Cheater - Marcus Dobre Fanfic (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 7

Jade's POV
~Yet another dream~

"Marco? Come here baby!" I hollered from the changing room I was in in Hollister.

"What's the matter, baby girl ?" He questioned, seemingly puzzled, judging by his tone.

"I... wanted to ask for your opinion on this dress... It's a BIT revealing and sexy, but all of me is yours, and all of yours is mine, right? I'm a little afraid I'm not fit enough for this, though."

"Babe, come out and let me see. I don't mind it may be revealing, but trust me your figure is perfect, and I would want no one else as no one's better than you, trust me on this." He assured.

I stepped out, in a sexy dark green strapless dress, with a slit at the side, showing off some sexy smexy legs to the world. Not gonna lie, I was a little self-conscious for a sec, until I peeked up at Marcus through my lashes and saw his drooling, dark eyes eyeing by body up and down. He had to gulp for quite a few times before opening his mouth and muttering,

"That's it, we're buying it, and remember to wear it for me, kay baby?"

"Really?" Astounded by this, I breathlessly asked.

He nodded, eyes trailing down my legs, cleared his throat and walked back out.

"See ya babe..." He smirked.

After a few minutes---

Walking out of the changing rooms with the dark green dress on my arms, I looked for Marcus. I spotted him.

"Hey Mar-..."

HE WAS KISSING ANOTHER GIRL, IN FACT, IT WAS TALLY, ONE OF MY CLOSE FRIENDS.

~Dream ends~

I woke up with a yelp. Back in the days when I was insecure about myself- I still am now, even worse, in fact, caused by HE-WHO-SHALL-NOT-BE-NAMED, but I'm not insecure about my appearance now, just my body. Though its been so long, I still get nightmares from that, whether it's real or not, my brain will always conjure up something like this to haunt me, even and especially in my sleep.

Scrambling out of my comfy bed, I sauntered over to my toilet to do my morning business, then changed into a pair of formal black slacks, a white shirt and a black suit jacket, showing that I was all business. I wasn't here to play today, I am here to work as I had been working the past few years, and stretch out the boundaries of my world in Maryland. 

Strutting down the stairs with my 3-inch black heels, I was met with a loving, heart-warming sight: Mum cooking breakfast and Dad praising her. This was the whole reason why I loved my family so much- we were so loving and open about everything: They never hid their love and affection for each other, and I never hid something up till the day I left. It's nice the know amid the confusion I have brought into the family, there is still the strong bond sizzling between all of us.

"Morning Mum, Morning Dad." I greeted.

"Sweetie," Mum tossed her head to look at me, "why are you dressed so formally? You working today?" Dad looking at me and winked, as well.

"Yep, 100 points to Mum!" I chuckled.

"Well before anything, give yourself 15 minutes to wolf down your breakfast and your good to go." She smiled warmly. "Don't rush too much like you used to do in school, honey."

I saluted and obliged to her command, stirring up a nice conversation with both of them, and after 15 minutes, I was out of my chair and heading towards the door.

'Oh! Another exciting day of work and life!' I thought excitedly, before stepping onto the bus and starting my journey into the city, but not before stopping by Starbucks to get myself an Iced Cappuccino. What can I say? I'm a coffee addict after all, now that has never changed one bit. :)

As I stepped into the coffee shop, I was met with the aroma of coffee blends, Sweet Sweet heavenly coffee beans. After ordering my Iced Cappuccino, I stood aside the line and waited for my name to be called. As I skimmed the room, something, or to be more precise, someone, caught my eye. It was a girl. I looked closer and- it was JUDICE.

I quickly turned my head away, not wanting to be noticed. She was laughing with another guy, I noted, with a cake of makeup on her fake plastic barbie face. I'm not criticising her because of her blond hair and the fact that she is a bimbo, but because she really did plastic surgery 8 times, so I'm pretty sure she's really plastic, like 80%.

"Jade." The server yelled. I walked over to him and took the coffee, took one long drag of it and I was in heaven. I swear nothing can beat a Starbucks Iced Cappuccino, I totally swear. 

Hoping she hadn't noticed, I strutted out the store and walked a few blocks and reached a sky-high building- the building I would be staying in for the next 12 hours for a conference meeting with other lawyers of the company branch in Maryland for a very special, important case scheduled for next week. And I, the 18 year-old lawyer from London, is going to lead the meeting, and lead the 40 year-olds or above lawyers at the same time. 

It was going to be tricky, but that was what I was good at doing, and I am not gonna back down like some absolute prissy, I was gonna stand my ground and lead this- first step into the shoes of the NEW ME.

Let's do this, Let's rule this, and Let's own this.