You Belong To Me

Chapter Twenty Seven

There will be more 'gay content' throughout the book meaning pov's and such so if there's a a problem, you do not have to read.

Marcus Shanyao

I explained to Jhene that I had to grab my charger from Curvy Q but it was actually in the car. I just needed some space, not from nothing she's done, she's been great I just need somebody to talk too. I checked the time eight forty, so I knew he wouldn't be leaving until nine, unless he already did.

Qaumar and I go back he was someone who I could always trust but one day we just drifted apart. As I said before love ain't shit sometimes.

I placed my truck in 'park' removing the keys out and heading inside. Luckily no one was at the desk and the janitor let me in, who was just about leaving.

"We close in ten." He said as I nodded.

As I made it to the studio Qaumar teaches, I sighed softly calling his name.

"Qaumar--"

"Marcus?" He replied confused.

"I need to talk."

He stopped packing looking now worried, I remembered how he was so caring which made him more attractive back then. We took a sat at the counter top table just as his light greenish eyes dazed at me.

"So much is going on. It's almost like I can't breath. With the divorce I found out my son isn't even mine, drama, social media. I feel trapped. And the fact that I'm coming to you is really got me."

"Well maybe you feel comfortable with me, and that's okay too. I'll always be here for you. But with the drama situation y'all just need to talk get everything out and move on. Because that's what's feeding into social media." I nodded understandingly.

"I've tried talking to Jhene but end up changing the subject, because she doesn't fully know me like you."

"Why are you afraid to let her know you?" His words replayed in my head, why was I?

"Opening up to someone is always hard, and that could change everything." I said truthfully.

"Look Marc, thats always hard but if you love her you'll do it." I was taken back by his hand on my leg and the nickname he use to call me.

We shared yet another good awkward moment just as I stood up some how close to him.  Qaumar then stood up as well in a flash his lips met with mine passionately. Once, twice, until I've had a taste and realize I'll never have enough. He's kissing me harder, deeper, with a fervent urgent need I've never it was left before.

"Qaumar." My voice somehow had a satisfactory tone to it.

That kiss alone brought back a book of memories now adding this one to another chapter. I felt satisfied, confused and appall by this. It wasn't like I didn't want it, I didn't stop it.

"Marcus, I never stopped loving you." His statement alone made me disquieting.
His eyes continued to look directly into my mine. Confused wasn't even the word anymore.

Slowly but securely he grabbed my body making sure to stand my neck hairs up, his large hard held me tight with his abs slightly picking out and touching my chest. A wet sensation came about on my neck followed by pecks. His hands began to rub my sides upwards making chills rub inside me, yet again I didn't stop him.