Disastrous (Disastrous Series)

by Montes, EL

  An unmarked vehicle was not unusual in our neighborhood because we live near a park, but I remembered a similar SUV the night Marcus dropped me off after our trip. All the windows were tinted except for the windshield. Whoever was sitting up front was wearing a black shirt and sunglasses. The arms were muscular, so I knew it was a man, but I couldn’t make out the face.

  Getting a better look without allowing the driver to know I spotted them was going to be hard. It was probably nothing, but what if someone were spying on Marcus. Spying on Marcus? What the hell am I thinking? Who would spy on him? My imagination sometimes gets the best of me. Deciding to let it go, I entered the building with the mind-set that if I saw the vehicle again tomorrow, I would definitely keep a closer eye on it. It was Jeremy’s turn to cook, so I went into the shower to begin my nightly ritual.

  Twenty minutes into my shower Jeremy yelled out. “Mia! Can you get that? I’m taking a shit!” Seriously? What the hell! Why are guys so blunt about crap like that? He could have just simply said he’s in the bathroom? The doorbell rang again, so I quickly wrapped the towel around my chest.

  Running as quickly as possible without slipping on the hardwood surface, I lifted the heels of my feet to look through the peephole. It was Marcus. Excited, I rushed to unlock the door and swung it open.

  “You came!” I threw my arms around his neck. His fast reflexes grabbed the towel that was beginning to slip off.

  “Do you usually walk around the entire place in a tiny towel?” He seemed annoyed. I pulled my head back to look at him.

  “No, I was in the shower. Jeremy was using the bathroom, and he asked me to see who it was.”

  He cocked his head to the side. “He was using the bathroom while you were taking a shower?” The question was low but stern.

  “Marcus, we have two bathrooms. What’s your problem? I’m excited to see you, but you don’t seem so thrilled to see me.” The implication behind his questioning began to steam my blood vessels.

  His face relaxed. “I’m happy to see you, baby. Can I come in?” When I moved aside, he entered, and I locked the door behind him. Not saying a word, I lightly jogged on my tiptoes back into my bedroom. He followed me, and I could hear my bedroom door closing.

  “Who was it, Mia!” Jeremy shouted.

  “It’s Marcus!” I shouted back with an annoyed tone. I took it back immediately; it wasn’t Jeremy’s fault. Then I felt guilty for taking my anger out on him. When I turned around, Marcus had an apologetic smile. When I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms, he lowered his head.

  “I’m sorry.” He whispered while remaining by the door.

  “Yeah, well, don’t do that again. I’m not fond of accusatory remarks, especially when I didn’t do anything to deserve it.” Clearly annoyed I stomped into my closet and threw on a long t-shirt. When I walked back out, he hadn’t moved.

  “Do you still want me to stay?” He slightly lifted his arm, and I looked down at his hand. He was holding a small duffle bag. Not noticing the bag before, I felt guilty for giving him attitude. He was making the time to be with me like he said he would.

  Walking over to him, I grabbed the bag and placed it on top of the dresser. Gliding my hands through the sleeves of his jacket, I slid it off, placing it on top of the bag. After locking my door, I reached up and placed my hands behind his neck. He looked down at me, searching my face to see if we were okay. It made me want to kiss all of his worries away. So I leaned up to kiss the wrinkle between his eyebrows. The moment my lips touched him, his skin smoothed and his shoulders relaxed.

  “Of course I want you to stay.” Gripping the collar of his button-down shirt, I began walking backwards, leading him towards my bed. We didn’t take our eyes off each other. My legs met the edge of the plush surface. As I lay on top of the bed, he stood at the edge staring down at me. I smiled at him playfully, throwing my arms behind my head. “Well? Give me a show.”

  Raising his eyebrows with amusement, he licked and bit the edge of his bottom lip. My eyes traced his hands as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt revealing a white t-shirt underneath. The light blue button down hit the ground. He looked at me. I raised an eyebrow. “That’s all you got?” He laughed once before he grabbed the back of the collar and pulled the t-shirt over his head, throwing it on the floor beside the button down. Not hesitating, he began to un-hook his belt. He bent slightly to drop his pants, and his abs flexed when he stood back up.

  Now he was only in his boxer briefs, and my eyes traced every inch of his defined muscles until they met his eyes again. He began to lean over me, but I protested. “Ah uh, you’re missing one more piece of fabric.” I sang, pointing my toe at his boxers. He looked down at them and then back up at me.

  Shaking his head, he flashed me a full smile. He was not following directions; instead, his hands landed on my thighs under the seam of my shirt. The soft cotton fabric wrinkled as he traced his hands beside my hips and up the side of my belly. Throwing my arms up so he could take the shirt off, I laughed when his hand lightly touched the side of my ribs near my underarms. He sat back, his dimple deeper than I’ve ever seen, excited to discover this new reaction to his touch. “So someone’s ticklish, huh?” He teased.

  “No! Marcus, don’t even think about it.” He brought both of his hands over my arms with a wicked smile. I yelled, “No! Marcus, don’t!” He did anyway, digging his hands under my arms. I squirmed underneath him, pleading with him to stop while laughing as he continued to torture me. “Marcus, stop, please!” Tears were streaming down from my eyes. “Oh my God, I’m going to pee on myself. Please stop!” He threw himself beside me, bursting into laughter.

  Annoyed I jumped on top of him. “Oh yeah, you think that’s funny?” I brought my hands over his arms, and he snorted.

  “Babe, I’m not ticklish.”

  I raised an eyebrow. “Nowhere?”

  “Nope, sorry, but I’m so happy to know you are.”

  “Ha, I don’t believe you. Everyone is ticklish.”

  Plopping his hands behind his head, he flashed a crooked smile. “Give it your best shot.” Skeptical but curious, I wiggled my fingers under his arms: no squirming, no movement, nothing. He just had a smart-ass grin across his face, and his eyebrows rose indicating that he told me so.

  “Okay.” Tossing my hair to the right side of my shoulder, I leaned down towards him. “How ‘bout here?” Pressing my lips against his ear, I gently sucked on his earlobe and planted a small kiss.

  “No, but that feels good,” he whispered.

  I smiled. “Oh yeah? What about here?” Tracing my tongue down the nape of his neck, I planted a kiss at the collar bone. He moaned.

  “You’re getting close.” He chuckled. The sound of his laugh made smile.

  Sitting up, I looked down at him. “You make me happy.” It was such a random comment, but I couldn’t help it. Staring at him, I couldn’t believe that he was mine. Even in such a short period of time, I was beginning to fall for him. That scared me the most. My biggest fear was to fall so deep, that it would be too hard for me to accept if things were to go wrong. I could feel my eyes water at the thought, but I held back my tears. It was too soon to feel this way. The last thing I needed was for him to think I was a clingy psycho and that he should run.

  Sitting up on his elbows, his smile faded. “Mia, since the day I met you, I’ve been nothing but happy.” Then very slowly his lips curled into a wicked grin. “Though, if you keep walking around in tiny towels, I’ll have no choice but to punish you.” He teased, smacking a hand on the back of my ass.

  “Marcus!” Swinging my hand to smack his arm, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me in. Gripping the back of my neck, he forced my lips onto his and kissed me. Knowing my weakness, I allowed him to take over and please me in ways that only he can.

  ****

  The next two weeks couldn’t have been more perfect. Well except for the smart remarks from the secretaries in the office. The remarks were never directed to me, but I heard the snick
ering every time I walked by. It was difficult to adjust to females touching Marcus every time they spoke with him. It was actually disgusting how they bluntly threw themselves at him. Marcus would gently remove their hands from his arm or chest. He did it even when he didn’t notice I was watching. Good boy.

  Stephanie, his assistant, had toned down her narrow glares and eye rolling. She didn’t know I could see her grim looks when Marcus would embrace me in a hug, a kiss, or even when he made an endearing comment towards me. Marcus was clueless about her reactions, and I chose to keep it that way. I didn’t want him to worry about some assistant that couldn’t keep her smug stares to herself.

  It was the last thing I needed to worry about as well when I had the upcoming family dinner. Marcus hadn’t stopped talking about it. At first I thought it was canceled after hearing his conversation with Lou, but I put two and two together and realized he didn’t want Lou to be there.

  It was Friday, and Marcus promised to come over that night. I was excited because Jeremy was leaving straight after work with Stacy to go to her parents’ shore home. That meant I had the entire apartment to myself, and I planned to take advantage of it. The last three days I had done nothing but make arrangements to ensure that this would be the most perfect night.

  I just needed Marcus to stay away for a couple hours, so that I could have everything ready. It felt like the longest day of the week. What made me more eager for this evening was that Marcus and I hadn’t been together the past few days. Our time together was spent only in the office. He’d been busy in the evenings a lot. We talked over the phone and sent a few texts messages, but that’s all. I wasn’t complaining. I’d take what I could get as long as I could see him.

  “Hey, babe.” Marcus poked his head through the door. Looking up from my computer screen, I smiled at him.

  “Hi, baby. Is it five yet?” Grabbing my phone, I looked at the time to answer my own question.

  “Yes, uh, I’m going to be a little late tonight. I have something that I have to do.” He carefully said, expecting me to be angry.

  Perfect! This would give me plenty of time to set everything up. “Okay, what time do you think you’ll be over?”

  “Ah, maybe eight. Is that too late?”

  “No, it’s perfect. I can give you the spare key, just in case I’m in the shower or something.” Standing up, I dug into my purse. Locating my key chain, I slid the spare key from the ring, walked over and handed it to him.

  “Okay, babe. I’ll shoot you a text when I’m on my way.” Leaning in, he quickly kissed me and hurried away.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Dinner was ready, dessert was in the oven, the table was set for two, and a couple bottles of wine were being chilled. The apartment and bedroom were set up just like I’d imagined. I stood in the living room admiring my master piece. Smiling at my work, I did a final check. The candles were lit, the lights were dim, and rose petals trailed into the bedroom. The new red satin sheets were neatly spread across the bed, and some cuffs that I purchased were lying on top. I’d never done anything like this before, and in a way I was nervous. He may pretend to think it’s silly, but I know he won’t actually think so. I glanced at the clock. It was only seven; he should arrive within the next hour or so.

  Running towards the bathroom, I began to doll myself up. My makeup was flawless: I decided on the smoky-eye look. My hair was teased and wild; and the pink lip gloss definitely made my green eyes pop. I looked in the mirror, and I barely recognized myself. I looked HOT! The black lace corset enhanced my curves. The matching lace panties lay perfectly on my rounded ass, and the red pumps I wore gave the outfit the finishing touch.

  Super excited about the night, I went into the kitchen to take the pie out of the oven. The flaky golden crust looked delicious. My stomach growled. I was starving…skipping lunch may have been a bad idea, now that I think about it. Now that everything was ready, I could sit back and wait for Marcus to arrive.

  Me (8:35pm): Hey babe, u on ur way?

  Me (9:00pm): Everything ok?

  Me (9:38pm): I’m starting to get worried.

  Me (10:15pm): Please call or text me.

  Me (11:25pm): Babe?

  Marcus (12:00am): I’m so sorry, on my way now.

  Was he fucking kidding me! I was seriously upset. No, I was irate. No, better yet, I was furious! I’d been worried the past four hours, thinking something happened. I’d called him, leaving him voice message after message. And what did I receive? A text with a simple, “I’m sorry, on my way,” what kind of shit is that? Arrrgh! Stomping over to the beautifully decorated table, I grabbed the wine bottle out of the bucket that was filled with water from the melted ice. I poured myself a glass and drank, and drank some more, and then some more.

  After the entire bottle was finished, I began the second one, and it was almost two in the morning with no Marcus. I was so angry with him at that moment that I didn’t even want to see him. Screw him! Deciding to lock the top lock since he couldn’t get in without that key, I stood to make my way to the front door.

  Whoa. The entire room was spinning; too much wine at such a fast pace wasn’t doing me any good. Blinking a few times so the spinning could stop, I managed to have a clear view. Wobbling over to the door, I stopped when the door knob began to jiggle. He’d arrived. Just awesome! When the door opened, he froze, gawking at me with a huge grin from ear to ear.

  “Baby.” He breathed, pleased with my appearance.

  I rolled my eyes. I was too angry to blush over his reaction. “Don’t you baby, me.” I said, waving my finger at him while slapping my free hand on my hip.

  His expression dropped instantly. Closing the door behind him, he didn’t take his eyes off me. “I’m so sorry. I am really, really, sorry.”

  Waving my hand in the air dismissing his apology, I stomped over to the island in the kitchen and poured myself another glass of wine. “I don’t want to hear it, Marcus; I’m beyond angry right now. So save your apologies for someone else.” Taking a gulp of my drink, I watched through the glass as he looked around at the rose petals on the floor and the table perfectly set up for two.

  He sighed, and his eyebrows pulled in. “You did all this for me?” he whispered.

  “No, Marcus, I usually do extravagant shit like this once a month. You happened to walk in at the right time!” He looked down, clearly disappointed in himself. Plucking my shoes off, I made it a point to not stop there. Maybe it was the wine on an empty stomach, but I wanted him to feel crappy for standing me up.

  “Yes, I did it for you. I’ve been planning it for three days. I cooked you dinner even made dessert. I didn’t eat…at first I was worried sick, thinking you may have gotten into a car accident or hurt. Then I got a text from you at midnight, four hours after you said you would be here!” Slapping both of my hands against my chest, I slightly lost balance but managed not to fall. “And you walk in here at two in the morning, and what? Am I supposed to welcome you with open arms? Oh, Marcus, I missed you; please eat my food and fuck me?” I looked at him through hazy eyes, waiting for him to respond.

  He traced the top of his teeth with his tongue, and then his lips curled to the side. His jaw tightened. He was angry now. “Okay, I think you’ve had enough to drink.” With one step he was beside me, reaching for my glass. I yanked it away before he could grab it; some of the red wine spilled on my hand and onto the granite counter top. “See what you did!” he said.

  Annoyed by his crap I yelled, “Fuck you, why are you still here?”

  His eyes widened. “Seriously, Mia? You’re going to talk to me like that? Give me that!” He gripped my hand…we began to wrestle back and forth with the glass. The rest of the wine spilled all over the floor and onto our clothing.

  Realizing that I was not giving up, he gave in, letting me have it. Angry with the entire debacle, I slammed the stem on the island causing the glass to shatter. His veins protruded off his forehead. It pissed me off even more that he was angry. He ha
d no right to be angry! I’m the only one that should be mad.

  “I said I was fucking sorry! What the FUCK! This entire little scene isn’t necessary, Mia. You’re acting like a child!”

  Did he just seriously say that? “I’m acting like a child? I’m acting like a child!” Stepping back to the table, I turned and grabbed the covered food. Lifting the plates, I slammed them to the floor. All of the food and broken glass splattered across tiles. “Is that fucking childish enough for you. Get out!” Breathing heavily, I pointed toward to the door.

  Hovering over me, he yelled, “FINE!” His face was red with anger. He stormed away, grabbing his keys on the side table by the entrance and then slammed the door behind him. The loud thumping noise brought me back to reality. I slid down the wall, dropping to the ground, sobbing. Throwing my face into my hands, I couldn’t believe what just happened. What have I done? I was probably acting childish, and there was no excuse, not even liquor. Somehow the liquor gave me the courage to act stupidly.

  Even though I was still furious with him, I had to wonder what was so important that made him six hours late. He was so secretive, and it was getting hard for me to deal with.

  I probably sat there for fifteen minutes before I heard the front door slowly open. I didn’t have to get up to see who it was. I just knew it was him. Who else would it be?

  “Mia?” His voice pierced through the kitchen, and I lifted my hand, so he could see where I was. He walked around the island and spotted me. His face dropped, and very slowly he inched over to me. The front of his sneakers tapped against my toes, and he bent down to my level. He lowered his head to me. “I’m so sorry ... about everything ... being late. You had every right to be angry.”

  I wiped the moisture of the tears off my cheeks and sniffed. “I’m still mad at you.”