Chapter 54

Marshall POV

I was beginning to think I was crazy.

No crazier the usual, but I had thought I had at least grown out of that stage by now.

I glared across the restaurant at the blonde woman, who giggled heartily with a man who touched her hand gently.

It was torture and woke up old demons.

The woman's intense eyes landed on me before returning them to her date.

I knew I shouldn't be here, she had warned me after all.

The fuck was I suppose to do?

It's her fucking job genius.

I force myself to look back down at my menu, pretending to reread it for the 3rd time.

With all my insecurities in the world, I had managed to enter a relationship with a woman whose job was to flirt with other men.

The universe had officially gone crazy.

I was jealous, and couldn't stop it.

I looked up to see he had moved closer and was now sitting at her side, whispering in her ear.

She bit her lip.

I clenched my jaw to try and keep the rage that was slowly building in the pit of my stomach.

I stood up and stormed out before I did something I regretted, made a scene and had another relationship forever immortalized the paper through the courts.

I got to my car, slid into the driver's seat and promptly punched the steering wheel.

Fuck.

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*Click*

I hear the door close then the sound of expensive heels up the stairs and then on the tile of my hallway.

I lay sprawled out on the bed, distracting myself with boxing on TV.

Looking at the time on my watch I look up to the doorway, Leila standing there, expression amused, head tilted to one side.

"Did you like the show, Marshall?"

In one swift move, I stood and stalked over to her.

"What do you fucking think?!"

"I did warn you," She said "You did it to yourself"

"Bitch don't play with me, you fucking enjoyed it"

She stood there, unbothered by the rage that filled the room as I stood, seething in front of her.

"It was easy money, of course, I enjoyed it" she shrugged "You have to get used to it Marshall, it's my job"

"Please, you could investigate other things for money"

"Why would I do that?" She smirked at me, reaching up and stroking my face "Men are much easier to manipulate"

I grabbed her wrist tightly, watching as she fought not to show the wince on her face, she swung her other hand hitting me in the chest.

"Fucking stop it"

"Don't show up again?" She said, demeanour flipping to anger, red lips turning into a sneer "You'd hate to know what happens at the hotel"

What the Fuck?

"YOU SAID YOU DON'T FUCK THEM!" I roared slamming her into the wall behind her "You lying bitch"

She laughed.

This bitch actually laughed.

At this point, I could taste blood from biting my lip in Anger.

"A lot like how you say you never have the groupies around you huh, yet you seem to always manage to have beautiful women around you?"

Wait, what?

My core temp dropped when I regained rationale momentarily.

"I don't?" I grunt at her, which she answered by rolling her eyes at me and I stood back "What the fuck are you talkin' about?"

"I heard one of your little sluts when you were on the phone to me, I'm not stupid"

"The only women that are around me are my assistants, receptionist or the girls Lala... is this why you're being like this? You think I'm out fuckin' other women behind your back??"

She stood there, scolding at me, hand crossed across her chest, looking me up and down with a look of contempt on her face, as if she was reading my body language, trying to find a lie.

"You know Monica, and the new Assistant to help Monica and you sure as shit know my receptionist, I ain't about to fuck around on you"

"Alright" Leila straightened up her posture, rubbing her wrist where I had grabbed it "I lied about what happened after, I don't do anything with them"

"You can't say shit like that"

"How am I suppose to feel, I hear bitches that aren't Monica in the background?" she snapped, lifting her chin, in a defensive stance, protecting herself "You believed me and all I had to do was insinuate, that says a lot about what you think about me"

"I don't think that about you, you were the one saying you were up to shit, I mean shit, REALLY Think about it" I snorted "Fucking hell Lala you fucking KNOW how I'm gonna react over this shit with other men, you can't manipulate me like that, I'm not one of your targets, it's not fair"

"I was just matching your energy Marshall, the fuck? You all but called me a slut"

"You were playin' me like a fool... I fucking hate that shit"

At this point I was still pissed at her, the vision of her with another man burnt into my mind didn't help.

We stood there glaring at each other, chests still rising and falling hard.

Five minutes ago I was ready to burn this bitch alive at the stake.

I snatched her arm up again and pulled her close, kissing her hard and aggressively.

She returned the kiss, equally hard and fueled by anger.

It was like a fucking drug, the euphoria had gotten a hold of me.

It was bad, but it felt so good.

The anger melted into lust and the need to indulge in the moment.

I slipped my arm around her waist and lifted her, legs wrapping around me, heels dropping on the floor and we walked backwards, my legs getting kicked out from under me as the back of them hit the end of the bed, and I'm landing down with a thud as Leila lands on top of me with her knees, lips not parting once.

I snatched her blonde wig off causing her to yelp quietly, everything holding her hair underneath coming undone, allowing her hair to cascade down as I sent the wig far across the room out of sight before I caught flashes of her earlier in it with another man.

I flipped us over, so that she was now beneath me, back to the mattress of the bed, her silk dress had fallen open in all of the movement and her lingerie corset one piece was now peeking out at me.

I grab her by the hips pulling them into me so she's close.

"You're mine and only mine, don't you ever fucking forget that"

Her intense gaze drops from mine and then rakes over my body from underneath me before making eye contact with me again, she bites her lip, she then reaches down and pops a few of the clips on her torso allowing her breast to be freed.

"Then you better show me and make sure I don't forget Superman"

That was all I needed to hear in my lust-drunken haze before I ripped the remaining fabric of the bodysuit off her and my rage fueled sexual desire took over.