Marcus and I went to my house about an hour later for me to change and let the cleaners in.
I was still a little weirded or about leaving strangers in my house but he assured me I needed to take my mind off last night's events completely. I had sent my assistant a message to let her know that I couldn't make it today and called my attorney to begin legal proceedings against Alex.
At first I wasn't but then after talking with Marcus we had agreed that it was best to deal with him using the law because as crazy as he was he may try to attack me in a worse way.
At around 11:30 we set off. He wouldn't say where exactly we were going just that I should dress comfortably.
I had paired my black blouse with my jeans shorts and ankle boots; he was looking great as usual in a simple white tee, and fitted pants that only he could make look like he was straight from a magazine.
We drove until we got to a supermarket and he turned in and got out.
"Let's go grocery shopping shall we?"
"Why are we stopping here?"
"Shopping, I just said it. We need snacks for where we're going."
"Where exactly are we going?"
"Let's not ruin the surprise shall we."
"I'm not a big fan of surprises, I'm a planner."
"Sometimes other people can plan and everything will turn out just as perfect."
I hated that he was right so I stuck my tongue out at him and ran into an aisle.
I never knew I could have fun grocery shopping with someone as I did with Marcus. I stood on the edge of the shopping cart and he pushed me around the store.
"Do you want a salad from the deli? Or we can stop somewhere else and get something different?"
"Nah, salad here's fine. It's actually one of the few places I trust. Ooo, grapes."
I took up a large enough package and threw it into the cart. At the same time he put in watermelon and pineapple slices.
"Do you want apples?"
I considered this for a moment,
"Nope, I'm waiting until I get to Jamaica for an otaheite . I'd kill for one right now."
"You've been to Jamaica?"
"Yep. Our mother is Jamaican, so is my father. We spent most of our summers there, that's why Morgan wanted to have the wedding there."
I hated speaking about my mother so I switched topics.
"Chips and dip?"
"Yes please. That should be enough now we have enough to feed a small community."
"Best believe I'm eating all of it too."
"I don't doubt you for a moment."
We continued to mess with each other and an old woman who was behind us in the line said, "Young love. You remind me so much of my husband and I. Married 30 years now and he still makes me laugh like we're 20 again."
"Do you think we should tell her we aren't together?" I whispered to Marcus.
"Nah, she's clearly speaking something great into being."
"Clearly."
"C'mon wifey."
I couldn't help but laugh at him. We got back to the car and he unloaded our grocery haul in a big basket in the back that I hadn't noticed before.
