Trusting Betrayal

Chapter 9

Mark groaned as the alarm rang loudly. He reached for the light-switch and flicked it on.

Shit! It was already 11:30a.m. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and stretched. He wasnt done stretching when he noticed a figure on his bed. He leaned in to get a better view of the person because his brain was still fogged up. He needed caffeine quickly. He glared at the stirring figure as the pieces of the previous night began to fall in place. He groaned. He really should stop indulging in one too many drinks. Mark silently reprimanded himself.

With a long-suffering sigh, he hurried into the bathroom for a shower. He was not yet done when a hand snaked across his lower body, cupping the jewels.

"In a hurry?".Callie whispered in his ear, nibbling on his left earlobe. Her tongue flicked in his ear, eliciting a shiver from Mark. She squeezed gently.

Mark groaned. He slowly turned to face her, her hair tickling his chest. On his part, he tried to push her away but Callie resisted. She could be very stubborn.

Callie fell to her knees and cradled him with her skilled hands, slowly massaging his thick length. Mark uttered a low guttural sound deep in his throat. His control was slipping. He tried to clamp down on his arousal but to no avail. Callie smiled evilly as she set her mouth to him.

Shit! He was lost again. Rocking his pelvis, he thrust against her mouth. Needing more, wanting more.

Mark pulled Callie up and they fell onto the bed, limbs tangling. Passion in flames.

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The conversation stopped as Mark Swanson burst into the room looking satisfied and harassed.

A corner of Nathan's mouth lifted as he stared at Marks slightly askewed buttons. His eyes moving downward to his somewhat rumpled shirt. Nathan stared right at Mark.

Sighting them, Mark made his way to their table and plopped down on a chair. He gestured to the waiter and ordered another round of drinks. Settling down, he risked a glance at Nathan and was instantly met with eyes so blue you would think them unreal. He glared at Nathan's grin. Nathan always knew everything. You couldn't hide anything from him. He was also the most poetic and coldest when angered. Among three of them, Nathan's anger was the worst. To everybody else, he was quiet and nice but beneath the reserved exterior beat the heart of an assassin.

Looking at Luke, he grinned. He was the most playful person amongst them and a fan of teasing. He loved to tease people any chance he got. On looking at him, his smile faded. Something was wrong. What could possibly be wrong with Luke? He leaned towards him.

"Whats up, man?" He asked, concern evident in his voice.

Luke shook his head "Nothing"he murmured.

"Mm-hmm. I can see there is absolutely nothing wrong with you" He looked at Nathan for a moment and then looked right back at Luke as he fiddled with his glass of wine. "Yeah. You are fucking joyous, ready to fly over the moon with Andrea. Dampen the moons spirit, mold the cloud to form a very fantastic white king-sized bed- or should I say cream? Send down sweet-smelling incense on the whole world, belittle-"

"STOP!" Luke's fist came down hard on the table "Stop! You want to know? You really want to know?" Pure molten fury was in Luke's eyes.

Nathan grudgingly tried to pacify him. He shook his gorgeous head gently and patted the seat "Come on, sit"

Mark, the persistor, growled "Yeah. I want to know"

Nathan with a sigh sank into the comfortable seat. Here goes!

"Fine"Luke glared "I didn't fuck joyous. I fucked Allison instead-blind"

Silence fell. Nathan quickly reached for his glass before fists ran out and broke it.

"You what?"Mark didn't seem to completely process what Luke had said.

Luke shrugged, determined to venge his anger out on Mark "Oh! I didn't see joyous, I ran in to Allison. You know? She was too busy to take a tour over the moon but I managed to have a white bed and dampen the moon's spirit".He shook his head at the wine still in his cup "Yeah! That about covers it-." It was all he could get out before a very hard hand came into contact with Lukes bronzed face.

Blood ran out from his nose. In anger, a battle ensued right there. Fists flew, crunches were heard over their swears, buttons flew in all directions.

Meanwhile, Nathan stood staring at them, waiting for the winner to emerge. After a few more minutes, he leaned over and separated them with a kick. "Enough, boys. Come on, you guys have done enough damage to this place and your reputation. Get your damn acts together"He glanced around "I could even buy the place" He immediately keyed something into his PC.

Luke and Mark scrambled off each other, looking sweaty. Their eyes were puffed, faces were red. Luke bent and retrieved his car keys.

"I am out of here". With that, he walked out. Mark stared at his back, his anger not quite yet diminished.

A/N: Oooh!! I love fights. They are so .! Anyways, please vote, comment and share. I would love to hear from you guys. Its your support that keeps my thoughts whirling!