly gay? My eyes went wide in panic and I looked down at the crappy photo taken, it was me and Marshall. Kissing. Another picture beside it was of me looking to the side, searching, while Marshall had his face buried in my neck. That was yesterday, we were at the bowling alley. How did they manage to figure out who I was? I thought my disguise was perfect!

I looked up at Peppermint who was still scowling at me, “You told me you weren’t seeing him? So what’s this?”

“Ah…I-uh…” I stuttered but my mind was blank and I couldn’t come up with a good excuse.

“Do you realize what you just did?”

I nodded slowly while keeping my eyes down at the tabloid.

“Gumball, this is a scandal! Not a good one! Do you realize that you just put our whole plan in jeopardy? What are you going to tell Brittany?”

“Look, Pepp. I’m sorry, clearly I wasn’t thinking straight. I’ll go and talk to Marsh-”

“Not thinking straight? You clearly were out of your mind? Now because of what you did we have to move the engagement party to this Friday! And no, you’re not going to talk to Marshall. In fact, anymore contact with Marshall is forbidden. I’ll go talk to him and his manager and hopefully find a way to clear up the misunderstanding with the press.”

And with that my secretary spun on his heel and exited my office with a huff.

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Hours after Peppermints lecture, I found myself parked outside Marshall’s drive way. I couldn’t have Pepp talk to him, who knows what he’ll say…or do. A shiver ran down my spine remembering the night I witnessed Marshall being beat up because of Peppermint. No, I should be the one talking to Marshall not him. Never him.

I inhaled deeply then stepped out of the car and walked towards the porch but not missing the white Porsche parked beside Marshall’s black Mercedes-Benz. Does he perhaps have people over?

I raised my hand about to knock when the door flung open revealing Ashley. Scowling she looked me up and down as if assessing me then she rolled her eyes and walked past me flinging her wild platinum blonde hair.  As I watched her stomp to her car and drive away I felt my brain tingle with glimpses of lost memories, taking a deep breath I turned back around and saw Marshall standing in the doorway.