Chapter 27

Marshall POV

I sat as Leila stood next to me, a confident smile plastered on her face, reaching across the table to introduce herself.

My entire body still felt like it was on fire, the way she whispered was something else, almost like it was forbidden.

How I absolutely wanted her to continue to whisper all the bad things she wanted to do to me in my ear.

"Leila," She said with a voice that was like silk, and had easily moved into the dark sexual fantasy that was already playing in my mind.

"Holly, and this is my fiance Elliot, it's a pleasure to meet you" Holly grinned, grabbing her outstretched hand, eyes taking her in, maybe lingering a little too long on Leila, Elliot shifting in his seat looking shell shocked "How do you know Marshall?"

Leila looked at me and thought for a moment, no doubt thinking up something wild and creative, probably manifesting some scenario in her head to possibly either torment or turn me on, either way, I would probably be bound and gagged.

She seemed to be in a playful mood, one I hadn't notice on her before, well, not without her being cruel.

She shrugged, sitting down next to me, grazing my thigh with her hand "Through Monica, she was a client of mine"

"Oh Marshall was just telling us about you, I think what you do for a job is amazing!, I'm all for women empowering women, but you're next level and that's amazing"

"Thank you" She said with a polite smile, reaching for my coke and sipping out of it "I enjoy destroying them, one man at a time"

"Do you not like men?"

"A man isn't a necessity," Leila said with a cunning smirk pulling at her lips "A man is a luxury"

"The very wise words of Cher I dig it"

I turn to see where Monica, Laura and Alec are sitting and chatting, Alec nods at me and I take it as my time to regain myself so I get up, excuse myself and walk over to their table.

Also, a great way to keep me grounded since I won't be fully distracted by Leila and can gain my self-control back.

Almost instantly regretting the decision as I've now let Leila alone with Holly.

"Sup Marshall, how you doing?" Alec said giving me a nod jutting his chin at me.

"Yeah, so you guys wanna come to join us?"

Alec looked toward Monica and Laura who nodded, picking up their drinks and following us back to the area where I was sitting.

"Hey," Holly said beaming at everyone.

"Holly this is Alec, Leila's cousin, her friend Laura and of course you know Monica"

"So polite Mathers" Holly joked then greeted everyone while I sat back next to Leila as she looked at me, staring at me with her dark intoxicating eyes.

Everyone started to chat amongst themselves, Leila leaning into me and talking in a low voice "You come to stalk me at a bar and then get scared when you're alone with me"

I shake my head "No, I ain't scared baby"

"No, but maybe you should be, I could ruin your life" She said and gave me a wicked grin that sent the sharp sensation of excitement down my spine.

Who the fuck wants balance anyways.

Apparently not me

Right now I was paying roulette, holding the gun to my temple and pulling the trigger without knowing which chamber had the bullet.

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After a few hours, Laura announced she was leaving to go pick up her husband.

"Actually it's getting late" Monica said turning to Leila "Want a ride home with us?"

Leila nods and stands, then turning to me and winking "Its been a blast Slim"

"Its always a pleasure, trust me"

Everyone says their goodbyes, leaving me with Holly and Elliot again.

I turn back to Holly after watching them leave.

"Ok, so even I have a crush that woman now," Holly said fanning herself "That energy is big CONSUMING, I'm ready to break out the chorus to girls, girls, girls"

I groan and facepalm myself.

"That woman is violently out of your league"

"Excuse me?" I snorted "The fuck you mean out of my league"

"Marshall, did we just sit at the same table with the same woman?"

"Well yes-"

"She is high maintenance, you hate that"

"I've done other things before for her some I usually don't do, I'm beyond saving now"

Holly cackled at my duress "Well you're gonna have to pull all the tricks for this one, she can't easy"

"You don't have to tell me that, get what I mean?"

She nods "Oh don't you worry, I do, I'm literally messed up over this for you"

I went to drink from my glass which was now empty, looking at the red lipstick on the rim.

"She's out here already helping herself to your things too... This dangerous dance you two are doing is, just wow"

"You're not the one that's gotta stay up all night tossing and turning over it, it's fucked"

"Well you're single, do something about it" Holly shrugged "Wheres that cocky confident lady killer at?"

"So you're really gonna sit there and tell me to pursue a woman that literally gets off giving me blue balls? Like her mission in life is to continuously humiliate me and torment me as punishment for something I may have or have not personally done you her, but somehow don't fucking remember"

"Yes" She says with a shrug "Stop being such a baby and go grab your lady by that luscious locks, while she spits in your face-"

"Holly" Elliot mumbles.

"See?... My point is, just go for it Marshall, but right now we better call it a night, good luck and let me know when you've finished the song, I'm curious to what you put down"

We all stand at the same time, walking to the exit, I hug Holly and shake Elliot's hand and then we all walk in the directions of our cars.

I sit in the driver's seat contemplating life and what it had become, something I haven't done since got sober.

When my phone dings announcing a message, I sigh to myself opening it without seeing who the sender was only the greeted with a pic of a body in red lacey barely-there lingerie.

Fuck.

Me.

Dead.

I read the text below it and, then had to re-read or again because I thought I was seeing things, then I realized and just about started to hyperventilate right then and there.

From LeilaBought new lingerie, what do you think Marshall?

I had to comepose myself as I started to type a reply.

Come on Marshall where is that confidence you have?

I'm really gonna have to play her at her own game.

After pulling myself together I deleted the reply after typing it.

You know what? I'm gonna let her simmer, leave her hanging.

Why?

Because she would be expecting you to answer after sending you that picture stupid.

Jesus, here I am sitting in my car, in a goddamn carpark, arguing with myself.

"This woman is fucking killing me" I groaned out loud as I put the car into drive and started to head in the direction of my house.

Forcing myself not to detour to Leila's and show her there was no such thing as a fucking safe word.