Torn Love

Chapter Eight-Marquez

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Marquez pov

Aline was shaking while clinging onto her damp cloth, her hair was down,wet and rough damn that son of a bitch Lopéz! I opened the door of my room and she hesitantly stepped in, she isn't comfortable with me yet.....why?!

"You're cold".

She nodded like I asked her a question. I didn't.

"I assure you that bastard motherfucker will pay for what he did".

"He said he was passing me a message", she chuckles while talking about Lopéz.

"A message?".

"He told me you don't hold on to people", she blurted out and quickly regretted it. I watched her bit her lips in caution.

"He's correct. I don't".

She opened her mouth a bit to say something and quickly closed it, she got my curiosity again. I want to hear what she has to say,

"What is it?".

"Umm......nothing,really".

I clasped my hands behind me gazing at her. She's simply a beauty! Hell does the lady knows that?

"P-please don't do that....", She shook.

"You're doing it again....the arching of a brow thing and your eyes.....", She instantly looked away.

"My eyes?".

"Umm.....never mind".

I smiled and wet my lips. This woman is affecting me in a way no other woman has ever and it will be forever a wonder to me how she did that so fast.... I'm fucking ashamed!!! She's scared of me too, not comfortable either...... she laughs with Lopéz but hell she's always lost for words with me...

"Go and change". I ordered. "You're damped".

She glanced at my wardrobe room unsure, "You want me going in there alone?".

I smirked in a way to tease, "You want me with you?".

Her eyes widened. "No no that's not what I meant! I-I mean.....never mind!".

A smile crept my face. How the hell is she making me smile? My fiancée of two years couldn't even do that! Hell I can't even do that myself! What the fuck is happening?!

I poured a glass of scotch while waiting patiently for her to be done, I made a call to Martha ordering to get new clothes ready for Aline.

The door of my wardrobe squeaked open minutes later, Aline came out of the room quietly bare footed, one of my black shirt she picked was large sized for her and reached her thighs..... Aline was looking everywhere in the room except for me, she's trying very hard to avoid eye contacts which she's failing terribly.

Her hair was already blow dryed, I gazed at her with so much intensity. A woman shouldn't be affecting me this way, it's very strange and abnormal of me to behave this exceptional! I should go see a doctor after this encounter! I'm definitely sick in the head!! Her brown eyes glittered as she smiles at me,

"Thank you".

I realized my hands were starting to shake up and the glass in my hands almost broke if I hadn't gripped it tightly, no way I'll be disgraced because of a woman!

"Mr Fernandéz...... Marquez I mean, why are you-",

I dropped my glass of scotch and immediately left the room before I do something I might regret! Do I badly want this woman that much?that I'm shaking up? For a woman! That has never happened to me before!!