Pleasing

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JENNIFER POV

I shimmy out the dress and quickly strip from the lingerie. I almost trip over the pile but grab the drawer handle.

Marcel was making some food to eat. He's adorable...

I was about to walk out all naked but he was quick to press me back into the room. "Mm.. hungry." I whimper looking up at him. "Baby, you cannot walk around naked in my house. There are men and-and just fuck- women everywhere." He grabs a shirt of his and pulls it over my head.

I lick my bottom lip and giggle. "Mm... you're hot." I say and he just chuckles at me. The plate was filled with fruit and a nice egg, peppers plus extra crap omelet. I gasp and wrap my arms around Marcel!

"You! You, daddy, mister, um- Marcel are thee best! It looks so good." I jump up all happy! "Calm down princess." He hums setting it down.

Marcel leads me to the bathroom and helps me detangle my hair. His heavy lidded eyes showing his tiredness.
Once done with my hair and brushing my teeth before washing my face. My mind realizes something.

"I thought you were... you were going to touch me tonight." I whimper as I see him set in between my legs.

I like when he touches me.

My hands roam his upper body tracing his sculpted body. "You're... hot. Sexy smexy shexy pine tree! Mmmy daddy!" I giggle trying to give him kisses but he quickly moves away.

"I thought..." I pout

"I said it was for good girls." He reminds and I frown as tears form. "B-but..." I stopped as I see him give the glare. "But I am! I deser- you're drunk. You drank without even thinking! Someone could've fuckin' grabbed you. Anything could've happened with you princess. I saw that little dancing of yours." Marcel was tense and he finally set the rag down. "I'm- no princess." He guides me to the bed.

"I'm a good girl!" I protest but he just presses his hand more on my back. My hand pushes his arm away and I turn to face him. "You are not sober. You are needy for touch." Marcel says with gritted teeth. "So what?" But I don't get a response.

I frown and look down as he settles me in the bed.
"I hope you had fun but I know tomorrow you won't. Just rest princess. Sleep in. We can stay in bed all day if you feel like it." Marcel coos letting me get comfy in his arms.

He was right though.

He watched me eat every bite of the little snack he had made for me and gave me a glass of water.

I kept trying and trying to get him too give in.

But he never did.

Hannah Montana was playing in the back as I fell asleep.

                                  Morning

My head was pounding as I stir myself awake. My vision comes into focus as I see it's only 9:30 something.

I ignore it and whine trying to go back to sleep. I pull the covers over me knowing I wouldn't be able to.

I wish I didn't drink last night.

That was so not a good idea.

Once I was awake I saw the two tablets ready for me to drink. I unscrew my water bottle and swallow it.

I close my eyes and take deep breathes knowing my migraine was harsh. My stomach growls and I sigh seeing no Marcel next to me.

As I stand up nausea hits me and I quickly go into the bathroom and let everything run out. Am I dying? I'm definitely not pregnant cause I had my period like 2 weeks ago.

I wipe my mouth and flush the toilet feeling disgusting. My stomach churns even more with hunger yet the thought of food aches me!

I wash my face, brush my teeth, and put lotion on. After,
I tip toed to the kitchen hearing the two men. Marcel and Vinny.

"I've never seen her drunk..." Vinzel murmurs. "She's... touchy and emotional when drunk. I've seen her drunk one other time. This time was just her not realizing what she was doing. The first was an impulsive and trying to stop pain. Last night... I don't know what the fuck' she was thinking." Marcel sighs turning the pot off as the squeak noise is made.

"I'll make her tea, bring her food, I'm sure she'll want all the lights off, coldness in the room. Attention." He sighs causing me to smile softly. "How sw- ow! Holy shit!" Vinzel shouts hearing a slap. "Shut the fuck up. She's sleeping." Marcel says but I quickly walk in view and smile.

"No-" oh boy... my voice was practically gone. "I'm.. I'm. Awake." I clear my throat knowing nothing helped. Marcels fingers find the switch dimming the lights. "Your voice." He comments handing me a cup of warm water. He gives me a few choices of tea and lends me the honey bottle. I smile softly at his... effort.

I look at the tag from the tea bag.

Why and try to fix past problems and mistakes when you can fix on the present and learn.

Interesting!

My throat warms from the liquid a hint of lemon and honey. "Poor little boss." Vinny frowns and pats my shoulder. I close my eyes and rub my temples. My head was having 10 different pulses at once. "Tavante needs me..." Vinzel mumbles looking down at his phone. He gives a small smile before answering his phone and walking out.

"Princess." Marcel mumbles leaning on the counter. "Yes?" I ask and he sighs. My voice not sounding good. It hurt.

"You sound sick." He says and I frown. My body did feel a bit... sore. Sensitive to coldness. My nose stuffy. The harsh swallow sensation. My nose pressure.

I look away and whine wanting to deny the truth. "Drink your tea babygirl." He instructs as he looks in the fridge. He runs his hand through his hair and beard. It was silent.

  Marcel takes out bacon but I shake my head. "Can you make... an omelet again? Please." I whisper. He nods his head and puts the bacon back.

My eyes just watched him cut some peppers and crack the eggs. His back flexing with every movement. Crap. Just watching him makes me tingle!

  Once he let the eggs cook he created a list of things he needed to get. He didn't want the sickness to get worse...

"Anything else you need?" He asks and I think. "Twinkies." I smile softly and he raises an eyebrow. I couldn't help but let a soft laugh. Ouch! He tilts his head still silent. "Please." I bite my lip and look at him through my lashes. I could see him visibly let out a sigh and quickly write something down. Hehe. That look always works.

    Vinny comes back down and snatches the list from his hand but I could hear Vinny hiss at the hit from Marcel. "À quoi cela serait-il ?" He gasps and I was confused. Marcel leans against the counter showing his annoyance. "Ne pas arracher. Je peux couper cette main." Was all he said causing Vinzel to lower his gaze and mumble a sorry and leave.

( what was that for? )
( don't snatch. I can cut that hand off. )

"Don't be-be rude." I frown at his harshness. He slides the warm plate over and just shakes his head. "I'm still in charge of him. I can be soft with you baby. But not others." Marcel explains. My stomach gets warm from the food and his words.

I cut a small piece and give him the fork and he shakes his head but I frown. "Please?" I whisper and he simply eats the piece of masterpiece. He was a very good cook.
He comes behind me soon after squeezing my hips and kissing my cheek. "When you're done we need to talk, hm?" Marcel says softly making me to turn around with furrowed eyebrows. "Why? Are-are you break- no babygirl. Jamais." He hisses at my quick response.

( never )

"Oh. Okay.." I turn back around causing him to quickly put the hair into a low messy bun and soon walk towards his office.