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“What would putting a dining room together at Marcus’s house have to do with our morning meeting and me not being here?” I ask.

  Marcus now looks at me with scrunched brows and a worried look.

  “Ali, Marcus called me at five in the morning as he couldn't get ahold of you. He was an absolute mess demanding your number. I didn’t have a choice but to give it to him. He messaged awhile after stating you were fine and that you may not making the meeting. Is everything ok? We were all really worried.” He says with a look of concern.

  I stare back at him in confusion. I left Marcuses house, I went home. SHIT, I think I forgot to message him and let him know I got home safe. This all still doesn’t make sense, I fell asleep than what. Marcus called Tony, got my number. I look down to the table placing both of my palms on the cool wood. I didn’t hear any phone calls, but I didn’t plug my phone in. It’s dead, I still need to charge it. I think back to my dream, Carter showing up for me, going to bed in my dress but waking up in my bra and underwear. Throwing myself at Carter. I look up to everyone around the table.

  “Ali?” Tony says. “You look kind of pale, maybe you should sit down.” He says standing from his chair and walking towards me.

  “Oh. My. God.” I say sitting down.

  “Ali, you're really worrying me.” Tony says.

  “I’m fine Tony. Just remembering things.” I look around the room. “Do you guys mind if we cancel the morning meeting, it was going to be boring anyway. A discussion about company growth and our yearly income and stuff as well as a discussion about upcoming projects. I’ll email you guys the information and touch base after.” I say.

  Everyone stands up from the table but Tony who remains at my side. They usher their goodbyes with a look of concern, not a single one of them brave enough to make eye contact as if that will provoke an awkward conversation. Not a single one of them know me. Not the real me. I’m the happy, giddy stress free boss. The way I walked in here, the look of shock and modification of remembering that I threw myself at Marcus and thought he was Carter. That right there showed them a reason to look at me with concern. I unraveled and showed my inward emotions on the outside. I take a deep breath as the last person walks out of the room and let it out in a loud sigh. I look over to Tony.

  “Tony, really I am ok.” I say, plastering on my fake smile and working on regulating my breathing. “I just fell asleep after a late night at Marcuses and forgot to let him know I made it home safe. I rushed here for quickly this morning that I’m thinking I didn’t get enough sleep and probably should have sent an email out this morning cancelling this meeting instead of trying to continue with it.” I say.

  Tony scrunches his brows again, this time in uncertainty I think. Probably trying to figure out if he’s going to believe my bullshit or whether or not to push for more information.

  “Really Tony, I’m fine. I cabbed it here today, I’ll just take another cab back home and take some time to rest.” I say trying to portray the kindest most sincere smile at him.

  Tony smiles back at me, the lines in his forehead easing. I push up from my chair, Tony standing at the same time by my side.

  “Do you need to hail you a cab?” He asks.

  I bend down and pick up my bags, “no, I’ll be fine but thanks Tony, do you mind locking up?” I ask him.

  “Not a problem.” He says. As I start walking off towards the front door. I turn back and see him watching me. “I’m sorry for getting you and everyone else out of their bed so early this morning for nothing.” I say to him.

  “Don't worry about it Ali, we're just happy you’re ok.” He says with a kind, soft, smile.

  I turn back towards the door and push my way through it. Once out on the city street I take another breath and steady myself before hailing down a cab. Once in the cab I sit there for a second, the cabbie asking me where I’m going. I don't respond right away, left in a day of my own confusing thoughts. I went to bed in my dress, and woke up in my bra and underwear. I rattle off Marcus’s address to him. I don't even know if he is going to be home but I need to make sure that nothing happened.The cab takes and I stare out the side window trying to remember what was dream and what was reality. I can’t believe how embarrassed I feel, I can’t believe I stripped off my clothes. Did I actually throw myself at him, how far did it go, did I tell him how I wanted to be fucked. I don't remember anything other than opening the door, seeing Carter and remembering the ache between my legs and how insatiable I feel. The shower has already been erased from my mind and body, no remanence of the pleasure I felt. I did release, I need incredible hard intimate sex. That is why I pictured Carter. Between the messed up resurfaced of him by that phone call and the memories of the intimacy we shared my subconscious was telling me something. It was remembering a time where I was the most happy, and my body was the most adored, it remembered how it felt to be satisfied by a man. A man who betrayed me though as as much as my mind if telling me to be smart, my body and heart is telling me to move on. To learn to give in again to feel the pleasure and ecstasy. The cab pulls up to the house, I lean forward and tap my credit card on the portable machine then get out of the car.

  I walk up to the door. My plan is simple. Figure out what happened, then figure out what could happen. I knock on the door, I knock on the door again. I stick my ear to the door and hear nothing. There are no cars in the round about, I ring the door buzzer. Again hearing nothing. I reach into my bag for my phone, and remember it’s dead.

  Brilliant, just brilliant. I think. I’m in the middle of know-where and don't have a working phone or my car. I turn around and slink down the door. The days have cooled off now to a point where I don't feel like dying in the sun, the wind if relieving. I sit down fully at the entrance to the house and lean my head back into the door, closing my eyes I think for just a moment. I’ll have a rest, then recoup and figure out my next plan, seeing as the last one went so well.

  I wake to the sound of gravel crumbling, and engine roaring, my body shivering. I open my eyes and notice that the sun no longer shines and its night. I don't know how long I’ve been sleeping here but it was more than likely the whole damn say. I raise my head from the door and groan in agony. Marcus yells my name as I see the passenger window rolled down in front of me, him sitting in the car looking up to where I am.

  “God damnit Ali, what are you doing?” Marcus turns off the car and hops out, jogging around the car to where I am. I try to stand from where I’m sitting but everything is in utter agony from sitting on that concrete step for so long in an awkward position.

  I look up to Marcus, the look of concern on his face. The look that everyone seems to be giving me lately. I’ve really fucked up my happy persona lately I think to myself.

  “I came to apologize.” I say to him.

  Marcus bends down beside me. “How long have you been here.” He says brushing the hair from my face. “Jesus Christ Ali, your skin is so cold. How long has it been? Why didn’t you call me?” Marcus reaches up and opened the door pushing it open, then reaches in under my legs and behind my back hoisting me up into his arms against his chest.

  “I don't know how long I’ve been here.” I say in a quiet voice. “I’m sorry.” I say, I can feel the tears coming down my cheeks, involuntary and only adding to my heap of a list of emotional embarrassments.

  Marcus looks down to me, he walks me through the house and up the stairs, down a hallway. I’ve never been on the second floor I wonder. I lean into Marcus relishing in his body heat, not realizing how cold I was until now. Marcus walks into a bedroom and set me on the edge of the bed.

  “I’m going to start you a bath, i'll go downstairs and get us come food and then when you're done you can meet me downstairs.” Marcus walks over to his dresser and pulls out a shirt and lays it on the bed beside me, he walks into the ensuite, moments later I hear water running. He comes back and crouches in front of me.

  “Ali? Are you ok? Did something happen?” He asks. />
  I shake my head no.

  “I came to apologize.” I say. “I didn’t realize it was you when you came to the house last night, I’m sorry I didn’t message you when you came to the house, I'm sorry that I confused you when I stripped my clothes off, I wasn’t thinking. Well I was thinking but my thoughts were all over the place. I came to talk to you, to see what happened, really happened. I’m also sorry that I showed up here and that I’ve caused this to happen” I indicate to me sitting on his bed. “. We were supposed to remain professional and I feel like I really fucked this all up now.”

  Marcus reaches forward taking one of the strands of my hair hanging in my face and tucking it behind my ear. He takes a deep breath, looking into my eyes. “Don’t apologize.” He says before be continues.

  “I came to your house, I let you pull me in. Don't worry though, nothing happened. You took off your dress and I left.” He says.

  I reach up covering my face with my hands. “Oh my god, I practically threw myself at you and then you left.”

  “I knew you weren’t yourself.” He says. Reaching up and pulling my hands down from covering my face. “You have nothing to be embarrassed about. You’re an incredible woman, It took everything in me to leave Ali.” I open my eyes and look at him, he looks sincere, calm, safe and so strong. The feelings I’ve been fighting for so long resurface. The air thickens.

  I pull my hands from his and reach out quickly to either side of his face. Pulling his face towards mine. Our lips crash together furiously I can instantly feel the tingles in my belly, my heart rate creep up. I can feel myself sweating. I climb off the bed into his lap as Marcus falls backwards onto his buttocks. I’m straddling him, his hands gliding up my thighs to my hips, his fingers digging in with just the right amount of pressure. The heat of my sex swirls, my skirt raised when I straddled his lap exposing my garter and underwear. The cool air brushes against my bare cheeks. I can feel everything through the thing layer of my thong against his jeans, the frictions unremarkable. I grind myself on his lap as Marcus groans into my mouth. I can feel him hardening underneath me, I ache to feel him inside me. I have for years. His hands glide further up, pulling at the hem of my shirt tucked into my skirt, pulling it out before reaching it up and over my head. Our lips break momentarily before they crash back together. The air around us continues to get warmer, my skin feels red from his touch. I continue ti grind my sensitive sex against his rough jeans, the friction only making me more hungry for his cock. Marcus reaches up behind me and undoes my bra, his hands come around and pull it down. Marcus pulls away from our kiss looking down at my chest, his hands grabbing each of my breasts before his dips his head biting down on my erect nipple, sucking and flicking it with his tongue. I cry out, tilting my head back and pushing my chest towards him faster. He continues nippling and sucking while I grind against his lap, I can feel myself getting wet, soaking through my underwear. Marcus pulls back letting my nipple go with a plop noice. I look down to him as he looks down to the floor. Which is now covered in water. Both of our heads look towards where the trail of water comes from.

  “Fuck.” Marcus said. He gently lifts me off of him then walks into the bathroom and shuts off the bath tub. “Fuck” He says again rubbing his hand against the scruff on his jaw.

  “You look so incredibly sexy right now Ali, and would give anything to sink into you right now but.” He looks down to the floor covered in water. “Can we resume this after?” He says looking at me.

  I smile at him. “I hope so, because I have the lady equivalent of blue balls right now.” I say to him jokingly.

  Marcus starts laughing . “Yah, well I have the real thing right now.” Marcus leaves the room as I sit on the floor half naked. I stand up and try to figure out where to start. I grad to the his shirt of the bed that he laid down for after my bath and throw it over my head. I walk into the bathroom careful not to slip in the huge amount of water. Marcus walks back into the bathroom with a shop vac.

  “Smart.” I say. Marcus starts vacuuming up the water while I follow behind with towels drying up the remainder of the floor behind him.

  “Its a good thing you don't have carpet in here.” I say.

  “Carpet, in a bathroom?” Marcus looks at me with disgust.

  “Hey, it was a fad at one time.” I say. “Most of my bathroom Reno's from old houses still have carpet in them. I don't understand it either.”

  Once finished Marcus sits down beside me on the floor.

  “Well that was a mood killer.” He says.

  I look over to him smiling. “I seem to recall you saying something about food, and resuming the mood.”

  Marcus groans, then smiles looking over to me. “You’re killing me.” He says before he stands up and reaches his hand out for me.

  “Come on.” He says. “Lets get some food in you, a promise is a promise. Then we fuck.” He says laughing.

  The rest of the evening goes amazing, we laugh and eat in the dining room. Afterwards we walk through the house discussing what Marcus wants to do in the other rooms. He tells me that he plans and ends up giving me an envelope with a key in it so I can continue working on the house when he leaves for camp tomorrow.

  “I trust your design judgment.” He says to me with a devilish smirk reaching out and pulling me into him. “Thats it? You trust just my design judgement?” I say.

  “Trust is a two way street babe.” He says tipping his head into my neck, planting soft kisses and nibbling on the skin. I’ve had a storm of pleasure beating inside me, a storm ready to burst free. With every kiss, the brush of his soft lips against the sensitive area. His strong hands holding me tightly against his hard, muscular rigid body.

  “Are you saying you don’t think I trust you?” I say teasing him, my voice barely a whisper. My legs buckling.

  “I’m saying I want to earn your trust. I want to show you who I am, and what you're missing.” He says coyly. Marcus’s hands dip down to my thighs lifting me up, I giggle and wrap my legs around his waist. We kiss as he takes me up the stairs back to his room. Once were to the bed Marcus places one knee on the mattress slowly laying be back onto the bed, never taking his lips off of me. My legs ease around his waist and fall onto the mattress. I can feel his hands feeling my body, grabbing the hem to my shirt, I lift my body off the bed allowing him to pull the shirt off. Dejavu as this is where we were not too long ago. I never put my bra back on so Marcus lowers his hands on my body, he lightly grips my breasts and then lowers his hands to the zipper of my skirt. He slowly pulls the zipper down, my body screams for him to rip them off and fuck me. I squirm under his touch.

  “Just rip them off.” I say aloud. I can barely take the tension anymore.

  Marcus chuckles to himself as he slowly lowers my skirt taking in the view of my garter, my thong and my stockings.

  “This is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” He says with a throaty growl, the anticipation killing me which every passing seconds. I reach down undoing the straps on the garter and pushing it down my body along with my underwear. Marcus grabs me hands.

  “Please let me, I’m enjoying the reveal.” He says.

  I look down towards him. “This is very one sided. I’m almost naked and you're still fully dressed.” Marcus smirks again, a smirk that’s so unbelievable sexy yet evil. Marcus pulled off my garter and underwear. He then leans back off the bed and whips his shirt off quickly. It’s amazing as the first time I seen it. When he was in the towel. His muscles flex, his pecs stand out, and you can see the outline of every single ab, every single mouth watering flexing muscle. He leans back down and slowly reaches up to my inner thigh, his fingers brushing against the skin on my inner thigh as he hooks his fingers into the material. He looks at my face as he slowly pulls them down my leg. His pupils are blown, his breathing is laboured. His chest rises and falls which every breath. I can see how much this tortures him as much as its torturing me. I close my eyes and arch my back off the bed, liftin
g my hands up and running them along my stomach, moving them slowly up towards my breasts. While he slowly pulls down my stocking. I grab my nipple and pinch it, bucking my hips off the bed and groaning aloud. I hear Marcus cuss and open my eyes still playing with my nipples. Marcus finished pulling off my stocking and lift my other leg.

  “Your mean.” He says.

  “You’re the one removing my clothes tortuously slow. Do you want me to combust as soon as you touch me? Cause that’s where we are heading.” I tease.

  Marcus continues to pull off my stocking tantalizing slow. I want to scream, push up from the bed, mount him and fuck his brains out. His fingers continue to trail my skin as he pulls the stocking down. And which he finally gets the stocking down to the my food I sign in relief. My whole body on the edge of combustion. Every nerve on fire from his fingers being everywhere on my body. From my own touch, and knowing what his lips feel like on my skin. I feel the bed dip and look towards Marcus again. He unzips his jeans while keeping his eyes on me, raking over my naked body, devouring me with his eyes. He then reaches to the sides and pulls his jeans and boxers off in one quick movement. The only thing he has done quickly since he brought me into this room. I look down and that’s when I see his engorged enormous cock. Huge, veiny, and erect. Marcus must have notice me staring because he reaches down and palms himself, I can feel my vagina tingling, vibrating with need. I don’t know if he will fit but I’m ready for him to try. Marcus must have had enough as much as me as he starts to crawl over me on the bed. He kisses my legs, on his way up, followed by peppering my inner thighs. His hands kneading my body on the way towards me face. He lightly kisses my vagina and my body bucks off the bed again, I groan aloud in utter frustration. Kisses my navel and digs his fingers into my hips as he continues moving up my body. He kisses my breasts staying away from my nipples. I can feel myself breathing erratically. He kissing my jaw, his fingers digging into my sides. He kissed my cheek, then finally plants his mouth on mine. His tongue twisting with mine, the heat emanating form his body the feeling of his skin and his hard muscular body pushes up against mine. My hands sweep over his body, feeling everything. I break away from the kiss.