OWNED

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 3

He gave Gabriella the job... Yep, she thought as much. Arianna knew he was just playing with her, she knew he was giving her a false sense of freedom, like he wanted her to see how much he was trying, and maybe he was, but it was not enough.

Arianna didn't want to fall into the same old shit all over again. Marc was a complicated man. He played all calm and collected until he snapped, and when he snapped, he didn't hold back.

She knew it was just a matter of time before he forced this relationship to progress. She wasn't delusional, she knew it was coming. Arianna knew he was doing his best not to do what he did best and take whatever he wanted without care or thought of the consequences.

Gabriella was happy enough to accept the job. She was going to work for Marc... Arianna was so desperate to make a comment about her being a legit whore now, he was paying her so he could sleep with her but thought against making that comment. She would not lower herself to her standards.

Arianna spent her days trying to find a place to teach belly dancing. She finally found a gym that thought it was a brilliant idea. Said they would give it a go.

She had classes two times a week. She could live with that, it wasn't so much the money that concerned her, it was just needing to get out and do something away from Marc.

At first Marc was supportive, he was happy for her, or at least appeared to be happy for her. But when her classes were to happen four days a week, twice a day, he was not so eager to show her that it was great that she was doing something with her life.

"Again?" It was early a Saturday morning when Arianna was stopped from leaving. As she was passing, Marc grabbed her arm and forced her to look at him. "You said twice a week. Twice... This is the fourth day this week."

"They upped my classes. Means I'm doing something right." She said hoping he didn't make an issue out of it.

Marc let her go and lit himself a smoke. "I don't like this Arianna. I don't like this shit... You are playing a dangerous fucking game with me."

"What am I doing? I'm working. It keeps me sane."

"So work at the fucking bar." He snapped.

"No."

"You have been here for two months, it's starting to piss me off." And there it was. His insecurities rising to the surface again.

"Why? Explain to me how me working is affecting you." Marc took a seat and nodded his head at her. His very sexy head...

"I've been doing everything I can Arri. You know I have. But at the end of the day I have fucking needs babe." She didn't like where this conversation was steering.

"You have Gabriella." She said hating that she was pushing him towards being with her.

"I have Gabriella... I have her do I?"

"What are you after Marc? You don't want me to go in? Fine, I won't go in." She was praying he didn't know how badly she would be cut if she didn't go into work. She loved dancing, it let her forget the world. Maybe if she acted unaffected about the whole thing he might just get over it.

"No... No Arianna, you go in. I told you it was fine, I'm going to keep my word. When your class is over you will come straight to the bar." Arianna opened her eyes wide.

"What? Why?"

"I need you there. So, finish off your class and meet me at the bar."

"Marc... I'm not going there."