Pleasing

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Jennifer POV

I sit across the room with Vinny as I watch Marcel play cards with the guys. Almost everyone Was talking in French, which was weird, but Vinny made sure to talk to me with Amari. "Put it down!" I glare playfully at them as they grab another bottle of alcohol.

   Nora walks back into the room and slowly walks to Marcel.

Makes me automatically think about movies. A woman who wants to look sexy, so they walk slow, swaying their hips making it obvious. Putting one foot after the other. Then she has the audacity to make a pouty face to Marcel. From the behind she wraps her arms around his chest, literally.
  Her hands wander down his chest, she's literally macking him.

Marcels slowly takes her hands off him so he leans forward. We could all see her whisper in his ear. "Aye can we get some of that left over cake?" Amanuel walks over sliding a chair in-front of me. He sets his chin down once he gets situated on the back of the chair. "Sure." I smile getting up to get the stuff, I grab the cake with the plastic on it and some bowls we never used with the plastic forks.

  "Do you need help?" I hear behind me while I slowly balance the bowls on the cake plastic. Amanuel. "I- hmm, yes." I chuckle thinking I got it. I slowly back up but almost drop the items. He grabs the items and my back to sturdy me. "Oh shit! You good?" He asks and I nod he chuckles and grabs the cake as I take the bowls and utensils.

   We walk back and I quickly swipe off the frosting that was smudged onto my shirt. I giggle as we walk out wiping my mouth. I giggle as I quickly smudge some frosting on Amanuels cheek. "Did you just..." he stops mid doorway and I giggle walking past him. I felt a quick poke into my back, and I gasp. I slap his plastic fork out his hand. "You lost fork privileges." I huff walking to the 2 men.

  I sat down and I felt eyes on me, and it was no other than Marcel. His eyes were staring right into my eyes. Nora was trying to talk to him, rubbing his shoulder. "Aye, cake please?" Vinny pinches my arm and I gasp. "Okay okay gee!" I pout handing the cake over. Nora was trying to slide into his lap, and he lets her.

   He actually lets her.
My heart sort of pings and my stomach drops. What?

"Okay okay, 23. You get 23 bites." Amari smiles shrugging. "No! It's my cake." I frown and he just stares at me before taking a big bite into my cake.

HEY! Not my butt, just the cake on the table.

"Wait we gotta get a bite in for the birthday girl. Open." Amanuel slaps Amaris chest.

Amanuels hands had so much last scars covered with slight tattoos and rings it was fascinating. He was wearing a tank top showing a little, no, a lot of his chest tattoos. He literally has 3 lip stick tattoos on his neck. Those kissy ones which made me laugh. In my head laugh.
   His hair was curled, his Hispanic side it seems. I wonder if he's Puerto Rican too. Probably not if he's with the French group. His eyes were light brown were nice eyelashes with a nose ring. His teeth were so white! His fanged teeth had a nice gem.
On its top left.

I blink seeing he quickly makes eye contact with me. "Aye the little bunny was checking me out..." he smirks poking my side and I gasp feeling my cheeks get hot. "Ha ha no I was not. I was observing." I glare "I did it to you, Amari, obviously Vinny. He's the cutest." I tease hugging Vinny and he gasps. "Yeah!" He screams flexing his muscles. "She likes me more than you big guy, what are you going to do?" He smirks at Amanuel, and he just scoffs.

    "Vin!" Marcel shouts at him sending a glare seeing as Nora was off him. She was sat close drinking her wine. Her hair falling in her shoulder. Her eyes following to me with a smug look. I slowly detach from Vin. "What's wrong?" I ask lowly, "no touching?" He glared and I gape at him confused. "You- I- what? Marcel..." I ramble confused. He gets up and grabs my arm pulling me up. "Z, come on it was a joke..." Amari sighs but he ignored it dragging me along. We end upstairs into his room, and he shuts the door.

   "What was that shit?" He asks with an angered face. "What do you mean marcel?" I ask him instead. "You are touching him, checking every single guy out like that!" He groans pointing to the door. "I- I wouldn't do that to you marcel. I hugged h-him that was it! It was a teasing joke to Amanuel..." I look up at him hiding my shaking fingers.

I gulp "I... ugh! Come on Marcel. You had Nora on your lap, you let her roam her hands on your chest- not even! She had her hands in your hair! She had you." I sigh shaking my head. My lip trembles and I could feel the tears roll into my eyes, but I blink them away. He faces palms, "chaton. At that point I got annoyed she wouldn't leave me alone- I want to go home please." I mumble pulling at his hoodie.

   "Chaton, you're not leaving." He steps forward and I shake my head. I'll get an Uber. "Marcel what you did hurt! You're my first ever... first every everything. Oh flip, we aren't even dating! I don't have the right to-to be uhm... jealous and neither do you! Okay? I-I.. we it's confusing now." I confess. I felt deflated.

  I liked thinking to myself well Marcel is mine, I'm his. He likes me! I like him. I thought we were going to become something! Just... something. Anything.

"Then let's- no! Not now! I don't want you making a mistake make you realize "oh shoot, I need to make it official, so she doesn't leave." I shriek annoyed.

Annoyed for what at this point?

"It's a mistake. Yes, you're correct and I'm sorry. I don't really know why I did that. Okay? Merde, I don't want you to think everything I told you was a lie too. I will, Marcel Zabell, make you, my girlfriend. My wife. The mother to my kids. My everything." He speaks.

  He's saying it without touching me. He just stares right into my eyes. Almost determined.

"I hate knowing any, doesn't matter who... touching you. For fucks sake seeing Amanuel have the audacity to go with you into my bedroom is him asking to die. I would- doesn't matter." He sighs rubbing his face and jaw. I swallow the lump in my throat, "Marcel, I want to be friends with those people. E-even with them having a bad side. Vinny is someone wh-who I can trust... he wouldn't touch me like that, you know it." I frown grabbing his hand.

  "Jennifer, that's me. I'm selfish with you. When it comes to you, fuck, I'm obsessed." He says with a clenched jaw. "I don't care who it is, I don't like the fact that someone is trying, going, or even to touch you! What's mine is mine. I don't- I hate sharing." His gaze down at me is dark and gloomy. With a bit of force.

  "Well, wouldn't you be able to have your own touch with me? You touch things others can't." I put my hands on my hips with a dark blush. He smirks nodding closing his eyes. "Baby, I'll touch every part of your body." He teases and I widen my eyes looking away.

  His hand cups my jaw and makes me look up at him. "Jennifer, I truly am sorry for how I acted tonight. I can't lie.. and-and not say that isn't me. It is me!" Marcels voice was almost a whisper with that raspiness.

"It wasn't okay... but it was a hiccup." I mumble looking up at him with a smile small. He kisses my forehead with a hum.