"The day before my father sent me away to juvie I help a little girl who got hurt when some girls pushed her down some stone stairs. I was reading a book of poetry about life and repeated this one to her to get her mind off the pain. I carried her 11 blocks to her house. I never did get your name." Marcus said.
"That boy was you?" Ariel asked.
"Looks like it was. I always wondered what happened to that little girl. When I was 16 I went back but your family did not live there anymore."
"We moved across town so I could go to another school. Small world." Ariel said.
"Yes, just like in the movies or a fairytale." He laughed.
"Your dream is like a fairytale or movie. In real life you don't have women scheming all the time for some guy. If someone hurt me over a guy and the guy was too dumb to stop it, then our relationship would be over."
"So if some girl wanted me and framed you for a crime you would leave me?"
"Would you believe me and make her pay or believe I did something wrong, forgive me, and let her hurt me again and again?" Ariel asked.
"I would never let anyone hurt you, ever."
"In a story the Female lead gets hurt over and over before the happy ending. True life is nothing like that. If it was, then the girl would just leave. The only happy ending would be she survived the male leads stupidity." She laughed.
Before they knew it 2am had come and they said goodnight to each other.
Marcus woke up at 8 and dressed in shorts and a tshirt. The therapist was a big man and put Marcus through a tough workout.
"We will have you walking with in the week." The therapist said.
He made his way to the shower and struggled to get in. Maybe he needed to hire an aide till he could walk again. He managed to get in and shower but getting back out was hard. The chair had rolled across the room. He struggled but because of the workout could not get back into the chair.
He reached his phone and hit the first number he seen without looking who it was.
When he heard the phone connect "Fuck get over and help me. I have fallen and I can't get up."
Then the sweetest voice came over the phone, "Where do you live? I'll be right over. Are you safe right now?" It was his Mermaid.
"Ariel, I am sorry I did not know I called you."
"It's all right give me your address. I am in a cab now so I'll be right there."
Marcus gave her the address and when she hung up he looked at the phone. That was right she was the last to call him. She was going to rescue him. Then it hit him, "No no no." She could not see him like this.
"Hello Marcus, I'm here were are you." Her voice came through the house.
"The last room down the hall. It use to be a den but right now is my room. I'm in the bathroom." He yelled back.
She came through the door and froze. He lay on the bathroom floor with just a small towel over him. He was buff with a massive body, his chest was huge, broad and hard. Goddammit, he was sexy. Too fucking sexy for her own good.
"You keep lookin' at me like that and you're gonna make me think your sass is all show." he smiled.
"How am I looking at you?"
"Like you want rip your clothes off and do nasty things to me."
She shook her head, "You wish, rich boy."
She then help him into his wheelchair and took him into the room.
"Thanks. Can you help me into bed?"
"What?" She panicked a little.
"I want to rest a little, therpy took a lot out of me. Then the hot shower. I want to lay down a little." He smiled. The flame was still in her eyes said she wanted him.
She helped him sit on the bed and he then pulled her close to his chest. He could feel her heart racing.
He held his gaze as he reached up with both hands and nimbly opened a button of her blouse. The shirt she had never exactly been equal to the task of holding in her tits, even with a bra. So then, when he flicked open that fourth button from the top, her tits kind of spilled out. She felt her nipples harden, and that was when he finally let his gaze break away from hers.
"I'm not just wishing I could do nasty things to you, Mermaid, I'm planning to." He undid another button, and then another, and then the shirt was open completely.
She tried to willed herself to unfreeze, to slap him, to back out of his reach, to do something, anything. But her body betrayed her brain by remaining still.
All she could do was stand there as he slid his palms over her shoulders and down her arms, brushing the blouse off along the way.
His eyes were roaming and flicking, fixing on her breasts then moving up to her face. His hands, though. God, those hands were a tease. Hovering at her waist, not quite touching her.
"You're fucking gorgeous," he murmured.
She stood stock-still and stared down at him, waiting, barely breathing. Willing him to make the move so she could claim all she was doing was going along with it. He didn't, though. Didn't touch her. He simply looked, his big chest rising and falling a little too quickly for her to believe he was unaffected.
"You take my shirt off for any particular reason?" Ariel asked, working hard at sounding casually sarcastic.
"Yep." He rubbed a thumb over the lace, across her erect nipple, sending a shiver through her. "I wanted to see your tits."
"And do you typically just take what you want without asking?"
He brushed his thumb over the other nipple, sending another shudder through her.
"Yeah, for the most part. But I don't think you need to act all pissy, since you didn't exactly stop me, did you?"
"You didn't give me a chance."