Chapter 62

Marcus

I studied her face to see the way her jaw clenched when she asked the question and how her lips parted when I asked if I should have gone through her bag. 

She arched her brows and then swallowed hard. I could tell what was going through her head, she was wondering if I saw the note. I didn’t at first until I was checking to see if there was anything she was forgetting.

I didn’t want a situation where she’d say she left something and would need Thomas to return to get it. Long story short I found the note and slid it back into her bag but I opened the bag again.

Crazy but I did. I just wanted to see what I could find in her bag-- a gun maybe? But I found gold instead.

Despite being a busy man with little or no time to waste, I found myself reading her jotter, page to page. The next more interesting than the last. It wasn’t much that caught my attention but when I reached the last page, she had titled it My newest fantasy. 

Who wouldn’t be interested in that? I grinned at the first line and how she had creatively started with such an enticing sentence.

Sex becomes better when it’s a mixture of desire and fantasy.

I remember when she told me about her writing career but she said she had no article for me to read and she had stopped writing for a long time. I believed her although I still wished I could find something. 

I did and it blew my mind right from the first sentence. There’s no way she said the truth. Her words were scripted in such an excellent way that even her emails did no justice to her writing.

I glanced through it and found out that she has a thing for what she watched in a movie. Well, to me that’d be porn because how on earth would such details have been in just a movie? 

My brain didn’t seem to help as the next words came right to my head.

Sitting casually on him, wondering if he can focus on the dumbbells but his heart thumps faster and I know it--- it’s not just the workouts. It’s him, he’s reacting to me. His body can no longer focus on the dumbbells when in fact, I am sitting on him, with a flare skirt and a dripping sex.

I itch for him and I’m more than pleased to know he itches for me. Even though he pretends to be engrossed in his workouts, I feel him growing hard under me and I know this too will be fulfilled---- my newest fantasy.

“I’m glad you didn’t,” her voice echoed and I returned my attention to her. 

I could see how relieved she looked but I just grinned. I allowed her to feel like everything was okay but then when she looked at me, I paused. 

I raised my brow at her and shook my head. Her being glad that I didn’t go through her bag is enough reason to feel the urge to go through it but unfortunately, I already did and found what I wanted. 

I adjusted my shirt and puffed out air before looking away. She looked like she was waiting for something, so I gave a nod. “Anyway, you’ll be spending the night over. There’s a room available for you.”

“No way,” she blurted. “I mean--- why am I even here in the first place?”

“Because you are spending the night here.” I kept a stern expression like I didn’t know what she was saying. 

“No. Why am I spending the night?”

My eyes moved to her legs just so she could understand why I was doing this. Her face turned into a frown and before she could say anything else, she balled her fist to control herself. “You didn’t bring me here to be your sex toy. Did you?”

Now she’s dumb for thinking that.

“Answer me, Marcus. Did you bring me to your mansion so you could have a sex toy to fu—”

“Shut up, Melissa,” I ordered and held her jaw. “You’re never going to say that again. Am I clear?”

She gulped hard and then looked at me with disbelief. “Then why am I here?”

“You’re here because you’re sore and you need a fucking break. Is that too hard for you to comprehend?”

“I thought---”

“Of course, you thought,” I sneered.

I have no idea what she thinks of me but I’m definitely not the person who would fuck her 24/7 even If I wanted. I understand how the woman's body works and how there’s meant to be some sort of care and that’s what she’s here for. 

“Listen to me Melissa, I brought you here so I can give you what is called after-sex care.”

I watched her lick her lips and then exhaled gently. “I’m not used to that.”

“Of course, you’ve never dated a real man.” 

She frowned. “Do you realize that my ex is your son and that means Ian is not a real man?”

“Ian is my boy. A kid and I haven’t stopped seeing him that way.”

She looked slightly uncomfortable from the conversation and I didn’t want that. I didn’t want her to feel uncomfortable here so I let it lay. 

“I’m uh--- I’m bored.”  She looked around and then swallowed hard. “You mind if I see a movie?”

I tried to stop myself but the urge to say it was overwhelming and I couldn’t hold back. “You can also use the gym and I won’t be fulfilling your fantasies.” I paused. “Not when you’re still sore.”

I watched her jaw drop and the moment she gasped, I turned to leave. “Goodnight, Miss Kane.”

Call me a jerk, I didn’t even have a steady name that I call her. This minute I feel like calling her Melissa and the next minute, I feel the urge to be formal with her. 

I love making her feel uncertain--- unable to know what is going through my mind even though it was clear that her fantasy found a way to stick itself into my head.