CHAPTER 12 | BONDING WITH MARCUS

LUCY'S POV

It is 5'o clock in the evening, I was still bored and listless. I try to relax on the couch relishing the food which Elena had specially prepared for me. I wonder whether the maids have good food inside the kitchen secretly and so she provided me with their stock, but I know they wouldn't do it. I was still wondering who Susan was, out of jealously and curiosity. I couldn't think of anyone who could actually make Marcus love, let alone be single for 8 years because she's dead.

Well, I calculated the theories myself from what Elena said, and he had kept those letters safe, which meant he loved her. I feel a pit in my stomach, that he once loved someone. I wanted to read the rest of those letters, but Marcus would be back by now.

I didn't love him, I love Ethan. I wonder what's wrong with me. He kissed me without my will last night, and I read his love letters, so I've started to fall for him? It sounds crazy. I can never love a ruthless killer with a sarcastic heart, and I realized that Ethan matched the same criteria.

Aiden enters my room after knocking twice, making me jerk from the couch.

"Deep thinking huh?" He asks me and places a brown cover on the table. I open it out of curiosity and find McDonald's big mac, Artisan Grilled Chicken Sandwich topped up with a chocolate smoothie. These were my all-time favourite, I wonder how did her find out.

"Olivia called, and your phone was with me," He says as if reading my mind. I didn't realize that my phone was missing, no wonder I was bored all day. I'm felt stupid, even though I was bored all day, I didn't realize my phone was missing.

"Why would she tell that to you in particular," I ask him

"I asked her what you would need on an everyday basis," It was so sweet of him, bothering himself with what I need.

"I'm glad you asked," I open the parcel and eat the food as if I've never tasted anything like this.

"Hey Lucy," He started, "You must be wondering why I am doing all this," I let him continue, a part of me was curious, but the rest of me wanted to eat the food in peace.

"Marcus asked me to," I stop eating and stare at him. My inner feelings burning beneath the torso, the areas he touched yesterday stung.

"I thought you cared about me," I say, without a smile.

"Well I do care, but Marcus is more bothered than me," He shifts his weight and sighs.

"He hesitated killing when you were the blackmail factor," I imagine being in the place for the rest of my life if Marcus hadn't saved me. I would've even got killed.

"No way," I gasp, trying to recollect my every memory with him. How he had saved me from the drunk man with the dirty cloth. He had always saved me. He wanted to protect me because I'm a bargaining factor, but why would he care for me? It was all so confusing.

"I think he loves you, Lucy, I hate to say this but I think he really cares for you," Now he made me feel like an idiot, I was all the more confused.

"What?" I ask him again, clearly impatient.

"He doesn't care for anyone Lucy, I doubt whether he'd stop killing someone if I was in danger," He says, eyes filling with agony.

"I'm sorry," I say, I wasn't sure what that meant, but I hoped that it would help.

"You needn't be, Marcus is like that," He grunts.

"Oh," I suddenly feel special and wanted. I've never felt this way with Ethan, I really have to stop comparing.

"Well then, I'll see you around homie," He pats my shoulder and walks out. I was surprised that he said the "homie".

I wanted to see Marcus, talk to him about anything. I walk towards his room and enter it, only to find him sleeping. I've never seen him sleep, and thus I often wondered whether he was a vampire. To realise that he wasn't one, added up to my disappointment list since I always fancied them. I close the door and move slowly towards the bed.

I sat on the bedside table, biting my nails when I saw the vault. He looked calm and composed, his lips were pressed to the pillows, and his skin was bare. I didn't know why I felt something for him, I wonder whether it is love, but it is too quick to assume it was love. He protected me, he cared for me, I felt jealous too.

"Stop starting me Lucy," He says, and sits straight up on the bed as if he never slept.

"You are awake?" He had jerked me.

"From the moment the floor bed creaked, "He shrugs

I didn't want to confess anything to him, since my ego resisted. After he kissed me last night, I felt rebelling about anything he says. I don't want to submit myself to him.

"Ahh, I was bored," I say, trying to start up a conversation.

"I see, I thought you were hiding from me," I blush and try so hard to hide it, but it was too late.

"Want more?" He asks me, while I sit on the chair anticipating his next move. I didn't want to kiss him, though I wanted it. I slowly shake my head, indicating my head. I look at my fingers which were anxiously peeling their skin off. He bends down and looks at me from below, hiding my fingers.

"Stop looking me like that," I blush hard, my words miserably failing to hide it. Why did I suddenly feel this, because I realised the fact how I felt?

He pulls me close by my face, cupping them into his large hands. I wanted to get out of here, but still, I wanted this moment. He searches into my eyes, looking for anything why I was behaving oddly today.

He kisses me slowly, I moan silently letting him in. I don't know why I was doing this, I know this is wrong but still, I wanted him to touch me. I wanted those strong hands to explore my body, put them on fire. He pulls away and places me on the bed, and pushes me to the soft mattress. The door jerked open by the guy who dragged me into my room last night.

"Have you ever heard something called Knocking, Hayde?" He asks him, clearly annoyed. I was in a moment of ecstasy, to realise what even happened right now. It all felt too fast, but yet too good to be put away.

"Sorry, I didn't know," He says.

"You need a date for the Ejoute Ball, seems it is mandatory. We cannot cancel it now since we had planned this months ago," Hayde explains after pulling out an invitation. He looks at me and Marcus, and I realise why. I wonder whether Marcus will take me to it.

"I'll take Lucy," He answers, making my heart leap a bit.