All Chapters of MIXING PLEASURES: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I struggle to catch my thoughts as Will takes his leave and gives Marcus and I privacy to talk. He gives me one last concerned look and also silently says, “We’ll talk after this”. Yes, I definitely owe him an explanation seeing as I’m the reason Marcus just went all Mohammad Ali on his face.Marcus slipped of his jacket, loosening his tie as he comes around his desk and takes his seat, all quiet and imposing. His calmness is sending waves of fear and anxiousness through me.‘Shall I get you some ice?” A bruise is already forming on his right cheekbone where will decked him. My question is met with silence as he taped the pad of his fingers slowly on the desk.Why the hell did I say those words? Less then two hours ago after finding out I'm pregnant with Marcus’s baby -although I wasn’t sure about anything-, I was sure I would never tell Marcus. But here I am, about to explain to my billionaire CEO boss that I am pregnant with his baby even though to him, he has never so much as touche

I take three more tests when I get home, all positive. I didn’t want to believe it.I sit on the floor of my bathroom sick to my stomach.How could I let this happen?How could this be happening to me?Did the universe hate me so much or Am I just so terribly unlucky?People had one night stands all the time, I’ve had friends who swear by it, and we used protection goddamn it.“My life is over as I know it”How am I going to take care of a baby jobless and alone?I knock my head against the tiled walls and cried for the life I built, I cried for the life I lost, and I cried for Marcus Wayne.MARCUSIn the course of the twenty-seven years I’ve been on this earth, I can easily say I've experienced my fair share of heart wrenching nerve racking experiences, some self indulged and others from foolish risks.I’ve lost millions of dollars, I've broken hundreds of hearts but what I've never done, is drunkenly fucked an employee and not just that, but totally forget about it the next day. And

My breath hitched in my lungs for a monent, did he- then my eyes narrowed. "You dont know what I said that night" because he has no memory of it.And I wasnt sure how I felt about that. I grab my sandwich to leave because I don’t trust myself with him being so close but he takes hold of my arm by my elbow and pulls me back. “You're really not going to make one for me? I’m starving and you know I can’t cook anything”I have to catch myself before I laugh out loud, I know he cant cook anything, remembering the time he tried making himself some coffee in the break room, almost ended up with second degree burns.His gaze softened "I came here straight when I realized you werent at you desk, havent even had my morning coffee" I blink because I have never seen this side of Marcus before. I’m so used to him giving me instructions and making demands, that him pleading is… different. I nearly give in and make him one but I stop myself. “Then continue starving” I say, it’s harsh, I know but

At exactly 4:55 pm that afternoon, I receive a text message from Marcus. Marcus Wayne: Come outside When the king requests your presence. Just who does he think he is? The authoritative tone of his text makes me consider delaying, maybe for thirty minutes or even an hour, but I doubt he’ll wait. I know if I don’t show up within the next five minutes, he’ll come up here and carry me down himself. I swiped my palm across my face, I was getting upset again. I'd remained indoors all day, doing some chores, prepping meals and eating. Then I cleaned, anything to keep me from thinking about his visit earlier. And what almost happened, again. It's clear that I can't trust myself alone with him. I dress up in comfy clothes and a jacket to wade against the chill of the evening air. When I get downstairs, I see Marcus’s driver standing in front of the Bentley car. I approach, exchange pleasantries with him, and get inside. Once I'm seated, I angle myself to face the tinted glass

***I go about my day, setting up Marcus’s schedule for the day, crosschecking to make sure I’ve prepared for his meetings, I go through some documentations for a final time before forwarding some to the printer.Some senior partners arrive for their scheduled meetings and I see them to the conference room, provide refreshments and handed out briefs before heading back to my desk to get more work done. The phone rings as I’m in the middle of stapling some papers, I bring it to my ear without looking.“Wayne Technologies, Mr. Wayne’s office”“Hey Penny”“Stacy?”“You didn’t come in yesterday, are you okay? I sent you a text but you didn’t reply”I dropped the papers, “Oh yeah, sorry, but I’m okay now, just needed a moment to rest. I must have missed your text, sorry”“Sorry babe, Mr. Wayne must be working you too hard. Maybe you should ask for some time off?”I used to pride myself for not needing any time off, it was his second rule during my interview.I still remember it like it was