Chapter 8
“Stop Marcel, what are you doing?”
Marcel had followed her and he wasn’t proud of the fact, but he knew that something was wrong, something was off with Davina. He just hadn’t expected to find her in the arms of another man. He hadn’t thought, just acted when he had seen them locking lips. An anger had gone over him and he felt like he was too late. While trying to give her time to get used to the idea of them being together, someone else had come in and swooped her up. That was what angered him so. That someone else got to touch her and it wasn’t him.
“Marcel, stop it!”
Marcel hit the man when Donnie got his footing and the two men were fighting in front of her. She grabbed Marcel and he stopped suddenly, realizing what he was doing. Donnie sucker punched him while Davina had him sidetracked. It was a mess and Davina just stared up at him with those blue eyes and he hurt inside.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m sorry, I…I don’t know what I was thinking.”
And with that, Marcel walked away from the two on the sidewalk. People seeing what had happened stared at him as he walked away. His pressed white shirt had speckles of red and blood coming out of the corner of his mouth. What the hell had he been doing? Marcel couldn’t answer that.
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Marcel went back to work because he had nothing else to do. He didn’t expect Davina to come back in and she didn’t. He was left to deal with the phones and the scheduling and he really needed her. He wanted badly to tell her that he was sorry and he had lost his head. He was jealous and stupid, but she never came back to hear it. Through it all, he still wondered who the blonde-headed man was and why he had been kissing her. Had Davina so quickly forgotten him and if she had, Marcel knew it was because he had not given her more to remember.
Finally at the end of the day, he called Davina on the cellphone number that she had given him his first day. He had never used it before and she was not answering when he called. The phone went right to voicemail and he was left in his own self-loathing for being so stupid. How could he think that she would say anything to him after what he had done?
He left a message anyways, telling her he was sorry and trying to explain himself in the minute of time before the beep came. He hung up feeling slightly sick to his stomach and wishing more than anything that he had never went there, never followed her. It hadn’t mattered that she was seeing someone else. As much as it hurt, they weren’t even dating and he had no right. It didn’t change the way he felt inside, but he knew that it had to.
When Davina called off the next day, Marcel knew that something had to be done, said, to make things right between them. He was embarrassed, but had long since pushed past his pride. It was his fault and he had to fix it. Marcel tried to call her again, but it was becoming clear that he wasn’t going to get ahold of her in that way. The only saving grace there was, was no call from Elna, yet.
He knew where she lived from before and Marcel took the rest of the day off and canceled all of his meetings. Going down there with flowers seemed clichéd and he paused behind the driver seat, trying to figure out what he could do to make it known that he was sorry. Davina didn’t take him for someone that would be happy with gifts. The best thing he could do was just be honest with her and hope that he hadn’t messed it up with her permanently. They were meant to be together, he was sure of it, so it would all have to work out.
Marcel pulled up in front of her apartment and shook inside slightly. Everything that he had done could be erased with a say so from her, but he wondered if she would give him reprieve or be mad. He was leaning towards anger and almost didn’t get out of the car. He had to though. Sitting there was not okay, so he got out.
Pushing the buzzer, he was not expected and he heard her asking who it was. Marcel melted inside from the sound of her voice. “This is Marcel, we need to talk.”
Another stretch of silence that was seconds, but felt like an eternity. “I will come down there.”
“Do you really want to do this on your front porch?” He was afraid that he wouldn’t get the time to plead his case on the sidewalk, though he would if he had to.
“I don’t know if you are going to lose it again. You are kind of scary when you get mad.”
“Is he there?” He hadn’t thought that he would be there and if he was, maybe it was best that he didn’t go up. Marcel shouldn’t have asked though, not wanting to hear that he was. If that man was in her apartment, he would know that he had no chance.
“No, but what if he was?”
He sighed and leaned his head against the wall and the silver speaker. “Look, I am sorry. I just want to talk to you. We can do it wherever you want.” Marcel was giving up, already feeling defeated and unlike before when he would break up with someone, it seemed worse with her. They weren’t even dating, but the hole missing was already too vast to ever fill back up.
When he heard the buzzer, he gave himself a moment to feel hope run through him. Opening the door, he went up the stairs and found the door partially open like before. When he called her name, she was already in the adjoining room in the kitchen.
“Come in Marcel. From all your calls, it doesn’t look like you are going to take my avoidance any longer, so here I am.”
“You didn’t come into work today.”
“I figured I wouldn’t have a job and I wasn’t sure if I want one with you as my boss.”
He closed his eyes. This was not going to be easy. “I am sorry I lost it. I don’t know what I was thinking.”
“We aren’t even together and you followed me and then attacked my ex-boyfriend. We were having lunch, that’s all.”
Marcel liked the sound of it being her ex, but she was still angry. “I just saw him kiss you and I just got jealous. I assure you that it has never happened before. I have never cared so much before and the idea of losing you was too much.”
“Lose me? Marcel, you never had me. All weekend I waited for some kind of sign, but nothing. Always the gentleman. It could have been you kissing me, but you never did. Then you go crazy and start punching Donnie? You make no sense.”
She was working herself up, breathing hard and he moved towards her. Davina looked up at him as he grabbed her arms. “What are you doing?”
“What I’ve wanted to do since I first met you.”
His lips came crashing down on hers after his words and it took her body only a moment to catch up with him. It was madness, he was madness, but it was contagious and catching. Her lips moved with his, opening up for his tongue, moaning softly against him as he touched her. Breaking free from his grip, her arms wound around his neck, pulling him down to her.
Marcel groaned and pressed her against him with hands on her hips. It was what they both wanted and the way she whimpered below him almost made him go crazy. He pulled away, needing to say more before he lost control, wanting nothing more than to take her as he wanted to. He opened his eyes, catching her blue depths looking back up at him. “Was that all you wanted to do?”
She was challenging him and her eyes were devious. “No, but if I start, I am not going to be able to stop.” He pushed her back another couple of feet while he undid her arms from his neck.
Davina was pouting and fixing her shirt that had pulled back from his frenzied hands. “You seem to lose control a lot Marcel. That can’t be good.”
“Depends on in what way. You are the one that makes me feel so unhinged.”
She looked down, not able to keep the intense gaze. Davina had wanted his desires and for Marcel to tell her what he wanted from her, but the reality was harder to swallow. When he looked at her in such a way, it wasn’t hard to see the hunger. “Well, sorry about that.”
“Are you?”
Davina shook her head that she wasn’t. How could she be? When it was all she wanted since their weekend together. She took the few steps between them and looked up at him, linking her arms around his neck. “You shouldn’t be either. Now kiss me again.”
He gave in to her demands, pulling her towards him and against his hard chest. It was just as well, words not being adequate to express himself fully anyways. When he finally pulled away again, Davina’s eyes stayed closed and her grip stayed tight. “Do you want to go to the bedroom?”
He was already moving in that direction, dying to have her. There was so much to be said, but he couldn’t think, let along speak and he followed her back to her bedroom. Pushing her down on the bed almost as soon as he moved into the room, her body yielded underneath him, her thighs opening to let him settle in against her.