For the past five days, my confusion rose to a final decision that I need the job to progress. The night I told Monica all the insecurities I had made me look at her in a different manner. She was gone when I woke up. But the heat of the bed made me groan.
Sitting by the kitchen counter I finally exhale the ragged breath I was holding while writing a resignation letter to the professional job. My mind travelled through the memories I had with all of my colleagues and my students. I was happy. Julien didn't speak to me after that night. We had normal family gatherings and barbecues, and an outdoor picnic where my sister came with her date. They were so young and full of delight.
And so on we acted like a couple making hard to progress the life given to us. "Hey" he whispers. I jerk when his breath fan on my earlobe. A growl escapes him. "You seriously planning on giving them your resignation letter?" Where does the talkings come from? We are not close enough to talk that out. Are we? He smells good too. I lift a hand to my hair to brush off my curls which were falling on my face.
He turns his back on me and starts to mix cereal and milk together. My hand folds along with the paper "yes. I know it's kind of stupid to send it by postman but it will help." I say.
He looks up to me. His fingers stopped to mix his breakfast. I know we both are joining Marcus and his wife Stella for the holiday season but it's kind of absurd to start with. "Well, I don't protest to the fact" he assumes to search for spoons off the counter.
I make a way to hand the letter to our butler and make myself lock in my room when he grabs my wrist and turns me towards him "you are not going anywhere. I have some discussion to do with you!" I nod barely able to help myself from getting cuffed by his large body. He must go to the gym first thing in the morning. That's nice. Upgrading your body and feeling healthy. My bloating is nothing compared to his beautiful abs.
"What is it?" His brows knit into confusion. Without looking in any other direction I say "having a nice body must be wonderful to feel. Isn't it?" He jerks me up to his arms. His meal was momentarily forgotten. His chin is only a little inch away from mine.
"Yeah, darling," he says, with a strange note in his voice "it's fucking wonderful."
"Ahem-" a male voice breaks my intrusive thoughts as I take a quick turn jerking myself away from Julien like a teenage girl caught kissing her boyfriends lips. Marcus stands with Stella in his arms. As Stella's eyes lit with excitement and enthusiasm she brows me and I give her an apologetic smile.
"Men talk" Marcus announces as he kisses Stella on the cheek and I excuse myself when Stella take me away from them to a distant stool of Julien's booth counter.
"Oh. My. God. Progress Princess. What was all about that? Darling huh? Give me every fucking detail right now!" She orders to me with a sweet chuckle as she eyes my neck bruise where Julien pecked me five days ago. It's bad and I forgot to apply any makeup to it.
"Sorry, you guys have to see that" I say shaking my head to her. "Oh stop it. I can see it. How he glances over you. And that mark. What would you use to excuse yourself?" Stella has her confidence in her husband as they look like a normal couple. But we aren't, we are different and not a couple for sure.
My eyes go wild when Stella keeps on giving me smirks every other minute. For god sake. I'm talking about the business I and her husband will hand to Boston during the week. I can't focus. I can feel Monica getting awkward and nervous around them. Stella is a good wife. "Man? Hey man?" Earth to me. Marcus has been spouting facts about the second project on the booth we were going to present but my mind is fucked.
"Sorry, man what was that all about? Or it would be good to discuss it over the phone?" He folds his arms over his chest as he looks at Monica behind me. "Fuck it! Focus! Haven't you slept enough?" Oh god no! I didn't. I didn't even start to end with. What's he on anyway? "Look man, about the thing. We haven't done it. I just want her trust for now. So you know….." he cuts me off. "Don't give me that fucker. Not when Catelina and not now with her. She sees her world to go colourful. Enjoyable. Not fucking some miserable dipshit." His statement is so true to start with.
"Last week we both were drunk and he just lost himself that's it." I fib, knowing if I come up with the details she will make me laugh, giggle and even choke me to death. We barely even talk. She first came over to this house uninvited and even if they came here uninvited I was upset that they found us in a state where both were hot and playing with each other's desire. I can feel Julien's eyes on me. Questioning my sanity I instantly turn my face to Julien. His jaw tightens as he takes a sip of his water and sets it on the table.
"Time out." Julien snaps along with Marcus who smiles to me. "Oh….okay" I hear Stella stutter. My face looks so apologetic that I can't even offer them two glass of red wine for having us visit. She shrugs and kisses my cheeks before hugging me with her warmth. She shoves her hand inside the pocket of her long coat and gives me a smalls box wrapped in golden paper.
"It was a pleasure to meet your wife. She is still the same girl I met before the marriage." Stella waves at us and they drive to the direction of their house