An Unfairness

"Marco?"

He was silent for a moment. He always had this mysterious look. I swear he looked at my exposed waist for two seconds, then back at my face.

"Leandra ...." His voice floats in the air.

I smile. He remembered me this time. My subconscious had the idea of getting into the elevator, but before my feet had even taken a step, Marco reached over and grabbed my hand. He pulled me out onto the balcony, out of the way of the partying crowd.

"Hi...," I greeted awkwardly. "I didn't expect to see you again."

What a lie. I spent three days just thinking about when I would see her again.

"How on earth did you get here?" he asked without looking at me. Both of his hands were holding the bars of the balcony. His gaze wandered far into the unknown.

I followed the position of his body. My face was hit by the cold night breeze. "It's Kim's coworker's party, a friend of mine I used to call, in case you forgot."

Marco immediately turned his head. "Your friend is a reporter?" I nodded. "You too?"

"No, I'm not. Wait, is this that important?" I changed my position, leaning one side of my body against the balcony divider.

Marco faced forward again, then sighed. "Forget it."

"You're unhappy to see me?" Damn, I hated hearing how pathetic my tone was when I said that. I didn't intend it that way.

"I didn't say that."

"At least look at me when you talk!"

Marco looked down, looking desperate. Silence seemed to separate us. I counted as I waited. And at the count of thirty-one, Marco growled softly. He then walked over to me, I reflexively leaned my back against the cold metal. He locked me between his hands.

"I can't see you," he said, sounding so stupid that the look in his eyes managed to bring out the red tinge on my face.

"You're looking at me now."

His cold right palm touched my exposed waist, sending electrical power through my body. "Leandra... Leandra...," he whispered.

"I'm listening."

Marco's face drew closer. His breath, which was also so cold, tickled my face. My heart skipped a beat. After almost going crazy thinking about him for three days, he was actually here tonight, just two inches away. I closed my eyes.

However, when I was sure the tip of his lips had touched mine for a glimpse, a split second, Marco moved his body away. I opened my eyes in shock. What the hell was he doing!

"This is wrong," he said, frustrating me.

"What...?" The distance he took made me feel so cold. The night wind pierced me to the bone. I really don't understand why Marco said that.

"I'm not a good person," he said. My heart throbbed painfully. I was beginning to understand where this was going. "You need to stay away from me. We can't be like this."

"You pulled me here." I didn't want to lose. Even though I was about to walk up to him in the elevator earlier, but who knows? Who wouldn't believe me if I said that I was about to enter the elevator because I was going there, not because I was approaching Marco? "You were also about to kiss me."

Marco ruffled his hair. He then took a step forward, lowering his head to look at me intently. "We won't meet again."

"You are still in my debt."

"You want me to kiss you again and have that debt paid off?"

Really, did he lose his mind? "What's wrong with you?"

"Yes or no?"

"No!" I exclaimed in frustration. My heart beat faster, no longer from grogginess, but from anger and fear. I clearly knew where this was going to lead.

Marco looked at me for two seconds, then sighed. "I give up. You'd better fucking forget about me." He then turned around, leaving me behind like a fourteen-year-old girl who was dumped by her senior at school.

I watched his retreating back, and my heart felt like it was hit with a bat of concrete when I saw him approaching a woman. She had very pale blonde hair that was so long. I could only see her back, which was pretty unlucky because Marco's hand was wrapped around it. The both of them got farther and farther away, and finally disappeared around the corner.

I would have almost cried if someone hadn't appeared with a bright smile and a suit that no longer seemed to have any stains. "Hey, you're here."

"Fred." Really, I was going to feel bad for that guy. " Would you like to sleep with me?"

***

It was so hard not to imagine Marco when I was with Fred. Every time Fred buried his face between my legs, the visual of Marco would come to my mind. I knew it wasn't fair to Fred, but I swore I was trying my best.

My hands gripped the white sheets firmly. Sighs and moans escaped out of my mouth, filling the empty air in the room that Fred had rented just minutes ago.

I'm not a good person. "You're crazy."

You need to stay away from me. We can't be like this. "You are fucking crazy."

You'd better fucking forget about me. "You're fucking driving me crazy."

Fred looked up. A satisfied grin graced his face. His brown eyes looked at me with passion. "This is nothing."

No, Fred. Sorry, I wasn't talking about you.

He crawled up my body. His lips kissed mine softly, deeply, and passionately. God, if only I had met Fred first before Marco, I would have loved being with Fred. He's not a man who is rough and wants to dominate women. He even asked me twice if I was sure I wanted to continue this.

Fred got up. He knelt on the bed and put the protection on his cock. Then he went back to sucking on my lips, at the same time as giving me one thrust down there. I moaned, it felt so good. This was the first time I had sex again after almost a year. And I didn't expect to be doing it with a guy I'd only met for a few minutes, and it was even crazier that I was doing it out of anger at being dumped by another guy. Again, this wasn't fair to Fred.

231122, Anne Joyce