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one hand.
“Don't,” she commanded, tearfully.
I wrestled inside and decided to try again. She was tying her pants back up. I took two steps toward her and she sprinted backwards. Now, she was only a few steps from the double doors.
“Marcus, I mean it. Don't.”
My heart constricted. “Mariah--”
“No. This is wrong. I have to get away from you. Please. Let me get out of here.”
I felt like total shit and I wanted to make it up to her. I wanted her so much and she was resisting me. I couldn't figure out why. Couldn't she figure out that I loved her, wanted her... needed her? Shit... maybe she loved, wanted and needed Wexler. He was on his way to New York soon and she could follow him. That way, I never had to see her or be reminded of this fucking moment. Like I could ever forget it.
At least I wouldn't have to see her live out her life with him and not me.
“Fine. Go.”
She gave me a pained expression and in my own aggrieved state, I felt confused. Did she want me? Is she afraid of something?
She turned to the doors. I called out to her and she stilled.
“Look at me,” I pleaded, wanting to see her face again; praying I read that expression right.
“No.”
I needed to see her face. “Mariah... turn around,” I demanded.
She turned and looked me up and down. She appeared guarded but when she looked at my face I thought I saw... what? Sadness? Fear? What the hell was she so afraid of?
“What is it, Marcus?”
That sentence gave me a little hope. I crossed my arms. “This is not over.”
“That's what you think,” she said quietly then left me.
Shit! What was happening? Why does she keep running from me? She responded to me with fever; I know she's attracted to me as well.
I paced the floor. What the hell does she want from me? I've begged and pleaded, commanded and demanded and she responded to all of it. Why was she still resisting me? Slowly, realization crept up.
“She thinks I'm still engaged!” I picked up a vase and threw it at the far wall. “FUCK,” I yelled then gripped the counter, shaking at my foolishness. “I am so fucking stupid!”
Chapter SIX
Kiss my babies and tell them I love them
July 8, 2018
My phone vibrated, instantly pissing me off. I asked them not to bother me. I pull out my cell and frown when I see the ID. Blocked call.
“Blocked call,” I shout as my heart thuds in my chest.
“ Quiet ,” Matthew roars. “No talking! Don't even breathe!”
I stare at my cell. Matthew and Parker sit in front of me on the table.
“Play along. Put it on speaker, stay calm,” Parker says.
I hit answer. “Dr. Alexander.”
Someone whispers, then I hear a sniff. “Marcus,” Mariah whispers.
I close my eyes and shudder at my wife’s distressed tone, then there’s more whispering.
“Mariah... baby, where are you?”
“Marcus, I – I,” she screeches then lets out a pained gasp.
“Mariah! What's happening?”
“Okay,” Mariah gasps. “Marcus, I don't... I can't be married to you anymore.”
I look at Matthew, scowling. ‘Ask her why,’ he mouths.
“Mariah, why? What happened?”
“No,” she whines, then there’s a loud smack. My heart stops. I grip the phone and hold my breath; he’s hitting her to say what he wants.
“You didn't take me to New York, Marcus. You thought you were taking something from me but I didn't want it. The betrayal was in my face, right there in the kitchen, of all places.”
I give Matthew a 'what the fuck?' look. ‘Keep her talking,’ he mouths.
“Mariah, I’ll take you wherever you want to go, baby. Just come back home.”
“No, I... that smell is making me sick! It always does when I'm pregnant!”
More whispering and another fucking smack. Mariah screams in pain.
“Mariah!”
“Marcus, listen to me,” she gasps. “This is all about New York and how you broke a promise.” Then she sounds like she's reading: “I don't love you anymore and I never should’ve started up with
“Don't,” she commanded, tearfully.
I wrestled inside and decided to try again. She was tying her pants back up. I took two steps toward her and she sprinted backwards. Now, she was only a few steps from the double doors.
“Marcus, I mean it. Don't.”
My heart constricted. “Mariah--”
“No. This is wrong. I have to get away from you. Please. Let me get out of here.”
I felt like total shit and I wanted to make it up to her. I wanted her so much and she was resisting me. I couldn't figure out why. Couldn't she figure out that I loved her, wanted her... needed her? Shit... maybe she loved, wanted and needed Wexler. He was on his way to New York soon and she could follow him. That way, I never had to see her or be reminded of this fucking moment. Like I could ever forget it.
At least I wouldn't have to see her live out her life with him and not me.
“Fine. Go.”
She gave me a pained expression and in my own aggrieved state, I felt confused. Did she want me? Is she afraid of something?
She turned to the doors. I called out to her and she stilled.
“Look at me,” I pleaded, wanting to see her face again; praying I read that expression right.
“No.”
I needed to see her face. “Mariah... turn around,” I demanded.
She turned and looked me up and down. She appeared guarded but when she looked at my face I thought I saw... what? Sadness? Fear? What the hell was she so afraid of?
“What is it, Marcus?”
That sentence gave me a little hope. I crossed my arms. “This is not over.”
“That's what you think,” she said quietly then left me.
Shit! What was happening? Why does she keep running from me? She responded to me with fever; I know she's attracted to me as well.
I paced the floor. What the hell does she want from me? I've begged and pleaded, commanded and demanded and she responded to all of it. Why was she still resisting me? Slowly, realization crept up.
“She thinks I'm still engaged!” I picked up a vase and threw it at the far wall. “FUCK,” I yelled then gripped the counter, shaking at my foolishness. “I am so fucking stupid!”
Chapter SIX
Kiss my babies and tell them I love them
July 8, 2018
My phone vibrated, instantly pissing me off. I asked them not to bother me. I pull out my cell and frown when I see the ID. Blocked call.
“Blocked call,” I shout as my heart thuds in my chest.
“ Quiet ,” Matthew roars. “No talking! Don't even breathe!”
I stare at my cell. Matthew and Parker sit in front of me on the table.
“Play along. Put it on speaker, stay calm,” Parker says.
I hit answer. “Dr. Alexander.”
Someone whispers, then I hear a sniff. “Marcus,” Mariah whispers.
I close my eyes and shudder at my wife’s distressed tone, then there’s more whispering.
“Mariah... baby, where are you?”
“Marcus, I – I,” she screeches then lets out a pained gasp.
“Mariah! What's happening?”
“Okay,” Mariah gasps. “Marcus, I don't... I can't be married to you anymore.”
I look at Matthew, scowling. ‘Ask her why,’ he mouths.
“Mariah, why? What happened?”
“No,” she whines, then there’s a loud smack. My heart stops. I grip the phone and hold my breath; he’s hitting her to say what he wants.
“You didn't take me to New York, Marcus. You thought you were taking something from me but I didn't want it. The betrayal was in my face, right there in the kitchen, of all places.”
I give Matthew a 'what the fuck?' look. ‘Keep her talking,’ he mouths.
“Mariah, I’ll take you wherever you want to go, baby. Just come back home.”
“No, I... that smell is making me sick! It always does when I'm pregnant!”
More whispering and another fucking smack. Mariah screams in pain.
“Mariah!”
“Marcus, listen to me,” she gasps. “This is all about New York and how you broke a promise.” Then she sounds like she's reading: “I don't love you anymore and I never should’ve started up with
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