Just the two of us (book 2)

Chapter 3 Confused

This chapter contains sexual scenes.

"What are you up to today?" Kevin asks me over breakfast. Breakfast and breakfast.. It's 11am but I'm just so exhausted from last night.
"Honestly? I'm just wanna go spoil myself." I answer him lying.
"Okay babe." He says and looks at me. "About last night.." He starts but I cut him off.
"You were a dick Kevin." I say in a harsh tone. "You spoke to me like I didn't know how to do business, when you know very well that I do." I say. I'm very good at what I do so for him to underestimate me pisses me off.
"I know.. I just don't how we're gonna handle it." He sighs.
"I'll handle it." I tell him coldly as I leave the table.
"So is this how you're gonna be today?" He asks as he follows me into the bedroom but I have no intention to answer him, "I'm talking to you Amelia." he says.
"No." I say while I look into my closet.
"Look I'm sorry." He says.
"It's fine." I say coldly.
"No I can hear it's not fine."
"Whatever Kevin." I say picking out an outfit.
"Will you stop being like that?!" He raises his voice at me, did he just raise his voice at me?
"You know what Kevin? We can talk when you don't yell at me." I say and I'm about to leave but then he pulls me into a hug.
"I didn't mean to yell at you baby." He says softly kissing my forehead. "I'm sorry."
"Thank you." I say and give him a little kiss.

I get ready and then I drive to the address Deshaun gave to me last night. I arrive to some big building and I ring the doorbell, I wonder if it's even the right place.
"Hello" A lady answers the door phone.
"Hi this is Amelia Dane.. Eh... I'm here to see Marshall." I tell her not sure what to say because I don't know if this is the right place.
"Amelia Dane... Yes.. Come on in." She says. "Someone will come and get you."
"Thank you." I say and the door  clicks open and I walk in. I stand there waiting for a minute when I see Marshall walks towards me.
"You came." He says. Well I didn't have much of a choice.
"Yes." I say smiling.
"I wanna talk to you before we hang out in the studio." He says walking down the hall and I just follow him.
"Okay." I say a little insecure walking behind him. He leads me into a room which I assume is an office. We sit down on the big leather couch and I take my feet up and cross my legs over each other and Marshall sits right next to me.
"Have you been back in Detroit since you left?" He asks me.
"No." I say.
"You still have no fucking manners." He chuckles. I look at him confused because I have no idea what he's talking about.
"What?" I ask him.
"You sit with your pumps up in a 10.000$ couch." He chuckles.
"You know me." I say smiling as I look down.
"Why are you so nervous?" He asks me.
"Because I don't know what you want."
"I wanna talk." He says.
"Yeah I get that.. But why? I mean what I did was terrible." I say.
"Why didn't you call me?" He asks me.
"What difference would that had made?" I ask him. If I had called him he would still be angry about me leaving.
"Are you kidding me? Amelia I thought you went to New York, I thought you went home and bailed on me." He says.
"I told you I wouldn't do that." I say.
"How could I have known? For all I knew you just left." He says. "And I kept thinking 'What the fuck did I do?' and I kept replaying the day before you left in my head and you were just filling me with bullshit that day." He says. This shit again? I already explained it to him last night.
"Marshall I did not!" I raise my voice at him. "I fucking told you yesterday why I had to leave!"
"We could have found you a place to live, you were 18!" He fires back.
"I had a opportunity to go to college!" I bite.
"You could have told me that you were going to college, you didn't need to tell me the rest!" He bites back.
"No Marshall because you would have forced me to stay or to choose a college in Michigan!"
"No matter what, you should have told me you were going, it was a fucking bitch move to leave me like!"
"Don't you think I know that Marshall?! But I knew that if I was determined to go then you wouldn'ttalk to me again, so yeah I chose to lie and have you close as long as I could!" I explain to him.
"You're a selfish fucking bitch!" He yells.
"Yes and I'm sorry Marshall but you know what?! I was only 18, I didn't know better!" I tell him.
"Apparently fucking not." He says angrily and there's a long moment of silence before I speak.
"But Marshall, I know that you'reangry with me.. but life turned out pretty good for you. I'm proud of you." I tell him.
"I fucking hate the fame." He mumbles.
"I imagined you would." I chuckle.
"Yeah.." He sighs looking down. It feels like he doesn't want me here.
"Do you want me to go?" I ask him.
"It's up to you."
"It doesn't really feel like you want me here." I say and he doesn't say anything, he doesn't even look at me so I just get up. "I'm leaving." I tell him as I head towards the door and opens it but Marshall sneaks up from behind and closes the door, he's standing right behind me and we're standing very close, I can feel my back against his chest asI can feel him breathing down my neck. He doesn't say anything which makes me more nervous but he still has his hand on the door. "What do you want Marshall?" I see his other hand lean on the door as well now.
"Even though I'm fucking angry with you I still want you here." He finally speaks. "I can't let you go again." He whispers.
"Marshall this was a bad idea." I say as I try to open the door but he presses his weight against it blocking my only way out. "Marshall.." I try to speak but he cuts me off.
"I know you've missed me." He says and I can hear the anger in his voice again.
"I'm getting married in 6 months."I tell him and I turn around to look at him, he's really close.
"You're loyal, ain't you?" He asks me.
"I can't be around you Marshall." I tell him.
"Why not?"
"You know why." I say. He just wants to hear it out loud.
"Tell me." He demands.
"Why? You already know."
"I wanna hear you say it." He says.
"I can't trust myself around you, okay?" I admit.
"I promise you.. I won't do anything you don't want me to do." He says. I turn around trying to open the door again but he still blocks my way, this is just like when we were younger when we got into a fight.
"Marshall." I say in a serious tone so he knows that I'm very serious about this and I turn around to look at him again.
"Amelia." He mimics my tone in a funny way.
"I gotta go home." I tell him.
"You just got here." He says.
"But this was a bad idea."
"You know.. The guys really looked forward to hang out with you. Do you really wanna let your old boys down?" He asks me. Damn he doesn't play fair..
"Fine I'll stay." I sigh.
"Thank you." He says and we walk to the studio. We're having a really good time in the studio it's like the old days where we were all hanging out, they play me a lot of unreleased tracks.
"What about Ryan? Are you still in contact with him?" I suddenly ask them.
"Yo he's a fucking fag." Deshaun mumbles. What the fuck happened there?
"Wow..what happened there?" I ask surprised.
"He just said some shit about Marshall on some radio station, apparently he's jalousie that I'm with Em on the scene and not him." Deshaun tells me and I can hear that he doesn't wanna talk about so I don't ask anymore questions.
"I'm sorry to hear that." I say.
"Well he made his own fucking bed." Deshaun says and I look at my phone, shit it's already 8pm and Kevin has called 5 times and texted me.