Pie Charts, Coffee, and a Sexy Assistant (A Marcel and Veronica Fanfic)

Stay With Me

Chapter 18

Veronica's POV

I was on my way home from work, today was just crazy, when did things get so complicated? Oh yeah that's right, when I cheated on my boyfriend with the sweet dork from the office. I sigh in frustration, I just couldn't get Marcel out of my head. Today, when we had our discussion in the conference room, I could see just how hurt he was. I felt terrible, he looked disgusted to even be in the same room as me. I just wanted all of this to go away. I didn't want anymore drama, anymore arguments, and more importantly, anymore Liam. I wanted Liam out of my life! Marcel isn't going to give me a chance unless I breakup with him, and that's just what I'm going to do. This has gone on long enough, I'm done. I see the house pull up into view, making my nerves bounce around like crazy. As soon as I pull up into the drive way I jump out of my car and run to the front door, quickly jabbing my key in and swinging the door open.

The smell of musk and smoke hit me, but there was no time to complain about it. I run upstairs to the bedroom, crashing into the door as I push it open. I take a moment to scan the room and remember that a small luggage was somewhere in the closet. I run into the closet and plow through the clothes and shoes to find it hidden in the very back. I sigh in relief and haul it out, then lift it onto the bed. I quickly unzip it and begin running around like a madman, flinging clothes and shoes into the luggage. I didn't have a plan. I didn't know what I was doing. All I know is that I need clothes, my car, and to get the hell out of here as soon as possible. I take a quick glance at the bedside clock and see that I only have ten minutes until Liam gets home. Trust me, he's always on time. I begin to panic as I run into the bathroom to collect my toothbrush and other toiletries, tossing them into the luggage as well. I look over everything I have and decide that's all the essentials, I begin to quickly stuff everything into the luggage and zip it up when I hear the front door to the house open. I freeze and stay in my place, carefully listening and trying my hardest not to make a sound, despite the pounding in my ears.

"Veronica?" I hear his low voice call, I know I'm expected to answer him right away, but I just couldn't, I was frozen.

"Veronica?" He calls again, and this time I hear his footsteps coming up the stairs.

My heart beats wildly out of chest, God I feel like I'm going to throw up. I watch in sheer terror as the bedroom door is swung open and in stalks Liam with a menacing look in his eyes.

"Veronica, sweetie. Why didn't you answer me when I called you?" Liam asks, a cigarette hung between his lips. He was wearing a white wife beater with light colored jeans and timberlands, the usual.

"I-I, uh." I foolishly stutter. Liam's gaze snaps from me to the bed where my luggage is.

"Are...Are you leaving me?" He asks, expression darkening by the second. In two easy strides Liam is towering over me, he takes his cigarette between his index finger and thumb, the smoke fans over me as he speaks, "Are you?"

I stay frozen like a deer caught in headlights and apparently Liam didn't like that. He grabs my forearm with his rough, massive hands and pulls me to him, almost making me knock into him.

"Answer. Me." He says through gritted teeth.

"N-No I w-would never." I lie, knowing damn well that this wouldn't end well.

Liam brings the cigarette up to his lips, takes a long drag from it and blows the smoke all over me. I stand there impassively and wait until he's done. He studies the cigarette between his index finger and thumb, a evil grin plasters onto his face as an idea pops into his head. He takes my forearm closer to him and presses the burning end of the cigarette to my skin making me cry out.