The plan.

Chapter 9: sexy and mysterious

As I was saying, someone is approved my apartment complex. I have a while before they arrive, five minutes at most. So I clean up any messes I have. Other than a little blood, my apartment is sparkling clean. I still feel as if it could be cleaner, but it's only five minutes. For all I know they couldn't even be coming for me. But I have a feeling that it's for me. Perhaps a new friend for tonight. Perhaps Henry's friend, or family.

Nah.

Just as I was lost in thought, while cleaning up the very small amount of blood. I say small, but it isn't. A puddle on my beautiful hardwood floors. It smells like metallic in the apartment. Definitely small compared to last time. There is a knock at the door. I spray a bit of purfume around my apartment. And quickly light a candle. Though both don't help much. I groan, not really wanting to talk to anyone today. I approach the door, and slowly open it. Shit.
I'm still in my fucking pajamas. The white, and black dye stained t-shirt, and the fucking underwear. Oh well. Too late. I stare at the person at the door, processing who the hell could be at my apartment at 10am.

Right did I mention I skipped the mission Apollo requested me to do? On my little 'new me' spree last night. Having regrets.
Why you may ask? Because here stands one of the members, of Apollos little gang. Anything but little. Because wow. This man, phew. He's tall, at least 6'4 weighing at least 190, maybe more due to his big muscles. A Hispanic male, bald, but has a stubble. Many tattoos across his chest and arms, which are unfortunately hidden by a tight black t shirt. Which show those knee weakening muscles. He's wearing some dark blue jeans, haven't gotten a chance to look at his shoes. I'm assuming they are boots. Too busy looking into this oddly handsome man's eyes, which are brown. I don't know what to say. He has to be at least 30, maybe 45. Nothing in between. Neither of us speak, perhaps he's just as bad at socializing as me. Doubt it though, since he's in the Mafia. Yet again, I am too.

Finally, he speaks
"Julia?"
I stay silent for a moment, still staring at him. I gain the courage to glance at his shoes. I was completely wrong on what shoes, he's wearing... white air forces? Honestly didn't expect that. Not sure what to think. I quickly look up at his eyes again. I finally speak. "...Yeah?"
Awkward silence. He looks at me, I remember, yet again, that I'm in my pajamas. Killing myself.
"Apollo.. wants you." The sexy, mysterious man says. I hold back the urge to say something along the lines of "I want you." Thankfully I don't say it.
"Uh. Right. And... who are you?" Why am I so awkward? I am like, never like this. Confidence is at an all time low. Maybe it's the new hair?
"Marcus. You coming or what?"
I stare at him, processing what he is saying. Still distracted by him. I have a thing for men like him. Older, strong, not so much the bald, but I could totally fix that.
"Can I get dressed?" I say, rasing my hand a bit.
He just stares at me for a moment, after painful silence, speaking. "Yeah."

I let him in, and I head to my bedroom. Man. I thought I was awkward, but this man is almost as bad as me. What does stupid Apollo want anyway. Right. I skipped the mission. To be frank, his missions are boring. Like dude give me something good? I also kinda wanted to see his reaction. I know I shouldn't be playing with a Mafia boss like this. But it's funny. Done playing by the rules, I guess.

I was halfway through getting dressed, when sexy mysterious Marcus entered my room. I had slipped my bra on just in time. I looked at him, a little confused on what he wanted. Marcus pointed at his watch. I shook my head, and opened my dresser, now purposely taking forever. I think I like Marcus. Love at first sight. Joke. This isn't a romance novel. Maybe.
I want to know more about him, but, if it wasn't clear, were both kinda... awkward. Both not knowing what to say to eachother. I spoke up, deciding what to say. I couldn't care less I'm only wearing underwear and bra currently.
"What's the weather like?" I ask, so I know what I could find.
It's fall out now, it's clear by the constant winds, the leaves falling to the ground, and pumpkin spice everywhere. Which is probably the worst kind of coffee.
Marcus spoke up, I realize his voice is deep and husky, with a light Spanish sounding accent. I like it.
"It's windy. Cold. Currently 46°" he said. It almost sounded like Siri telling me what the weather was for today. I think he's socially awkward, which is weird considering what he does for a living.
He could totally rail me.
"Oh dang. Cold." I say, though I reach for one of my favorite shirts. Not much of a shirt. Because it's a tank top, that's cropped. I slide it on, adjusting it. I should get a bellybutton piercing. I search through my drawers for some pants. Maybe I should wear a flannel too. Nah.
"You say cold, but wear that?" He said, but it was kinda like a question. I can feel his eyes on me. I hope he's admiring my body. He's probably the only dude I don't feel like killing currently.
"...Yeah?" I say, grabbing some grey skinny jeans. I slide them on and button them up, also putting on a belt, which is black, with silver hoops. I throw my hair up into a ponytail. I'm loving my new black hair by the way. I fix my bangs, I don't really feel like wearing makeup today.
Marcus laughed, I look at him confused. I am currently now on the edge of my bed, putting on my socks. I just realized how un-normal it is for a random dude come into your room and watch you dress. But lately nothing is normal, plus he's like... really hot. I looked him up and down, taking in his appearance again. He's totally turned on by my body, it's clear by the bulge against his jeans. I smile.

I like having my way with men, but I think I'll keep this one waiting. He watched me as I put on my shoes, which I decided on white air forces, to match him. Though mine have a bit of blood on them. I wonder if he knows that I'm like... insane. I wonder what our babies would be like. Maybe I should test that theory. He asks to go to the bathroom, for obvious reason. The bathroom is connected to my room, and I can hear almost every noise he makes. So I just listen while I get ready. I realize it was chilly, and I go ahead and go for the stupid flannel. It's Grey and white. I fix my top so some cleavage shows, for both Apollo and Marcus. I care more about what Marcus thinks than Apollo, I just want to appease Apollo since I figured he's pissed. Marcus hasn't really told me anything. I'm sure he can't, or just doesn't know. I'm a little hot and bothered listening to him in the bathroom. I can hear a groan. At least he's done.

I wonder if his bald head gets cold in the winter. So I offer him a beanie, which he declines. And we leave my apartment, heading off to the base. I'm slightly agitated we didn't get to bang, and he decided to jerk it instead. I'm a little obsessed with men, if that wasn't clear enough.

"Where you from. You're clearly not from Colorado." Marcus asked.
Oh yeah that's were we are at currently. I'm just shocked he's actually started conversation, yet again, it's a long walk. Should've taken my car. I don't think this poor man has one.
"Is it that obvious?" I chuckle "Wisconsin"
I'm from Indiana.
"How about you?" I ask, after answering him.
He looked at me, raising his eyebrows. "Really? I am too."
Shit.
"Where in Wisconsin?" He asks.
"Uh. It's a secret." I look away. I need to stop lying all the time. It'll catch up to me someday.

Before he could say anything more, thank god, we made it to the base. I grumble something to myself, I don't even know what I said. And we walk inside together. He leads me through the oddly lively base. I don't think I've seen it so alive. People playing poker, laughing, drinking (even though it's only 12pm), even a few fights. Whatever it is, it seems like a celebration.

This could either go really well, or really bad. But I feel like either way I'm totally screwed.