New Year's Eve

CHAPTER 4

Marcel

"You have reached Helena. Unfortunately, the caller does not want to talk to you. Leave a message and maybe I'll pass it on."

I look at Helena and can barely contain my laughter. She looks so discouraged, but no longer tries to get her gadget back.

"What the hell?", resents Fred, that's his name, "Who is this, and where is Helena."

"I'm Marcel, and Helena's in the shower right now. But even when she comes back, I don't think she'll talk to you. She's too exhausted after... You don't need to know that, though."

I winked at the brunette sitting next to me, and then dropped the call.

"You're crazy", the girl says, trying unsuccessfully not to smile herself.

"This moron shouldn't be calling you all the time. If you wanted his company, you were still together."

"That's a good point", she laughs openly now.

Fred didn't seem to take the hint, because the phone in my hand came back to life.

"He's stubborn", I answered the phone again, "It wasn't clear from the first time that Heli wasn't going to talk to you."

"Listen to me", my conversation partner snorted angrily, "I don't know what you think you're doing, but you have no right to interfere with my communication with Helena. I want to talk to my wife. I want to talk to my wife right now."

He's yelling so loud into the phone that the girl sitting next to me can hear every word. She clearly doesn't like what the bastard is saying. And in a second she smiles at me sweetly and says in a gentle voice.

"Honey, who was that on the phone?"

I understand from the angry sigh, the jerk heard everything. I decide to play along with the baby.

"It's no big deal, Marshmallow, your ex won't let up."

"Damn son of a bitch, put Helena on the phone", I can't help laughing.

"For your information, Freddy, Helena is my fiancée now, and you lost any rights a long time ago. I advise you not to call this number again."

And then I press "hang up". And Helena and I laugh together.

"I can imagine the look on his face", the marshmallow is still smiling.

"I hope your ex is smart enough not to call anymore", I tell her and hand the phone back. He's not smart at all, because the phone starts ringing again. I want to take back the annoying gadget, but Helena doesn't give me a chance and answers the phone.

"Good evening, Fred", the girl says, greeting me discreetly, hiding her smile, "I really couldn't answer the phone", I hear the jerk babbling nervously into the phone.

"No, it's not a prank", my marshmallow answers after a few minutes, "Why would someone who calls himself my fiancé be a prank."

Her words fill my insides with a strange warmth. From the very first minute next to her, I feel different. It's like my heart comes alive. I love that feeling. That's why I didn't let her just walk away. I want to get to know this girl better.

"Fred, I don't understand your complaints at all. I don't owe you anything, and I certainly don't have to report on my personal life", I can see how angry the little girl is getting. It's time to put a stop to this circus. I move closer to Helena, so the jerk on the other end of the phone can hear everything.

"Baby, stop talking, we have to go", my face is a few centimeters away from hers, then I put my hand on her knee and slowly move my hand upward. She lets out a long groan and looks at me in bewilderment.

"Marcel, I...", I feel her breathing quicken. I take my hand off her knee and wink happily. She seemed to understand what I wanted to do, "Ahhh," the brunette moaned loudly, causing a wild wave of arousal in my body. Even I didn't count on that. "What the fuck?" the jerk yells into the phone speaker, "Sorry, Fred," her voice is intermittent and quiet, "I can't talk anymore."

She drops the call and turns to me.

"Did I do well?", She smiles a thirty-two and licks her plump lips. Damn, baby, don't do that.

"Even I believed it, Marshmallow", I answer the girl gravely.

"Really?", she doesn't believe me.

"I could prove that I'm telling the truth, but that would be too much", I look at her meaningfully, and after a minute the girl guesses what I'm talking about.

"Pervert", she exclaimed too forcefully, trying to hide the treacherous smile on her lips. I laugh as the pout pouts, pretending to be offended.

"We're here, ma chérie", I stop the car in front of the hotel, "I hope you won't stay long."

"I might not come back at all after your boorish prank", she tries to be serious.

"You didn't mind a few minutes ago", I reminded her.

"You're so weird, Marcel", she finally stops resisting.

"Why do I think you like it?"

She doesn't answer, just gets out of the car in silence. But before she can slam the door, she says:

"I'll be back in ten minutes."

"I'll wait for you here, Marshmallow."

The girl walks briskly towards the hotel. And I can't stop smiling as I look after her. It's so weird. We've known each other for a little over an hour, and I feel like I've known this brunette forever.