Out of Touch (Marc Bartra)

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                     Personal Trainer

This is what I expected:

A dim lit room with candles popping out of nowhere. Scented candles to be exact. Light jazz music playing in the background to properly set the mood.  And a cream couch, big enough to fit six people in it, but there's only us.  Marc and I. The two of us tangled in each others body, the sound of clothes ripping, tongues swirling and skin slapping against skin. Perfect.

This is what happened:

  "Welcome to my bro cave" He cheers, opening his arms wide at the massive house. "Nah,I'm just kidding,  but it kinda looks like a bro cave, if you ignore all the high heels in the corner and the smell of vanilla"

I muster a chuckle and scan the room. Not bad at all. The couch isn't cream, it's bright red. And there aren't any candles around, just normal bulbs. All in all, it looks like a normal house. Expecting normal guests.Nothing fluffy or romantic about it. Not even some music. None.

"I'm not trying to be rude or anything, but why did you get me all the way here?"

  He smiles to himself and gently takes my hands in his. His touch is so soft,  it feels like touching clouds made of cotton candy. I imagine it all over my body, his fingertips grazing my skin and tracing shapes all over my back.  That touch of his will drive me insane.

"Well, uh, my fiancée Melissa" I clench my jaw, hoping to dear God I don't punch a hole in the wall. "She's a huge fan of Victoria's Secret. She has every perfume, cosmetic and whatnot.As long as it has Victoria's Secret label on it, she'll definitely buy it so I thought maybe I could surprise her"

"By doing what?" My teeth grit together, creating both friction and a distraction. Melissa? Very original name. A thousand and two celebrities with that same name just came to my mind.

"You're classified as an Angel right?"

  I nod.

"He llegado, Marc" A honey-sweet voice calls out of nowhere.

"Ven aqui,carina. Quiero mostrarte algo"

  I turn leisurely and there she was. Standing after me was Melissa. She wore a simple blue dress with a gold braided belt.Her hair was long, wavy, and golden brown, parted in the middle. Her eyes were blue and a tad deviated from eachother but her smile was a match for Marc's.

 "Oh my God!" She gushes, dropping a couple of plastics bags to rush over.  Her eyes were all lit up and her hands were slightly twitching. Just like mine were twitching to slap that pathetic smile from her face. "You're Juliet Messi!"

"Hi" I force out, stretching my lips in a joker like smile. "Y-You must be Melissa"

"Yes, oh it's so nice to meet you" She coos, lightly shaking my hand. "I just love your work. Everything. Your poses, your perfumes"

My cheeks start to hurt now from all the fake smiling and I have to chew my tongue for a second to relieve some of the stress botched in my smile.

"Would you like to stay for dinner?"  Splendid. 

"So, uh, when did you two meet? I ask, not really interested in their relationship whatsoever.

"Well, he got signed to the Barça team and I was the reporter and I dont know, I guess sparks flew"

  I smile weakly at her and return to my salad which is now starting to taste like venom. Is she poisoning me?

"What about you, Ms. Hopeless Romantic?" Marc teases,taking a sip of his champagne. Wouldn't those lips feel awesome on every inch of my skin? I guess only Melissa would know, wouldn't she? "A birdy told me you and the other Marc hooked up last night"

"Yeah, sorta, I mean he's really sweet and all but to be fair we were both pretty drunk"

"Well I wish you the best of luck,  Juliet, but if you'll excuse me I have to run to my sister's to pack a few things left there" She gets up and strolls over to Marc, pecking his lips. Ugh. "It was an honour meeting you. Bye"

"Bye".

Finally