Marco disappeared again.
In the morning; after we’d had such a long hot night, after he’d made me cum three times; I couldn’t find Marco anywhere. I’d slept so well last night that I didn’t know when he’d left my bed. It was the first time I had slept so well since returning from Missouri. Marco had improved the quality of my sleep, but he also surprised me again in the morning. By disappearing.
I searched every corner of the house, but couldn’t find him, not even a single trace of him. If there weren’t red spots and soreness all over my body, I would have assumed that our night of lovemaking was just a beautiful dream.
My doorbell rang, and I rushed to open the door. My smile faded when the person standing in front of me was not Marco, instead it was Pedro. I had forgotten that Pedro had always come in the morning for the past four days. And during that time he was always nagging me about my eating habits.
“You must have expected someone else to come.” Pedro noticed my expression. I shifted and let him in. “‘He left?” he asked as he took out the groceries from the bag he was carrying.
I didn’t answer, stumbled to the dining table and sat down listlessly. I propped my head up with my hand. I looked at Pedro who was preparing breakfast. The bread he opened I guessed was still warm, like I could taste it.
“Is he the guy who’s been bothering you lately?” he accused. Pedro brought some vegetables into the refrigerator. He then shook his head, I was pretty sure he saw that the food he’d brought last night was untouched.
“He’s not bothering me.” I denied, obviously lying.
Pedro cracked some eggs, added various seasoning powders, and whisked them quickly. “And now you’re feeling sad again? Why, did he disappear again?”
“He has not!” Another lie.
“Then where is he now?”
“He said he’s going somewhere and then he’ll come back.” One more lie. I didn’t even understand myself. Why would I lie about this? Why would I lie to Pedro? Was I trying to save Marco’s reputation? Or was I just trying to save my own ass?
“Oh, that sort of thing.”
I squinted at Pedro’s tone, about to protest. However, I decided against it when I saw a car entering my yard through the window. I looked at it intently, with my heart racing.
I smiled widely when I saw Marco get out of the vehicle. I turned to Pedro. “I told you, didn’t I?”
I quickly walked to the door, opening it. Marco walked in smiling at me. His gaze made my knees feel weak. This is sick.
“Hey, you awake?” he greeted. I nodded, welcoming his short kiss. I swear I knew Marco was kissing me while looking at Pedro. “Apparently your friend is here early in the morning.”
“Well, we’re having breakfast.” I led him inside, just as Pedro brought two plates to the dining table. Both contained two slices of bread, scrambled eggs, and bacon.
Pedro stared at our arrival after placing the two plates on the dining table. “Hey, Mate.”
Marco nodded. He then extended his hand. “Marco.”
“Pedro,” he replied, shaking Marco’s hand. They shook hands quite firmly, probably too firmly. “Are you coming for breakfast too? I can get it ready.”
“No need, you guys.”
I pulled Marco a little and their hands finally untangled. The two of them sat facing each other, with me next to Marco.
“Have you known each other for a long time?” Marco asked, I hurriedly swallowed my food.
“Since the very start of college,” I replied.
“We’ve been close ever since,” Pedro continued.
“And Kim too,” I added, sighing when I saw Marco’s fist that had been tightening, now loosening slightly.
Pedro popped a piece of bread into his mouth. “So where did you two meet?”
“At the hotel.”
I glared at Marco’s short answer. Pedro stopped chewing for two seconds and then resumed while nodding. He glanced at me, which I returned with a crooked grin.
Feeling the atmosphere was so strange, I racked my brains, changing the subject. “Why don’t you join the meal? Pedro is pretty good at cooking.” I then bit my tongue. The last sentence shouldn’t have been said. Although it was faint, but I noticed Marco’s jaw harden.
And damn Pedro as he added, “Leanne likes my dishes, and I like to fill her mouth with food.”
“Well, I like to fill her mouth with something else.”
I choked violently. My fork fell to the floor. I coughed and Marco quickly poured water into the glass from the glass pitcher. “Slow down, Darling.” He tapped me on the back as he gave me a drink. His taps turned into strokes. He waited for me to finish the water. “You alright?”
I put the glass back on the table, nodding while breathing deeply. I glanced at Pedro who had started eating again.
Marco’s hand crept down to my thigh. I caught my breath when I felt his fingers slowly getting closer to my folds. I pressed my thighs together, preventing him from getting in. Marco smiled amusedly and pulled his hand back to the table.
Pedro didn’t ask or speak again. Probably all he had in mind was to finish his food and get out of here. I didn’t say anything either, already deeply embarrassed. In fact, when he lied by saying that he was late opening his cafe, I just nodded.
“I’ll clean up the kitchen, no need to worry,” I said, agreeing to his departure.
He nodded, gave me a quick bear hug, looked at Marco for a moment, then excused himself. He didn’t turn around at all and got straight into the car, driving out of my yard.
I hit Marco lightly on the shoulder. “Why did you say that?”
The man didn’t seem to care. “He was trying to piss me off and I gave him shit back. It was worth it.”
“That was pretty awkward.” I rose to my feet, carrying my plate and glass to the sink. “Did you have breakfast?”
“Breakfast isn’t my thing,” he replied and followed me, helping to clean up the things Pedro had used earlier.
I nodded, then smiled as I remembered something. “You’re back. You didn’t leave again.”
His movements stopped for a moment. He turned to me briefly and then focused on his work again. “I never left.”
“We both know that’s a lie.”
“I’m not bullshitting.”
A snort escaped from my mouth. I sensed Marco’s movement. He moved closer to me, twisting my body and lifting me up to sit on the counter.
His face came closer, lingering on my neck. He kissed it for a good while.
“Marco ….”
“You have to believe that I’m not lying,” he whispered in my ear. His right hand wrapped around my waist. His lips traveled down my neck to my shoulders. “I. Never. Left.”
“Yes ….” I was left helpless again. I fell into his trap again.
“Let’s go to the beach ….”
“What?” I complained as he suddenly pulled away. He really likes to act however he wants.
Marco gave me one quick peck on the lips. “Get ready, I’ll take care of this.” I was about to protest again when he lowered me down to stand on my own two feet. He turned my body to face him, pushing gently on my back and preventing me from turning around again. “Let’s go to the beach. Get yourself ready, I’ll take care of all this.”
291222, Anne Joyce