Sugar & Spice

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Chapter 33

I don’t know where my lapse in judgment happened, but Marco has been slumming in my apartment for 3 days now. I tried to tell him that he can go home to his nice more expensive place, but he laughed it off. I haven’t had the chance to ask him why he’s chosen to stay. Is it because he’s actually worried about my safety or is he staying because he likes being around me? Or is it a little of both?

During his stay, he’s been nothing but respectful. Not once has he slept in my bed or tried to have sex with me which is such a weird occurrence in my life. Hell, even Ronan wanted in my bed the first night. It’s odd to have a man as good looking as Marco, sleeping in the bed in the next room. Every night I imagine him sneaking into my room and every night I’m turned on.

Despite the great fantasies, I do appreciate him staying for my safety. With this whole Ronan thing, I’ve been on edge leaving work every night. Ronan knows where I work and live. The fact that I let him know so much about me just scares me even more. I feel like I’m being watched all the time and it’s a hard feeling to shake. Marco reassures me that nothing is going to happen, but even he didn’t see it coming with Ronan tried to run us down.

On the morning before my shift, Marco wakes up before me and makes breakfast. I wake to the smell of pancakes and it draws me from the bed. I waltz into the kitchen with nothing but a shirt and panties on. When Marco’s eyes fall on me, he stops tending to the food for a moment just to run his eyes over me. I pretend not to notice as I grab a glass for water. I make a habit to reach for the glass on the top shelf so that my shirt will rise, showing off my ass. I can’t help but smile when I hear him groan softly.

“Did you sleep well, sunshine?”

“Yeah, I slept great. You?”

“Yeah, I waited for you to get in before going to sleep. How was work?”

I roll my eyes as I look back at him.

“It was crazy. Two guys started fighting. Then two girls started fighting, one of which knocked over all the drinks on the bar so I had to replace them. Phil was super stressed and he yelled at me then a second later apologized. I was so happy to get out of there.”

“I bet. Do you mind if I ask you a question?”

I raise an eyebrow.

“Ask away.”

“Bartending. Is that something you want to do forever?”

As I’m sipping my water, I think about it for a second.

“I mean, I never intended for bartending to be a long-term thing, but it turned into that. So I want to do other things? Yeah. I just don’t know what. Never went to college so my options are limited.”

Marco shacks his head as he plates our breakfast.

“Your options are never limited, Lina. You just have to know the right people and have the drive to go for something big.”

I nod in agreement, following him to the table.

“True, but I honestly don’t know what I would want to do.”

“How about one day when you’re off, you come with me to the office here. Let me show you around a bit.”

Cutting my pancake, I squint my eyes at him as he smirks at me.

“Are you trying to hire me?”

“Hire you? No. Give you a good opportunity? Yes. We have an opening for a brand ambassador.”

“And what does brand embassador do?”

“Well, you represent the company. You take our motto seriously and when you travel places, you are basically a spokesperson. You also get a ton of free stuff from other companies wanting to work with me. It’s a fast-paced job just like the one you have now, but with more free time for you and more perks.”

I nod, really thinking about it. I mean, it’s a great opportunity and I’d be a fool to pass it up, but is he only doing this because he wants something? What would happen to this great job if things don’t work out with me and Marco? Would he end up being another version of Ronan? Would he fire me?

“It sounds great, but I don’t know. I mean wouldn’t it be a little weird mixing business with whatever we have going on here.”

“I understand, but I don’t have ulterior motives with this. I know you’re tired of working at a dead end place and I want to see you do great things. I have the position to help in a way that has nothing to do with being a sugar daddy. I’m just giving you the platform. You can do as you please with it.”

It’s in that moment that I realize that Marco is nothing like Ronan and I really should compare the two. It’s an insult to Marco. He’s been nothing but great to me and is going out of his way to help me make a life for myself. I don’t see him doing this for anyone else. However, I don’t want to allow myself to feel exclusive to him. He’s still new in my life and I learned not to put too much trust into people like I did with Ronan. The one thing I do know is this is a great opportunity and I’d be a damn fool to let it go because I’m a little nervous. I need to put on my big girl panties and accept this.

“I think I would like that a lot. How about I take off Monday?”

“Great. Don’t over think this, Lina. I’ve seen you interact with people in that bar and I think you’d be a great fit for my company. Whether or not we work out, isn’t a factor.”

Those words honestly help me breathe a sigh of relief. It’s like Marco can read my mind and knows my worries before I can even fully understand them. As we eat breakfast, I really have a mental heart to heart with myself. As much as I don’t want to repeat the same mistakes, I know this isn’t one of them. Marco is nothing like Ronan. Ronan has turned out to be the worst kind of human and Marco has been here to protect me from him. He’s kind, smart, caring, protective, and every kind of definition of good looking.

As we’re sitting there eating and I’m sitting there feeling my myself like Marco more and more, I hear a knock on the door. Hopping up, I go to the door before Marco catches my hand.

“You don’t have pants on.”

“Oh, crap. You’re right.” I laugh as Marco goes to the door instead.

I watch from the kitchen as he answers the door, I see him flinch a little when he opens it. I become weary of what he’s seeing until he comes back in with a large poster board with dead flowers on them. Marco slams the door as he pulls the board in. I rush over to him and turn the board to look at and when I see it, I gasp softly. Tears come to my eyes as I see pictures on top of pictures of me sleeping naked in Ronan’s bed. When I look at Marco, his face and neck are red with anger. When I see a note on the board I open it, blinking away the tears. On the note is Ronan’s handwriting.

I hope you didn’t think you could just walk away from me. You’re still mine. -Ronan

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