The Story of Justice

Chapter 32: Busted!

"What are you doing here?"

Luc eyed Marcella carefully as she stepped inside the room shutting the door behind her.

Honestly, he'd been expecting this at some point. Marcella was obsessed with him, he knew it and so did everyone else. And you'd have to be blind not to see the hatred in her eyes every time Justice so much as breathed near him.

She was blessed with the ability of using her womanly ways to get what she wanted. However, in this case that wasn't going to work.

"I came to see you," She took a look about the room. "Why else would I come to this god awful place. You know I hate it here."

He narrowed his eyes. "And what did you need to see me about?"

"For a catch up," She said playing with the thread of the door tapestry. "I miss you and we haven't really had the chance to speak since I've come back"

"You speak as though we used to have deep rooted heart to hearts." He raised a brow. "It was much more physical from what I remember."

"True," her eyes glittered. "It just seems like you've been too busy for me."

Marcella had this smug little smirk on her face and Luc found himself thinking of ways to rid her of it. He really wasn't in the mood for her and her games.

"How is she?" She turned to him nonchalantly. "Your fiancee?"

His jaw twitched at the mere mention of her, but he gave her no reply.

"I suppose I have to admit she's pretty." She said walking around slowly.

Luc kept his composure, although not quite sure what she was going to do. He made a point to keep his guard up.

"You don't have to admit anything, Marcella. No one is holding a gun to your head."

"She IS pretty. Not what I'd say is your type though?"

"You and I both know," He said through gritted teeth. "That I don't have a type. An attractive woman is just that ... attractive."

"She's that too!" Marcella said all too sweetly. "Maybe its that whole 'butter wouldn't melt' vibe she has going on. A lot of men are wishing she'd melt in their hands."

Luc let out a snigger.

Was she trying to bait him?

For what reason?

He knew her well enough to know she wanted him to play into her hands and he'd be damned if he gave into her.

"So I've heard." He replied with a shrug. "More power to them. She's a tough one to crack."

Her smile faltered.

"Oh?" Her voice wavered a little. "So you've tried? To crack her?"

"It's like you said. She's incredibly attractive. Warm hands too."

Marcella's nostrils flared. "So you've slept with her?"

Oh how he wished.

Leaning over, he grabbed a glass from the collection of blood that the waitress has left him. Taking a sip, he smirked at her. "What would make you say that?"

"We all see the way you're all over her Luc. You're practically shoving it down our throats." She snapped bitterly.

"Ahh there she is!" He raised his glass. "The green monster rears her ugly head."

"I'm not afraid to admit that I'm jealous." She huffed. "You were mine once."

"I have never been yours and never will be." He stated.