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Jennifer POV

"I'm fine Nora." He says in a flat tone. "I can't believe you are here." Vinny smiles at me picking me up. I laugh softly to not create any attention. He finally sets me down and Marcel was digging into my soul. "Me and Jennifer have some unfinished business." Marcel hums gripping my arm. "Dang, good luck doll." Vinny sighs patting my shoulder. "Who's that?" I hear the girl ask as we walk out.

Marcel brings me to his room, and I sigh with comfort as I slowly sit on his bed. "Oh wait! I- oh crap I didn't mean to walk in with my shoes on! And then sit in your bed- holy crap." I gasp face palming. He just shakes his head quickly getting on his knee. Flashback from when he tied my shoe in front of everyone...

"Sir... y-you don't..." I give up knowing he wouldn't stop. I was wearing knee highs from my boots, so it was okay. He kisses my inner thigh and I gasp. "Marcel!" I squeak from his actions, but he just hums standing back up. "Repeat what you said to me outside." He demands. "I can't..." I whimper looking down knowing what I said was inappropriate. "Yes, you can, you're a good girl for daddy." He says in my ear leaning down. I shrink into the bed. "Fine! I-I.. I said "thank you d-daddy" i whisper and he hums with satisfaction.

"Beautiful." He comments and soon backs away to his closet. "Marcel." I mumble and he hums "who was that girl? She w-was um really pretty." I ask with a small smile. "Someone who is irrelevant to my life now." I hear sigh as he walks out with some casual clothes. Sweatpants and no top. No top...

"D-don't you have company s-sir?" I ask looking away to keep my face from reddening. "Do you want to go be with them?" He asks walking over and I quickly shake my head. "No thank you..." I whisper playing with my messy hair. "Would you like to change too?" He asks commenting on my shorts and I nod. "Yes please." I say lowly.

Gosh I love the smell of his clothes. A smell could arouse me. Seriously? Freaking flipper!

I try and keep his sweatpants up, but they kept falling to my waist. A Plus from my curves? I leave my crop top on leaving the room of my curves to show. I'm not much of a show but I'm comfortable around Marcel. I sigh walking out seeing marcels back.

His muscles were flexing, and his tattoos were swirling around his skin as he moved. The colorful tattoos sucking me in as it could practically tell the story behind it.

"Come with me ch-" he's stunned. My eyebrows furrow from confusion. Did I not look nice? "Merde." He groans rubbing his eyes. "You will put this on while we are outside of this room." He says Handing me a sweatshirt. I frown, did he not like how I looked. I made sure to hide my emotions and nod as I slide it on. I slide on some new socks then we walk out! "We grab and go, no talking nor chitchat." He instructs and I nod.

He walks me into the kitchen, and he takes out a marble cake and ice cream with some twinkies. "I- let's go." He hums grabbing some spoons. "Wow! Can we get some?" We hear and he just pushes me along. He dumps the stuff into the bed. "Wait I'll grab pl- no." He walks out. I slide off the sweatshirt as it was hot!

It took a while for him to come back and when he did, he looked annoyed. He closes his eyes once he saw me clenching his jaw. "Are you okay? Do you not like how I look? I'm- God no Jennifer. Merde." He groans gripping my waist. Marcel quickly pulls me to a mirror. "Do you see this?" He asks pointing to my curves and I nod. His hands land on both sides of my body. A lot of the time my mom used to liked me to hide them. "Beautiful." He hums.

It went from my face, chest, arms, fingers, thighs, legs, butt, and even my hair.

My body was buzzed with emotions and my face was bright red. "You're making me become obsessed with just kissing you." He groans in my ear. "Marcel." I slap his hand from my butt, "ice cream will melt." I mumble walking away from all this compliments. "T-thank you but stop complimenting me.." I whisper sitting on the bed. He shakes his head and shoves me into his lap as we made our own plates of ice cream and cake.

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