Torn Love

Chapter Four-Marquez

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Marquez Fernandéz pov

My lighter was turned on the moment I remembered Aline Mendes. My eyes scanned the painting once again, the art that led to our conversation. How she retaliated when I called her dumb ran through my mind.

She's a very..... readable person.

"Did you just smile?". Alfonso blocked my view.

I raised a brow at him and he quickly changed his words, "I mean I just caught you smiling...... that's odd".

"Is it?".

He commented, "Look at your fianceé brother, so clingy and possessive....she won't give you a breathing space for a second!".

"Fuck! Your life will be a living hell if you get married to Patricia Smith, you're my older brother and I love you".

"Shush!".

Aline Mendes walked by us receiving a phone call, I closed my eyes receiving her feminine scent that filled my nostrils. She is simply gorgeous, her coiled hair bounced at her back as she walked out of the room. I wanted to call her but she seems focused on her phone call.

Alfonso followed my gaze and coughed loudly, I know he has something stupid to say for sure.

"Speak".

"Who's she?".

"Who?".

"C'mon let's don't play dumb, you just gazed at a woman for long.......you look intrigued by her!".

That was immediately concerning! Me intrigued by a woman? that's impossible! it can't be!

"Inform Patricia I'm off". I put my lighter back into my pocket and followed Miss Mendes closely.

She bent down beside the parking lot still focused on her phone call.

Is she crying? Hell!

"Mom please don't be stupid, Eugene won't leave his family for you.......he never did six years ago and he won't now".

She said.

"I know that Mom.......what?why?.......he has a family! How long will you continue embarrassing me mom?..... I'm your daughter put me first!".

She sniffed wiping her eyes gently, "I turned my back on a friendship that means the world to me simply because I put you first so why is it so hard for you to put me first?".

She put her head down. I noticed visible tears in her eyes,

"Mom please stop.....you're scaring me!". Her voice broke down, "You're the only one I've left after dad died and this is what you do to me?really?.........well I'm disapointed as hell".

She cut the call and cried her eyes out, stamping her heels on the ground angrily.

I felt the sudden urge to go to her and explain the need not to stress over such trival matter. Parents are the worst!

"Urghh fuck shit!!!". She yelled at herself and stood up, our eyes immediately locked.

She inhaled sharply and tried diverting her eyes to something else but couldn't. I watched her every move carefully, she sucked in her down lips obviously anxious.

I'm making her anxious... That thought came on to me and I like it!

"Umm Mr Fernandéz, how long have you been there?". She finally had the courage to speak.