Mr. Make-Believe (An Urban, Chic-lit Novel)

Chapter 25: I Do, I Don't

Audrey sat up in bed with her back against the headboard and her laptop resting on her thighs. She'd been staring at her blank word document page for at least an hour.

It was official, she'd obtained writer's block and she blamed it all on Corey.

It was the day of the renewal and Audrey figured, since she'd woken up in the middle of the night not being able to sleep, she figured she would take her mind of the impending renewal Ceremony and drown out her thoughts in her novel.

But she couldn't. After coming to the sudden realization that Corey was just like her sex crazed, no good fictional character Cole, her novel seemed unoriginal now. She couldn't think of anything else to write. Not even come up with a juicy sexual scene.

She folded her arms over her breasts and looked down at a sleeping Marcus. He was turned on his back with one arm above his head, the other laying on his naked chest and his mouth opened wide enough to catch flies. And to her, he couldn't have looked any more adorable. She slightly smiled, silently thankful that he agreed to accompany her to the Ceremony. She just knew she was gonna be one of those sour bitches at the singles table with a 'fuck your happiness' face staring at what could have been her man. She lightly touched his face then turned back to her blank screen.

She thought she wanted a man who was as sexual and a bad boy as Cole, but she should have taken heed to what she asked for.

But was it bad that she still ached for him? He left her body alive and momentarily satisfied that night even if it was completely wrong.

So wrong that it felt so right.

She sighed, more loudly than she should have unknowingly waking up Marcus until he spoke.

In a raspy voice, he squinted his eyes from the blinding light of her laptop as if it was the sun itself.

"Hey, what's with the bright light?" He asked his voice sounding like he swallowed a handful of sand. Audrey could even smell the light stench of morning breath but didn't mention it. She couldn't say anything, hers was a lot worse.

"Oh sorry, I couldn't sleep so, I decided to write a chapter for my book, but that doesn't seem to be working."

"I didn't know you were a writer." He said rubbing his eyes. "Professionally?"

Audrey nodded her head. She had forgotten her and Marcus really hadn't had a real conversation like most people do when they meet each other. They never really sat down and talked about each other's lives and what goes on in it. They kind of just hopped into the sex and forgot about the rest. "Yep, erotica."

"Erotica huh? That explains why the hell you so damn freaky. I still can feel the handcuff marks around my wrist fucking with you." He said chuckling to himself. He'd never done anything like that until last night and he couldn't believe how much it turned him on that she was able to take complete control like that. She wouldn't even let him come after fifteen minutes of the most torturous pleasurable fun he's ever had. The thought alone of her slick tongue on his shaft had him poking through his boxers under the covers.

Audrey deviously smiled at the memory. It was what she liked.

"Hey, I like what I like."

"And I like what you like too."

"Oh really?" Audrey asked sultry.

"Matter of fact since we're both up, why don't you show me more of that freaky side?" He now had stolen Audrey's attention and she was more down to show him exactly what he wanted. Maybe it would inspire her next chapter.