Forever Yours

Chapter 24: Marcus Mitchell

"Are you sure you don't want to come to lunch with me?" I asked Evan giving him my sad pouty lip as I leaned on his workstation, "I really want to see how you are feeling after the dinner with your parents."

"Baby," he sweetly took my hand as he sat down, "I am feeling fine and besides, we already talked about the dinner the other night."

"I know but that was over the phone."

"Through FaceTime," he laughed kissing my hand just as Justin walked by and casually said, "No PDA in the office if your boss is not getting any."

"Well you need to start getting some," Evan smoothly replied, earning him a side eye.

"It was so much better when you guys hated each other," Justin slipped in before leaving us alone again. We snickered but I was still trying to get him to be my lunch buddy, "Please come to lunch with me."

"Marc, I have to finish these up for the issue today. We can have dinner together instead?"

"It would have to be after therapy, but I've been dying for your food, so I guess we are on for tonight."

"Great! Now go enjoy your lunch," he told me before poking his lips out. I kissed him goodbye and began my lonely lunch. I was okay with eating alone but it was fun to have Evan eat with me. Plus, I really wanted to comfort him after that horrific dinner he had. I was glad Leo punched his dad and Evan making the decision not to see them again. Gabe has the love he needs and more.

I wanted to get our other work friends to come with me but they were also trying to get things for the issue and me being the over achiever, I had gotten them together the week before. So, that meant I was on my own and I knew exactly were I was going.

I was craving some pasta and there was an Italian restaurant literally down the street from the office. I quickly zoomed my way in, seeing that more people were showing up to get in line. The hostess looked at me grinning as I almost knocked the stand over.

"Sorry," I laughed and she shook her head still smiling, "I understand, this place gets pretty packed. How many?"

I was about to say one when another voice said 2 and my heart dropped right into the patterned granite floor. My ears ringed and my lungs decided to stop functioning.

"2?" The hostess questioned probably looking at my face but my eyes were on the ground as I heard the deep Dominican voice, "Tell her Marcus."

I was dreaming. It felt like I was dreaming and I was stiff. I turned still not lifting my eyes from the ground and hoped that if I lifted my head up that he wouldn't be standing there. I pinched myself as I turned and once I got the courage to lift my head up, I realized that I could feel my nail in my skin.

And Corey Jones was standing right behind me.

His hazel eyes blazed as he faked a smile towards the hostess. She was waiting for me to answer but I was stuck. My high dramatically shrunk and I wanted to burst into tears right there.

"Sir?" The hostess asked again, "2?"

Her voice was shaking and full of worry. However, Corey was daring me to say something without even a word. The flare of his nostrils and the vein twitching in his temple was telling me I was taking too long to answer.

"Yes," I answered, "2 please."

His lip rose slightly in victory as the young hostess asked, "Booth or table."

"Booth," he answered, "Somewhere in the back preferably."

"Okay," I could tell she could even feel Corey's menacing aura by how she walked us to our table not even making direct eye contact. As we sat down she emphasized, "If you need anything, just let us know."