Mr West

Chapter 18

Marcel

I honestly believed it would be struggle getting her to come here with me. I sat in my usual booth, the same place I brought all my 'dates'. She might not think this is a date but trust me, at the end of this hour long lunch she will. She'll be begging me to take her. As she sits across from me, sunshine glowing across her face I lick my lips. She doesn't notice. Her eyes are cast down, lashes tickling her pale skin and she munches on her sandwich. Even eating she looks damn sexy! Completely irresistible. With any other girl it'd be easy to tempt them to rush their meal and meet me in the bathroom. Sex with any other female was easy. Almost too easy. There was never a challenge. They weren't stubborn enough to truly turn me on. I was a man though, with dire needs and I needed to be inside a woman. I could already picture what it would be like to be with Eliza. That sweet mouth, puckered as she kisses me, softly first then with more intensity as if she just can't get enough. But I'd tease her, the little kitten, I'd test if she was a good enough girl. If she was bad, she wouldn't be taken on the ride to heaven. I'd make her wait, fingers on the edge of her sexy little heaven and make her beg me to take her. Make her mine.

"Marcel?"

Her angelic voice pulls me back to the present. She's watching me with those big emerald eyes and I smile sweetly. If only she knew what I was thinking about before.

"Yeah?"

"Aren't you going to eat?"

Oh I'm not hungry for food sweetheart, I think.

But instead I reply, "Yeah."

The taste of her is all I crave. Hunger for anything else ceases to exist anymore. All I can think of is having her laid out on my bed, legs spread wide for me and only me. I'm so very close to getting exactly what I want. She is literally eating out of the palm of my hand, believing every lie I spout about that fucker of a boss. This is going to mess with Dylan's head. He'll never know what I told her. No one will. I can't wait to see how he reacts. I knew he'd be watching as we left. Purposefully I had linked her arm through mine, hoping he'd see and fall apart. I had heard the bang as we'd exited. I had glanced up and saw him, stood at the window gawking at us. He stalked off in a huff before he'd caught me looking. And I knew he was pissed. I reveled in his blood red anger. He would most likely be in the gym now, trying to control that insane anger of his so he didn't snap. Oh boy! I couldn't wait to get back and speak to him. I was filled with delight and glee, all because he was furious with me. It felt damn good!

"Marcel?" her sweet voice called once again.

I tipped my head up and looked into her eyes. "Yeah?"

She giggled. "I asked if you were ready to leave." She chucked her empty straw wrapper at me.

I threw it back and grinned. "Yes. Sure. Let's head back."

I stood up, putting a wad of cash on the table and reached for her hand. When she glanced down at the money, clearly bewildered, I waved it off.

"My treat. It's the least I can do after I forced Nate to stop speaking to you." I gave her my best heartbroken face and she frowned.

"You didn't. Don't be daft," she sighed, standing. "He did that himself. His choice."

She took my arm, sliding her fingers down my bare arm and linking our fingers together. A shiver ran down my spine as her fingers caused an electric shock to run through my body. I lead us out of the café, holding the door open for her and she gushed, thanking me. We stepped out into the cold, bustling street and the wind whipped her hair back. She leant in closer to me, her shoulder rubbing against the top of my arm. I let her hand go, slipping from her grasp and instantly felt colder than before. I wrapped my arm over her shoulders and she huddled up closer to me.

"He choose himself to be awkward. I don't understand why I can't be friends with you both." She sighed gently. I squeezed her shoulder and kissed her forehead.

"You can. I want that. He just doesn't like me."

"It's hard not to like you Marcel. Maybe one day he will. Maybe one day they all will."

She leant her head against my shoulder and I guided her down the street, squeezing past people but refusing to be separated, even for a second. Having her body so close to mine, it was hard to imagine what life was like without her. She was tugging at my heart strings, making me delve into dreams I'd long since forgotten. I'd grown up in a house where I had two loving parents, who doted on me and adored me. They were together my whole childhood. I guess you could say I was lucky. There were too many kids in my class that watched as their parents slowly began to despise each other and eventually one packed up and left. Some were fortunate enough that the parent who walked away kept on good terms and visited often. Others though were unlucky and ended up losing a parent completely. I had been the lucky one. My parents still loved and cherished each other now. It was sickly sweet, watching them with one another. It seemed almost right that I would fall in love with the role models I had and strive to have exactly what they did. But instead I was thrown off, a little disgusted by it all. Who wanted someone in their lives forever? Who wanted to share all they had, every thought and feeling with another soul? It just made you vulnerable. It seemed unsatisfying. Which was why I'd avoided relationships, avoided love and followed my own path. Eliza, now stood by my side, was making me question all the confliction I'd once had.

"Well he's missing out because I think you're awesome." She tapped my red nose with her cold fingertip. "If anything, Dylan is the jerk, not you."

"Yes, he can be." I shrugged, acting ignorant.

"He can be Marcel," she moaned. "He had no right to yell at you like that yesterday." She scoffs. "And the fact he won't give you a promotion because he wanted your girlfriend and you wouldn't leave her is disgusting." Her nose wrinkled and she frowned. "But I thought he'd renounced women?"

She was clearly beginning to put all the pieces together and it was all muddled, confusing to her. I needed to fix that.

"He did." I nodded. "After that anyway. Before, he was as bad as me. He wanted every girl he could get, especially the ones who were already taken. The harder they were to get, the more determined he was to have them." I added a sorrowful frown to make her feel sorry for me.

"Oh Marcel," she cried.

She stopped suddenly, just as we had come to the club. She turned to face me, cupping my face in her small, delicate hands. Please be watching! Please be stood at the window again!

"I will never leave you," she promised. "You're my only friend in this place."

She kissed my nose. I smiled and pulled her in for a hug. Luckily I'd been positioned to stand facing the building. I had the perfect view. Her head nuzzled against my neck I looked up and sure enough, there he stood. A scowl on his face he glowered at me. He was dressed in gym gear. Just as I'd predicted. I kept my eyes on his, a menacing smirk on my lips and rubbed her back. She hugged me tighter. Good girl. You're playing him without even realising. I just grinned as I stared up at his angered face. Oh he was going to kill me for sure now. And I would make sure she saw it. She would never go near him again.

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