215 Danger Of Food Poisoning


    God must be fucking with him.


    Marcel thought so the moment ra came into his office. Of course, he had forgotten hended himself into a death trap by agreeing to give their rtionship a try. Now, Marcel wished he could go back in time and erase that very decision.


    He must have been sick in the head when he made her that promise. Nheless, it was inevitable; his rtionship with ra was bound to happen. So he might as well go easy on himself by getting to know her better. You know, give her the benefit of the doubt. Surely ra must be something worth more than this and they cane to apromise. In the end, their married life would be.... endurable.


    “Babe!” She said and Marcel was momentarily confused. Who was she.... oh him. God, he wanted to cringe.


    ra walked over to him, intentionally swinging her waist in that body tight gown that would have made his little man rise – if it had been someone else.


    Marcel couldn’t exin it but you could say he didn’t have the hot for ra – the same way he felt for a certain woman he was trying hard not to think about.


    He couldn’t even say he loves ra like a sister because that would be sinning against his conscience. He treasured Chloe more than ra.


    If he got in a situation where he had to choose between the both of them, he would pick his sister in a heartbeat. Perhaps then, out of obligation and respect for her mother Diana, he woulde back for her – or avenge her if she died.


    It was still baffling how ra could be so different from her mother. Honestly, Marcel couldn’t have cared whom he married knowing it would never be for love – as if he knows what the word means – but one thing was for sure, his marriage would be to secure a political alliance.


    .....


    He just never thought his father would be the one to y matchmaker and the man did it with a little convincing – by taking away his sister – else Marcel wouldn’t have listened. He – Marcel – would be the one to decide on his bride.


    “What are you doing here?” Marcel was honestly surprised. It was still quite early in the morning and she shouldn’t be here.


    At least, this is the first time she visited him at this hour and she didn’t look like she was here to cause trouble – and that scared him. Marcel was beginning to miss their quarrels. Then, he knew what to expect from her and was prepared for her. Now? He was venturing into unknown waters.


    “Well, you didn’t call as promised,” ra said, dropping a bag on his desk he tried not to notice.


    “I’m -” An apology was on the tip of Marcel’s lips when she stopped him.


    “So, here I am, making a move on you instead,” She leaned on his desk, her jaw resting on her intertwined hands while staring right at him, “Tell me you think it’s sexy?” She said, batting her long, fakeshes at him with a smile that was supposed to make him fall head over heels for her?


    Marcel swallowed, yet didn’t let his casual mask fall. How was he going to tell her that her efforts were quiteical to him instead of romantic and that he felt likeughing?


    But of course, that wouldnd him a p on the face and ruin the budding rtionship he was working hard for. So Marcel merely nodded.


    “Gosh, you’re so old-fashioned,” She rolled her eyes dramatically, just as she tugged on his cor and pulled him forward as she smashed her lips against his lips.


    Okay?


    That was the only thought in Marcel’s head as she kissed him, his eyes wide open. Even from close up, ra was indeed an attractive woman but she didn’t have the same fire Arianna carried that called to him. To his blood.


    Okay, he swore he was not going to think about her.


    “You’re distracted,” ra murmured against his lips and that was a warning to Marcel to sit up. Arianna was enough trouble, he couldn’t stand ra acting up as well.


    So he took her face in his hand and kissed her much more passionately till they had toe up for air.


    “That’s much better,” she grinned at him appreciatively.


    Seeing the pure bliss of happiness on her face, Marcel felt a sudden gnaw in his heart. He shouldn’t be doing this to her, he was leading her on when they weren’t even on the same tune.


    However, Marcel couldn’t stop, especially not now that he needed this docile side of her for his n. Surely, she can’t be a fool to think he would develop feelings for her overnight.


    He merely smiled at all. At least he treated her well, that should be something.


    “So....” ra began, pushing away from the desk, and reached for the bag she came with. She pulled out a food sk from it, “I was thinking we could have breakfast together!” She was ecstatic.


    “Oh.” Marcel showed surprise on his face, “Sure,” he said. She was really trying hard to make this rtionship of theirs work.


    Trying to be supportive, Marcel helped clear out the desk so she was able to set out the food that was probably prepared by her cooks. Not that he was criticizing her for not having cooking skills but Marcel wanted to be sure of what he was eating. If ra told him she made those herself, he was in danger of food poisoning.


    There was a lot of food and Marcel didn’t have to worry about where to start because she was the one feeding him. Marcel didn’t say anything and epted everything.


    “So I was thinking...” She said while feeding him, “We could go on a date this weekend,”


    “Sure. Sure,” Marcel merely nodded as she went on and on as if he was paying attention to what she had to say.


    “There are many ces we could go for a romantic getaway. There’s the beach, a long walk in the park, belt it out at karaoke....”


    Then he heard it.


    Bam!


    The sound of a gun going off.