"I want to break through this barrier" he said as he slowly dragged a finger down my arm. I was shaking and goosebumps trailed my arms following his touch.
He leaned in, lips grazing my neck. "I want you and intend to have you"
"You don't know how lucky you are" ~ Keaton Henson
Does he know Who you are? Does he laugh, Just to know What he has?
"what is stronger than the human heart which shatters over and over and still lives" -Rupi Kaur "milk and honey" *** Her.
The car door shut with a loud slam, Chanel heels clicking toward the posh lobby, a doorman holding the door open as I strolled in. I thanked him quickly, rushing up to my penthouse apartment.
I was exhausted from traveling, my clothing company expanding over the years making it worth millions. I just wanted to get upstairs to my love. I haven't seen him in almost a week, being out in Paris for fashion week didn't allow me to see him as much as I wanted to.
Waiting for the elevator to get to my floor, I checked some emails I had missed on the flight home. Work seemed to never stop. Doors opening I strolled out, walking toward the kitchen hearing pots and pans make clanking noises. But once I reached the kitchen, what came to view wasn't what a expected.
There was a girl, a beautiful girl. In my kitchen. Cooking. With only a shirt and underwear on. Alone. In my house. Before I could get a word out she turned around and her eyes went wide, running over to me with a Cheshire smile on her face.
"Oh oh my god, you're Marcus' sister right!?" she exclaimed pulling me into a huge hug. I'm sure my face read utter confusion but she didn't seem to notice.
"You're so so so beautiful, I've seen you in a few pictures around the house" she said pulling me into the kitchen where she sat me down across from her at the island. By this point I knew something was wrong, I could feel it.
"And who might you be" I asked and was answered with a confused face before she let out a light giggle. Who the fuck is this girl and why is she so perfect.
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( this is Isabella )
"Oh Marcus didn't tell you, he's so silly. I'm his girlfriend Isabella" she said. And all of a sudden the room got dizzy and my heart dropped and my mind got all fuzzy. Girlfriend?
"I'm sorry ummm." The tears stopped me from completing my sentence, my throat dry. Every swallow felt like sand going down, and my heart was so loud I could hear it pounding extremely loud in my chest.
"His girlfriend" I questioned, eyes glassy enough that a tear could fall out at any moment. This wasn't happening.
"How long have you been together?"
"Four months" she said grin fading away. Her confused face seemed to match mine by the second, and I was going to be sick. My stomach was twisting and turning, they had been together for four months, and we had been together for two years and I had a ring, and she was beautiful, and in this moment everything I thought I knew fell apart.
"Are you not his sister? Who are you then" she asked confused. I didn't know if I wanted to hate her or feel sorry for her because her boyfriend (my fiancé) was an asshole, but she was the other woman and she touched him and kissed him and was with him.
"Fiancé of two years" I said raising my ring clad hand in sad smile that didn't reach my now crying eyes. Her eyes widened and her face claimed a frown and in that moment I decided to feel sorry for her.
"Oh god I'm.. so so sorry. I'm going to leave right now, I'm incredibly sorry I didn't know" she whispered sniffling a little as she ran to grab her things. In only a few minutes she was out the door spewing incoherent apologies before she was gone, leaving me in my kitchen with the pots and pans out.
As soon as she left, my head swirled with everything they did and what he said to her. Did he touch her the way he touched me. Did he love her the way he claimed he loved me. The thought made my stomach leap, causing me to sprint to the bathroom and relieving my stomach as I emptied it out into the toilet.
I sat on the cold bathroom tiles, tears pouring out my eyes and sobs escaping my lips as I thought about the two year relationship that was ruined in a matter of seconds.
He cheated on me.
The thought had me up and bolting for the door, running down the steps and ignoring the elevator. I ran and ran and ran until I ended up at a red door in the lower east side.
I didn't hesitate to bang on the door, heels in my hands and makeup down my face. My best friend Matty opened the door, quick to pull me into his arms and shut it abruptly.
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(Matty 💓)
As soon as his arms were around me I broke, crying the hardest I've ever cried. It felt like someone had shot me, but somehow that seemed less painful. My love for Marcus was deep and Matty knew it too.
"What's wrong love, please tell me what's wrong" he whispered wiping the tears from under my eyes. My lower lip trembled as I tried to get the words out, throat caught.
"Marcus, h-he cheated on me" I said his eyes widening before pulling me into the kitchen. He sat me down at the island before chucking something I couldn't make out, making me flinch.
"I'm gonna fucking kill him" he yelled before taking my hands in his own.
"You're staying here tonight, and we'll get your things tomorrow. You're extremely rich you're the second richest woman in the world for Christ sake, you're not staying there anymore." He pulls me upstairs and hands me clothes before leaving the room.
I change into the clothes before laying down not bothering to do anything else. Crying myself to sleep like I would be doing for a while.....
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