Staying with Marco becomes easier as the days go by. Occasionally, I do have to remind myself after work that I’m not going back to my apartment for a while. Sometimes I miss my old surroundings, but it’s not that bad. Actually, it’s not bad at all. Living with Marco is as pleasant as it can get. In the mornings, I have someone to do yoga with. When I found out that he is a certified yoga instructor, I jumped on the chance to have him start teaching me. YouTube videos were only getting me so far. Marco was surprised though with how good I was for someone self-taught.
After yoga, we eat breakfast. I wasn’t aware that Marco was quite the health nut until he started cooking for me. He uses pretty much all organic ingredients. I don’t mind though. After a week, my body already feels like it’s happier with my dietary choices. And speaking of organic, I also wasn’t aware that Marco was into natural herbal supplements such as weed. I suppose I should have assumed that seeing as he’s basically a walking talking hippie. I’m not complaining about it either. I go to work a lot happier after my organic breakfast with a side of a potent high.
It’s safe to say that living with Marco is pretty much like living in a peaceful retreat. In the brief time I’ve been living with him though, he has come home frustrated once or twice. Sometimes, something at the company goes a little sideways and he has to figure it out. On top of that, he’s still on his toes about Ronan so there’s that too. He tries not to let it get to him, but it does wrinkle his forehead a bit.
I try my best to keep his space as calm as possible. When I come in late, I’m usually quite even if he is awake. I always expect him to be asleep when I come in at 2am, but he’s just always on the balcony with his laptop and a joint. And just like Blaire used to do for me, Marco has a sandwich or small meal waiting for me.
He doesn’t let work consume him though because when I get home, I can barely get my hands on my food before he’s coming up behind me. Earlier in the week, I was half way through my sandwich when he bent me over the counter and fucked me. I was no longer interested in the sandwich after that.
I keep expecting his sex drive to slow down a bit, but it doesn’t sway one bit. No matter how peaceful his life is, he fucks me like he’s angry at the world and I love every bit of it. I’ve gone to work, feeling the soreness in my thighs from riding him for God knows how along. There’s marks on my back from him scratching me while fucking me from behind. My ass has a small purple bruise from being squeezed and smacked. I know it would be easy to say that sex with Marco is the best, but it really is. I look forward to it every single day.
Sex with Marco also takes my mind off of Ronan seeing as I haven’t heard from him since his cryptic flower delivery. It keeps me on the edge of my seat not knowing if he’s finally let it go or if he’s planning something diabolical. In the meantime, I always have someone to walk me to my car and I make sure to check if anyone is following me. If I must stop somewhere, I make sure it’s well lit and there are a lot of people. I’m not taking any chances. Marco also makes sure to call or text when I get to work and when I’m about to leave.
This whole situation just seems unnecessary. I wasn’t with Ronan long enough to form any real attachment and yet he’s acting like some obsessed fool. I can only imagine how he treated his other sugar babies.
A part of me really wonders about Ronan’s other sugar babies. Marco says that he hasn’t seen or heard from them within the lifestyle since being with Ronan which makes me think that maybe they went through what I’m going through now. I don’t want to pry or anything, but I’d love to get in contact with one just to talk to her about it. When I asked Marco about it, he told me that he’s ask around for me and see if he can pull an email or phone number for one or two. I also ask him to get the number of Alissa too. I just want to be able to check on her.
If Ronan has been doing this to other women, then he needs to be stopped. God knows what will happen to some innocent girl if he decides to run her off the road and she doesn’t move in time.
Or maybe that’s already happened before.
He’s around his soliciting his natural charm and kindness to girls and once he has them where he wants them, he demands that they give up their lives for him. The longer I was with him, the more time he wanted to spend with me. Since I was going through a hard time with Blaire, he used it as a way to make it appear as though he was just being supportive. However, he was manipulating me into think that I needed to be around him to feel okay. I’ve lived alone most of my adult life. Solitude has never been my problem until Ronan came along.
With everything else on my plate, I’m still plagued with this career offer for Marco’s company. I haven’t mentioned if to Phil or anyone else at work. I’m too afraid to for some reason. Leaving this run-down bar would be like leaving my comfort zone. This was my first real job and for a long time, I didn’t see myself being capable of much else. I guess it takes having someone see the potential in you to make you think about it. I just don’t want to leave this place and find out that Marco was wrong about my potential. I don’t think I could ever come back with my tail between my legs.
I guess I should accept that my life is at a four way stop right now. There’s just too much going on to allow me to immediately choose the road I should take or if I just hit a U-turn and go back. I have these feelings for Marco and he’s opening a lot of things within me. He makes it easy to want to take this prosperous road, but then there’s Ronan. He’s in the back of my mind telling me to run in fear. And then there’s me. My conscious is telling me to take the safe road. Stay in my apartment, work my same job, be alone because solitude isn’t that bad.
Deep down, I would usually play it safe and stay in my bubble, but the road Marco is wanting me to take make me happy. I don’t know what possessed him to come into my life, but I’m glad he did, and I don’t think I can let fear or doubt keep me from happiness.
But, every road we take comes with some sort of bittersweet outcome and that’s the real scary part.