All Chapters of MIXING PLEASURES: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

**“So, I made a mistake, doesn’t mean I want to be tied to you for the rest of my life”“You already are” he pointed out with a flick of his index finger.“Well I’d rather not tighten the rope” I smirked.He says nothing for a moment and I busied myself cutting a piece of chicken, I popped it into my mouth, delicious. So I ate another piece speaking, “And I thought you didn’t believe me? according to you I am a jezebel whom took advantage of you in a moment of weakness”“I shouldn’t have said that”Was that his apology? He could damn well do better. “You shouldn’t have”A moment passed and Marcus glanced at me, “You know you’re trying a little too hard”I brought my glass to my lips “What do you mean?”“You want me, Penelope.”My smile drops, and I swear the sound my heartbeat could be heard from the back kitchens, I returned the glass to the table slowly, my palm turning slick with sweat, no, I didn’t, so what if I found him attractive? Hundreds of women did and it only meant I had a

The moment we enter Marcus’s office I pull my wrist from his firm hold but he doesn’t let go.“You can let go now” I complain, making to leave, with any hope I’ll make my way to the restroom without bumping into anyone where I can die in peace.Stubbornly, he answers. “Not a chance” his grip tightening significantly, but not enough to bruise.I shuddered, a shiver sunning down my spine, and squeezed what I now realized to be his pocket handkerchief in my fist, damp from my saliva and likely some vomit. He must have given me the first thing within reach.I turn to him, “I need to use the restroom, I just puked I need to brush my teeth” I explain releasing a long breath, the taste of bile, the scent of vomit clinging to me, made me want to puke again.Finally, he nods but still doesn’t free me from his possessive hold, “Are you okay? Do you need… help?” He asks instead.I frown, “Help? With what? Putting toothpaste on the toothbrush or running the brush bristles over my mouth?” as usual

I’m at my desk, furiously typing an email.“Careful there, whatever sin that thing committed it’s feeling very regretful, I assure you” bubbly voice calls in front of me. I glance up without pausing my movement, to see Stacy with her elbow popped on the edge of my desk. I spell out the final word and hit send then I inhaled. “Hi”One perfectly plucked blond eyebrow arched. “Hi? Who pissed you off?”I shook my head, then got go arranging the papers spewed across my desk.“Hey friend, are you okay? I heard you threw up at the board meeting” she made a face concerning coating her voice.Great.It couldn’t have been up to an hour ago and I’m sure everyone with a pair of ears would have heard about my little moment of shame. Gossips spreads like wild fire in this building.“Ugh…” I groan out. I swiped a hand over my forehead. “I’m okay, thanks for asking.”“forget taking some time off, maybe you should see a doctor, I think you might be coming down with something, you’ve been feeling off

MARCUSI might as well be invisible with how well Penelope has been ignoring my presence ever since our little discussion in my office. I didn’t regret completely my actions I suppose I might have taken it a little too far, I recall the way her shoulders dropped, her displeasure giving way to hurt as I pressed.It had to me done, I could see she wasn’t truly taking my proposal seriously, an now I only succeeded in making her upset. It isn’t good for her health. Stress was bad for the baby, that’s why I catch myself cracking a few jokes this during our catch up this morning to see if I can crack her stoic exterior. There wasn’t so much as a smile. No sarcastic comeback, not even a reaction that she heard.Mostly, I am unsure why she was determined to fight this, I wanted us to move past this to other things, if I can find out why she was so against marrying me I can find a way to convince her. While possessing a friendly demeanor, it took me a this to realized I knew nothing about her p

It has been another day of more silent treatment from me to Marcus and I know he is at the edge of his patience but I don’t care. I’ve caught him staring at me from across the hallway, while striding to his office, during conversations with his partners and even during office meetings. Not once have I been tempted to give up my silent battle against him. His words and actions really hurt me and this is me reacting to it.I receive a text from Will reminding me of our plans to have dinner together after work. you could say I finally pulled on my big girl panties to have the conversation. And he’s respect my need for space unlike someone.The office phone by my desk rings while I’m still deep in my thoughts.I answer. “Wanye Technologies, Marcus Wayne’s office, Penelope Cruz on the line”Then a deep chuckle reverberates from the other side of the line. “This is the first time I’m hearing you say that line completely”Right.Because he always cuts me off while I’m still in the middle of s