Page 87 of Our Broken Pieces
“I knew it.” Audrey giggles.
“Okay, so it was amazing. But Gigi, you two crossed a line. You made this whole thing a lot more messy than it already is.”
“It’s okay, Melonie, we just decided that we’re both locked into this thing for a while, so why not have benefits? We’re both sexual beings, so why not take advantage of it?”
“Sorry, Gigi, but I agree with Melonie here. And she knows what it’s like to live down the hall from temptation.”
Melonie nods. “One question, G, and we’ll let it go. Where did you sleep last night, now that you’re back home?”
“Where I sleep shouldn’t matter.”
“Where, Gigi?” Audrey presses.
“In his bed.”
Melonie’s face fills with concern. “Just keep your head on straight, G. You’re treading in dangerous waters.”
“Don’t worry, I will.” I say it, but inside, I know I’m already drowning in what I feel for Marcus.
Chapter Sixty-One
Marcus
My father was in customer meetings the day I returned to the office from our trip to Orlando. It was nice to come back from a long weekend and not have the added stress of his presence. Even now, as I sit in our conference room, waiting for our weekly meeting, I don’t feel my usual anxiety. It’s an odd, concerning, unfamiliar feeling. I’m on my way to being married; he’ll hand over the business and I can be free of his rule.
Then there’s the other side of me, that feels calm because of Gigi. I tried to tell myself it’s just the fact that I got laid, but I know it’s bigger than that. It’s her being in my home, in my bed, the weekend we shared. She’s my opposite in so many ways, yet we’ve come together so easily. Always have. And now that she’s wearing that ring, now that I’ve been inside her, that I’ve heldher throughout the night, I realize she’s been inching her way inside of me for years. I just didn’t allow myself to see it. All I need to figure out is how to approach changing the terms of our agreement. Shit, throw the entire agreement out the window and do this for real. My only worry is, how do I approach it without the risk of losing her completely if she doesn’t feel the same way?
“You’re smiling.” I startle at my father’s voice.
“Oh, um, just looking over some numbers. We had a good week last week.”
“You asked Gigi to marry you.”
“I did. She said yes. It was a good weekend.”
“You didn’t talk to me first. While your mother was over the moon, I wish we would have discussed it.”
“I didn’t realize I had to discuss my choice of partner with you.”
“She’s difficult, Marcus.”
“She’s not afraid to speak her mind. I like that about her.”
“You might not feel that way ten years down the road.”
I look in his eyes, challenging him. “Dad, you aren’t going to sway me here, so you can save your words. I love her. She’s good for me.”
He nods. “I just hope you know what you’re getting yourself into.”
“I’m fully aware, and I couldn’t be happier.”
The week went by quickly, with meetings and getting caught up. It always amazes me how much piles up when I’m off for three days. Our group chat with our crew has been a series of non stop messages of congratulations, planning, and picturesover the past few days. I had to mute it Thursday afternoon to be able to focus on work. After I settled in at home that evening, I opened it to see what I had missed. The girls, Jax, and Linc decided we needed to celebrate the engagement, so Audrey suggested Melrose, one of our favorite clubs, and everyone agreed without my input that we would go this evening. I don’t usually like going out Saturday nights, but by the time I got to the messages, Jax’s mom was already enlisted as a babysitter for the kids, so I couldn’t say no.
I hear Gigi’s heels on the stairs as I slip on my loafers. She appears in the doorway of my bedroom, wearing a green silk tank top with a black leather skirt. Her curls and her tits bounce as she comes to a stop.
“You look nice, princess.” I step toward her, running my finger along the slope of her breast, her nipple hardening as I glide over it. “Turn around for me.”
She turns, and I place a hand at her hip and the other at the top of her back, pushing forward until she’s bent over in front of me. She glances back over her shoulder.
