Pleasing

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Marcel POV

"Where the fuck are we going to find a 600-million-dollar necklace? Without a fucking brand? It's handmade! By whom?" Amari groans. "He knew about it so- shit! What if we go back to that house, act like we some company or whatever's and get into the house. Wall inspector or something!" He snaps his hand on his thigh and stands up. "That doesn't sound bad." I mumble.

"So here's the photo." Tavante rummages out a few copies.

"3 diamonds necklace, silver, blue diamonds with some distance in it. You see the small specks those are just circled diamonds. Those are each 200k. Break them apart, bam." He snickers going over it.

I nod and look back up seeing Nora come in. "Hello boys." She smiles going on me and vins side of the table. "Marcel." She purrs. "Ce n'est pas le moment de sortir."I mumble glaring at her. I keep my contact with her before I see that twitch in her eyebrows. That nervousness I get her in.

(Now is not the time, get out)

"No." She pouts sitting on my arm of the chair. "Nora." Tavante warns. "Get the fuck out." He yells and she groans before getting up. "Marcel I'll be making a nap in your bed!" She squeals shutting the door.

I always keep my door locked.

I run my hand over my face scratching at my overgrown beard. It's been two months since I've shaved. Shit.

We all went in the living room but I quickly walked to my room making sure she's not in. And there she was in my fucking bed. "Nora De'vanche!" I growl shoving the blankets off her. She knew what she was doing.

Her ass was hanging out. She had the nerve to sleep in my bed half naked? Fuck. "D calm down." She groans plopping her head back down. "

She always calls me D and I hate it. Short for "daddy." I could feel my blood boil. I fucking hate the nickname because we aren't together, we never were!

"My room is not a hotel, get the fuck out." I walk to the side of the bed and lean down into her ear. "Nora, if you don't get out, I will throw your ass out this house. Naked or not." I warn and she opens her eyes.

"Fine." She rolls her eyes and stands up sliding on her dress. Nora sighs and stares at me "that new girl is weird." She shrugs before walking out. I shake my head.

Jennifer.

I walk back over and remake my bed nicely. I like coming back to a nice bed that I can just lay into. Sappy or not I like clean shit. I'm tidy and organized.
I change into more casual clothes and walk out.

It's 4 in the morning but how can I resist not getting one good chance at seeing my Chaton.

I drive to her apartment and call her but no answer. Sleeping probably. I walk up the stairs and quickly unlock the door knowing where they put it. She told me it not me finding it.

No I lied- I found out the key design and created a new one for me to have. Safety reasons.

But I heard talking so I knock before coming in. A female was on the couch with a head down Jennifer. "Jennifer." I say and she mumbles something. "Are y- Marcel!" She lifts her head and smiles. She hiccups and I furrow my eyebrows.

Call it denial but I couldn't think of ever seeing Jennifer drunk.

"She's been having a very rough day and night. She's been talking about you. But this is the most she's talked at all recently. No eating, no drinking except for now, no talking, no interaction." She whispers to me. "I'm really worried." Crossing her arms looking down at the blabbering Jennifer. "How long?" I ask. "I-I.. she went from the hospital to here and I was at work. I'm not sure how much she drank o-or when it started. I called her brothers because I-" she sighs taking a deep breathe. "She's going to have another episode and only they know how to-to fix it?" She was freaking out but she was able to calm her self down.

  Her gaze turns to Jennifer and she rolls on the couch groaning.

" I'll leave you too alone, I'll be in my room." She smiles softly before getting up and leaving.

I've never handled a drunk Jennifer.
I rub her back and she wipes her tears muffling a few words. "Baby.." I whisper and she stays silent. I get up filling one of the glasses with water and setting it next to her on the table. "Go away." She whispers pushing the water away.
 
  She had only a shirt on and her hair was let out causing it to drop over her face.

"I need you to drink your water." I say rubbing her back and she sighs. "Flip off Marcel." Her voice was harsh and filled with attitude. It seems she's closed off when intoxicated.

   I won't lie and say my jaw didn't tick hearing her give attitude. I pull her chin to look at me. "Jennifer drink your water before I do it for you." I warn and she furrows her eyebrows. "You don't- I-" she glared at me thinking she said a full on sentence. She didn't.

  "I won't tell you again." I say letting her chin go and I see her grab the glass. She finishes the glass and she sighs. Her lip was quivering and her body was slightly shaking. I didn't know what the fuck to do.
I don't do this!

   I close my eyes taking a deep breathe. I hate seeing Jennifer cry. She ends up sleepy and having a headache. I don't want her feeling pain, especially emotionally.

   The only thing I knew what helped her surprisingly was me speaking to her in French. "Pas de larmes s'il vous plait. respire pour moi." I mumble. At first I would talk in French out of habit and panic.

   A pure, beautiful, heart warming girl like Jennifer. I just crave to block her off from negativity. I may be dangerous but not towards her. I would kill for her to have happiness. I could feel my hands clench and my body automatically tensed.

  She shakes her head and stands up walking away. "G-go home Marcel." She whispers with a hiccup. But I was quick enough to get in her room before she shut it.

"Marcel! I- please.. leave me alone. I need.. time." Her was quivering and tears were falling down her face. I shake my head taking her into my arms. I couldn't care if she didn't have panties on or undergarments. I lift her up and I made her comfortable with me on the bed. "I'm not leaving." I whisper.

    "Marcel, le- let- you... you! I'm naked! You big OLE PERV!" She mumbles rubbing her face. I ignore her comments completely and pat her hair down. I had one of her last hair Ties with me so I wrapped her messy hair into a messy bun. Beautiful.
    As I fix her bun she smashes her lips into mine. I was shocked, taken back, fucked. I grab her jaw pulling away. "You're drunk, Je ne peux pas faire ça." I say with a clenched jaw.

(I can't do this)

"Your drunk.. blah blah blah. It's just kissing you dum dum." She rolls her eyes I grab her jaw pulling her back to me. "What'd you call me?" I ask in her ear, say it.

I dare her to say it. Repeat it.

She shifts on me and I know what she's doing. "Stop, that won't work on me darling." My hands grab her hips settling her down.
"Ohhh! I like when you call me darling. It's so cute and hot." She giggles before hiding in my chest. I rub her back but she quickly pops back up. So I pull her off me and I turn off the lights.

I knew for her to calm down I had to give her the gentle and soft attention. I wrapped her around my arms as she lays her head on my chest. Rubbing her back gently.

She smelt different. Almost like coconut or almond, maybe both.

"I messed up so badly.. she got hurttt! Fu- Marcel.. Mm. Mm a monster" she hiccups pushing away from me. I was confused but I knew it wasn't my place to know.

"Daddy..." she sobs sitting up laying her head on my shoulder. I rub her back knowing that's always helps her.
She would not stop slurring and pouting. She put up a good 10 minute fight before giving in and falling asleep. "Good girl." I praise before kissing her head.

She is going to be the fucking death of me.