As I pulled into the underground parking of my apartment complex, I was very thankful that my stall was right beside the elevator. I stared at a sleeping Ana and wondered how i was going to get her up to the penthouse. I parked my vehicle in the stall and contemplated waking her, But quickly thought against it as she looked way too peaceful to disturb.
I walked over to the passenger side, picked her up, and carried her To the elevator. I pressed the button for my floor and patiently waited as we went up, humming to the elevator music. Once there, I moved to my door but panicked when I realized I needed to grab the keys from my pocket. I gently placed her on the ground and was quite surprised when she didn't wake up.
With a slight chuckle, I carried her to the spare room and left her sleeping on the king size bed. I ensured the blinds were shut and gently closed the door behind me. I smiled to myself and wondered what kind of day tomorrow would bring.
Ana's POV
I woke up with a pounding headache, which made me even more confused about my surroundings. I sat up and looked around the unfamiliar room and all the memories of the day before came flooding back. I threw my head back on the pillow and and tried to hold back my tears. I was so lost and didn't know what my future would hold. I no longer had a loving boyfriend And I no longer had a best friend.
I grabbed my phone and tried to unlock it but unfortunately the battery was dead. I searched my purse for a charger with no luck.
I'd have to ask Marcus if he had one.
I sat back up and took in the decor of the room. Everything in the room was a shade of white and grey. It had Grey hardwood floors with a light grey rug. A king size bed with a grey headboard and White bedding. Beside the bed was a Distressed white side table and a matching dresser on the other side of the room. It was completed with a White accent chair and A beautiful glass chandelier, which hung over the bed. The whole room looked like something out of a magazine. Regardless of the colours, it didn't feel sterile but modern and comfortable.
I decided I needed to find a bathroom and pushed my legs off the bed. Even that slight movement made my headache 1000 times worse. I saw what looked like an entry to the ensuite and made my way into it.
"Holy shit, this is bigger than my room" I stared in awe and followed the pattern of white and black marble that surrounded the whole room. The walls and floor blended in together and a glass divider stood in the corner which made for an oversized shower. My favourite thing, by far, was the massive claw tub in the middle of the bathroom. I decided right then and there that my life mission would be to take at least one bath in that tub.
I finished my business and washed my face with water. I needed to get to my toiletries stat! I stepped out of the bathroom and decided to follow the smell of bacon and secretly hoped that there would ACTUALLY be bacon.
Once I left the bedroom I could see a massive open space concept with a large kitchen in the corner. The same decor scheme followed the rest of the house and I could appreciate the commitment. The white mixed with greys made the whole place seem bright and spacey. I was internally in love with all of it and couldn't help but be envious. It was perfect.
My eyes landed on the kitchen with Marcus in it cooking up a storm. As I approached I cleared my throat and offered a smile when he looked my way.
"Morning, thought I'd make you something to eat" Marcus beamed back " I'm not sure what you like so I just made a little bit of everything"
I stared at the massive spread of food in front of me. He made French toast, regular toast, pancakes, bacon, hashbrowns, and cut up fresh fruit.
"You didn't have to, I'm really not that hungry" I lied.
I sat down on the stool in front of the food and my stomach immediately gave me away. Upon hearing the loud grumblings coming from my belly, he grabbed a plate and passed it towards me. He tried to cover his laugh with a cough but failed miserably.
"Coffee?" Marcus asked.
"You never have to ask, the answer will always be yes" I grinned. 10 minutes ago I was crying into a pillow, a moment later I was grinning like an idiot. His energy was contagious and exactly what I needed. If I was alone In a hotel, I'd still be crying in bed.
He passed me a mug filled to the brim and set some sugar and cream in the middle. I eagerly took the spoon and threw in one teaspoon of sugar and a bit of cream. The coffee was amazing and I burnt my tongue gulping it down.
"This is amazing. Best coffee I've ever had" I took another sip.
"Glad you like it" Marcus smiled and took another bite of his bacon.
Marcus POV
I slowly took in her appearance, noticing things that I would have let myself notice before. Ana was curvy and thick in all the right places. Judging by how the shirt hugged her chest, she was at least a double-d. Her nose had a splash of freckles which made her look cute and She was the only woman i knew that could pull off sexy and cute at the same time. I wondered how she would taste and had the desire to push her up on the counter and find out.
My thoughts snapped back when i noticed Ana looking at me.
Shit, I forgot what we were talking about.
Coffee, right!
Might as well be talking about the weather. I'm not this lame.
I decided to ask some harder questions to get them out of the way. " So where are you going to start, like, what's your game plan? Do you want to make things work with him?" I secretly hoped she wasn't that stupid.
Ana shook her head no so hard i wondered if she got whiplash.
"I don't know what I'm doing. I know that I can't make it work with someone that could do this to me. I don't even know how long this has been going on. I know it makes me sound petty, but I want them both to suffer as much as I'm suffering right now. Part of me wants to confront them right now, but I know Cole. He will deny everything and turn things around on me. With her help, they will make me look some crazy jealous girlfriend. I have to make sure that if I go at him, I have to be ready for war"
I shrugged but tried to look supportive. I didn't understand why everyone made breakups so complicated. You don't want someone anymore, you leave. Simple as that. Material things are replaceable. Self worth is not.
I collected her plate and set it in the sink. I noticed how fragile she looked and it upset me. No one should feel the way she was feeling. I may not have agreed with her waiting to end it, but at least I knew that she didn't deserve this.