Pleasing

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JENNIFER POV

  "Guys don't!" I hear behind me.

  I ignore it and continue the drinks. I turn around and slide them their order. $20.
   "Don't you get bored? Me an my friends are a lot more fun." One of them sighs with sarcasm at me. I shake my head no. "Can you fucking speak?" They bark at me and I flinch sliding down the counter to get the rest of the others offers.

  "I want a rum and coke, simple." The one with a thunderous voice speaks and I sigh. Easy. I grab a small cup and slide the ice, coke, and rum in it. "Here." I smile gently. As I stay where I was at as most of the drinks didn't need much.

  "You know speaking would be nice or a noise." He grumbles. I shake my head and look up but quickly get a splash of liquid on my torso. I gasp and lookup at the two smirking. "Ohh, we got the bunny to make a noise! Sorry for... the mess." He shrugs and I blink.
  I look at the girl covering her mouth from a smile. I look down seeing my white shirt and bra curl into a coffee brown. My vision gets blurry as I walk past the bar to the bathroom. Holy shit!

  I bump into people quickly saying sorry. I stumble a bit from feet but retreat from the bumping. Hands wrap around my waist and i gasp continuing to try and move. "You smell so good! You look so good.." I hear behind me. "I-sorry but um.. I" I stutter trying to get out of his grip. "Do you taste as good as you look?" He snickers and I shake my head letting my tears come out. I dig my nails into his wrist quickly trying to get out.

   "Come on! You can't walk around smelling and look so delicious. We both know you want someone to taste y- that's enough Landon." I hear and I shake my head. Double teamed? Nice work Jennifer.

   "Why? She- no this one is mine." They chatter and I finally get out of the grip of him as I quickly walk away. My head kills right now.

  Another pair of arms wrap around me but only from my arm. "P-please do- Chaton." I hiccup shaking my head even more. No.

"Look at me, I'm right here." He coos turning me around. "Oui?" He hums. His eyes scatter over my body with furrowed eyebrows. No. He quickly slides me through his suit jacket. "No." I croak out. "respirer." He hums grabbing my hands and walking me somewhere. All I can do is cry and shake and be a dang baby.

Why? I always try and convince my peers to trust me! I cant even do a simple job! Why?

  "Tell me what happened, oui?" He says setting me in a back room. "I-I cant." I mumble crying even more. "That's fine my love. Let me take y- no!" I yelp moving away. "I don't- I can't go home!" Panic runs though my body and l look up slowly to see Marcel looking down at me already. My chest was heaving and I drop my head.

His tatted hands cup my face making me look back up. How are his hands so warm at a cold night. "Do.." he starts shaking his head. "je ne peux pas croire que je demande ça." He groans under his breathe.
(I can't believe I'm asking this right now)

"Would you l-like to come home with me?" He asks but I could easily tell he was tense through his shirt. "I don't want to u-uh... b-burden you." I mumble looking anywhere but him.

"You don't have a choice now." He glares and pressed me to his chest as we walk back out. I sigh once we do and see Vinny. "H-hey Vin." I smile softly. "Oh shit! What's up doll?" He turns around and I shrug shifting one on of my legs. "Let's get in the car before you get cold." Marcel mumbles. He sets me in the backseat with him as we drive.

I lean my head against the window as I try and sleep. Crying can make you sleepy!

I feel marcels hands grip my waist as he sets me closer to him and letting me lean against him.

His suit jacket smells like the mint I smelt months ago when we met. A hint of honey or not I just know it smells sweet. I'm sure Marcel Zabelle is a dangerous man. I don't know what I'm doing here. In a car with him as I slowly fall asleep on his shoulder. Going to his house!

  But then again it sort of felt right to me. I don't see the wrong but I'm sure I'll see it one day. But everyone does things they don't mean or want to but they do! Everyone deserves a chance. Even the big grumpy pine tree.

  I smile softly at my new nickname for him.

Morning hits me with a big nothing. I shift peacefully in a nice silky bed. The heat was on and it felt amazing! I lift the blankets more over me. As I try and go back to sleep but once I wake up I have the urge to use the bathroom.
Once I got up I knew I was in his room. It smelt like him!

   I sit up slowly and look down at my outfit. I feel my body knowing I'm wearing the same under garments just not the same clothes. I slowly walk to the mirror seeing my body fit in a pair of black Nike sweatpants and a long blank shirt. Slowly lifting the shirt up I smell the fresh minty smell.

  I shake it away and go to the bathroom.

  Once I get out I quickly make the bed feeling bad. "Done." I mumble fixing the pillow. "Good morning chaton." A voice comes out. I quickly turn to see Marcel just standing in the door way. My heart was racing from the scare but I'm sure he didn't mean it.

  "G-good morning." I mumble looking away. "How are you feeling?" He asks walking over to me tilting my head. "Uh.." I start but quickly stop as I feel his hands run through my hair. Goosebumps pop out through my arms and my face heats up. He hums telling me to start.

"I'm okay." I whisper as I feel him tie a low lazy bun for me. I can't lie and say him running his hands through my hair didn't feel good! It did... "let's eat, hm?" He pulls away but I frown. My face drops a bit hiding the frown as I nod. He puts his hand on my lower back directing me to the kitchen.

  We see Vinny practically naked in the kitchen eating Froot Loops. "Wow no warning? You know it's very rude to invade someone else's privacy!" He gasps and I can't help but laugh. I muffle it by shifting my head into Marcel's sweatshirt. "va changer de vêtements.." He mumbles. Wind is felt while he walks past us.

(Go change your clothes)

  I can't help but giggle from his words but continue to walk. "I can make food! I-in return for bringing me here. I don't know if it was your bedroom b-but thank you for letting me sleep here... I hope I wasn't a reck last night. My fe- shut up." He interrupts walking into the pantry. I nod "okay uh cool.." Sitting on the stool.

   He was so tense it didn't make sense. "Im back!" We hear behind us and Vin quickly spins in the stool beside me. "Hi Vinny." I smile. "I can't believe you brought a- shut up." Marcel glares. "Someone's grumpy." I tease. "Do you need a hug Marcel? I've been told I'm very good at them." I hum.

   His hold on the pantry door loosens but his stare intensified. "No." And he walks back into it. "I would like a hug! No one gives physical touch and I ma'am am very touch deprived." He sighs and I gasp. "ne la touche pas." Marcel says. He puts his finger over his mouth and I tilt my head in confusion.

I soon realize that meant no. We silently hug each other and I squish my face into his chest and he sighs. "This is nice." He mumbles and I can't help but laugh.
"I told you I give good hugs." I hum pulling away. He chuckles but we soon stop when we see a straight yet angry Marcel.

(Don't touch her.)