Can't Break a Broken Heart

Chapter 17

There was something about wearing dresses that put me in a pissy mood. Not sure if it's because of how uncomfortably itchy they are or the bottom half of it that does it for me. Either way, I had a strong hate for wearing dresses. And tonight, I am wearing a shimmery black backless cocktail dress. There was a slit that stopped right before the line of my panties being able to show off the entirety of my leg.

My hair was loosely hanging in white curls that to this day I still struggle to maintain. Echo had applied a light amount of makeup. Or in her words no makeup at all since I only let her do mascara, eyeliner, and smoky red lip color. She has been having similar complications with my extremely unruly hair.

Carlos, Marcus, and Kuria have now entered my bedroom waiting for us girls to finish. Irena was using the second mirror to do the last touches of the night. Echo was giving up on the curls as I grew tired and impatient. Carlos immediately sat on my bed while Kuria roamed around silently looking at my belongings.

The light touch of Marcus' hand from him grabbing my hair sent a shiver and a bolt of electricity that reached down to my stomach causing an outburst of butterflies. His large hands gently pulled my hair up twisting until it wouldn't go any further before he made it into a loose bun. His fingers twirled a few strands to frame my face. Grabbing the chair he twirled it around so my eyes were now facing his stomach.

Slowly my eyes crept up his upper body. Taking in the way he looked so fucking handsome in an all-black suit. The clothing hugged his every muscle as if it was tailored just for him. Reaching his face I now saw the sly smirk on his lips as he was looking back down at me. His dark orbs sucked the very breath I was already struggling to pull from my lungs. They were now slowly inching down my body taking in every last detail. They held the hunger of a starving animal.

The shiver I wanted to shake out of me was suppressed after many silent minutes of attempts. His eyes stopped at the slit of my dress as they were now glued to the ever-so-tiny sliver of my black laced panties. Marcus' eyes shot back up to mine before another smirk appeared on his face.

He bent down to graze his lips against my ear. I had no chance of keeping another shiver going unnoticed. "Any man that even dares to look at what's mine tonight will never see tomorrow's sunrise. Any man that tries to touch what's mine will seize to exist." An animalistic snarl made my body tense. "Any man who talks to what's mine without my permission will have his voice box ripped from his damn throat."

Marcus straightened out as he eyed my silent reaction. The glare I was sending him was full of nothing but hatred and anger.

How the fuck does he dare to claim me as his like I'm some sort of object. Damn bastard, I'll show you who fucking claims me. Nobody!

Another smirk from him before he walks out without as much as a word to anyone else. My eyes followed him out as I never stopped glaring. I was hoping for some superhuman ability to kick in at that moment to laser him or melt the back of his head. Groaning I rolled them as neither happened and he walked out.

Irena giggled running up to crouch next to me while everyone was silently watching us. "So what did he say?"

Rolling my eyes again I scoffed. "He had the balls to tell me that anybody who even so much as breaths in my fucking direction will die." My hands went up into the air. "What in the fucking hell is wrong with that damn psycho?"

Carlos was now chuckling standing from the bed. "I knew he had it bad for you, but I didn't know it was that much."

My glare now rested on him as Marcus' friend I still have taken time to learn his name walked in. He smirked at me giving Carlos the stink eye. His attention snapped up to someone walking into my room.