Marco's Redemption

by Lynda Chance

  As she looked around the interior of the penthouse, her heartbeat went wild and she tried desperately to catch her breath. He spoke from behind her. “Come on. I haven’t seen it, either.”

  He propelled her into the room, moved his arm from her waist to grip her hand, and led her through the apartment one room at a time.

  Natalie had no words as she looked around in stunned appreciation. She was completely speechless as he looked from one room to the next, and made only minor comments as he pulled her along. She tried like hell to answer him, but she was very much afraid her words were only garbled sounds of agreement and pleasure. Or so she hoped, at least.

  He’d had the penthouse completely redecorated while they’d been gone. Everything had been swept away as if it had never been, and the entire home was redone with new furniture, accessories, paint and flooring.

  It was reminiscent of the decor from the restaurant that she had cooed over and she loved it. She loved everything about it, from the warm colors to the stone accents and everything in between.

  But she was totally taken aback that he’d had it done. For her? What other answer could there be? He led her over to a plush, comfortable couch with a large, matching ottoman that served as a coffee-table. He pulled her down with him, testing it out.

  “What do you think?” he asked.

  “I—I—” Natalie was still completely speechless—almost afraid to react.

  He grimaced as if in pain. “If you don’t like it, it’s not a problem. I’ll have the decorator come out again and redo it the way you want it. Shit. I’m sorry. I should have let you choose to begin with.”

  She laid her hand on his arm to silence him. “Marco, stop.” She looked away from his eyes and then back again. “It’s perfect—perfect. I couldn’t have done better. I love it.”

  “Thank fuck. It took them the full week to do. We’d have to move out again.”

  She clenched his arm and looked around the room. “You did all this for me?”

  “I didn’t do it for me.” His eyes were like razors as they watched closely for her reaction.

  “But—why?”

  “You know why, Natalie. You hated it. And I can’t have you hating our home, or you might leave.”

  “I wouldn’t leave just because of the decor.” She stated simply.

  “Not a chance I was willing to take, okay?” His words were firm and Natalie knew by his tone that the conversation was over.

  “Okay,” she whispered.

  Chapter Nine

  A week later, Natalie walked out of the apartment with both phones in her bag and the SIM cards switched.

  She’d worried over the thought of him tracking her more than she cared to think about. The situation couldn’t go on. Everything was good between them. Their relationship was progressing at a slow but good pace. They were in a place she was very comfortable with. Although only defined as ‘a couple,’ she wore a ring he had given her, and that was enough for her.

  The house had been redecorated for her, and that pleased her beyond belief. The night after they’d gotten home from New York, as he’d wandered in and out of the kitchen after she’d cleaned up after supper, she pulled everything from the cabinets and reorganized them to her satisfaction, as if it were her own kitchen.

  And he’d watched her, the only problem he’d had was the amount of time it was taking her. The set of his mouth indicated it was past time for her to be in bed with him.

  So with her boundaries set, her kitchen, her domain, his ring on her finger and the right to call herself his girlfriend, the only problem Natalie had was the freaking annoyance that he didn’t trust her.

  And it had to end. Today.

  She’d picked the place for the confrontation carefully. A street in Downtown far enough away from home that he’d drop what he was doing and come look for her, unless he trusted her enough to just call, but she doubted he’d do that. She hoped he would, but she doubted it. The location was close enough she could get there by train and on the outskirts enough, not completely surrounded by tall buildings, that he shouldn’t have a problem pinpointing her location.

  She wanted him to pinpoint her location, all right.

  Natalie walked into the Starbucks she’d already chosen, ordered a coffee, and walked into the restroom. She dumped the coffee into the sink, rinsed and dried the cup out and slipped the smart phone inside. Walking outside to the patio area, she hid the cup in a large potted plant next to a trash receptacle and walked down the street to an outside magazine vendor and pretended to be immersed in browsing for a purchase.

  She chatted with the vendor, bought a pack of gum, and continued to look at the magazines while watching the street in front of the Starbucks.

  The whole process had already taken over thirty minutes since she’d left the penthouse, and she figured something would happen soon, at least she thought it would.

  If he were going to call her, he would have done so already.

  Just as the thought came, Marco’s car came sliding up to the Starbucks. Fury encompassed her being, and she thanked the vendor and walked swiftly in the opposite direction from the car, pulling out her phone and dialing as she walked. He picked up on the second ring, but she didn’t give him even a second to speak. “Are you looking for me, Marco?”

  “Yes.” He didn’t attempt to deny it.

  “Your spy phone is in an empty coffee cup inside that potted palm tree next to the trashcan, if you want it. I damn sure don’t. I won’t be your prisoner anymore. You have my number if you want to call me. If you’re interested in having a normal relationship. She ended the call, turned left, cut through a bank and went down a flight of stairs before becoming immersed in the network of tunnels under the city.

  She sat in a fast food restaurant for about an hour, sipping on a Diet Coke, her fury and pain growing when he didn’t call her back, until she realized that her cell wasn’t picking up a signal down there. She berated herself, feeling like a fool, and then left her seat and went back up again into the sunlight.

  Immediately, her phone chimed and registered the text messages she’d missed and his furious voice mail that demanded to know where she was.

  She decided he could stew for awhile, and didn’t call him back, but walked at her leisure back to the penthouse.

  He was waiting for her when the elevator doors opened.

  “Where the fuck have you been?” His rage was palpable, but Natalie was angry as well and itching for a fight. She’d left all her stuff in the penthouse, having decided not to move out until she knew how this was going to play out.

  “In the tunnels.” She said simply, showing no reaction.

  “The tunnels? The tunnels are dangerous, Natalie!” he hissed.

  “Dangerous? I don’t think so, Marco. I was sitting in a fast food restaurant the entire time.”

  “You don’t understand. Maybe the first time you go there you might think it’s safe—”

  “You’re assuming today was the first time? I’ve been exploring the city for weeks.”

  The look he gave her became frozen, impenetrable. His eyes hooded and his features hardened. “You’ve been lying to me.”

  “Lying to you?” she puffed out. “I don’t think so. I simply took the SIM card from the phone you gave me and put it in my old phone, which I happen to like better. How’s that lying to you?”

  “How long?” He was trying to control his anger. Natalie could see that, just as she could see the tic in his cheek that he couldn’t control.

  “Since the day I got lost and you picked me up. You know what hurts the most, Marco?”

  He crossed his arms and raised an elegant eyebrow.

  She continued, “The fact that you think I’m that stupid. I even tested you on it, you know? That day I went to the library and you got so upset. You thought I’d forgotten my phone. I realize that I’m small, I don’t have a college degree, I don’t have a lot of money. But just as sure as I am that the Earth spins on a tilted
axis, I’m that damn sure that my I.Q. is higher than yours.

  “I don’t think you’re stupid, Natalie—”

  “Don’t give me that crap, Marco. You think I’m small and frail and helpless. We know that much. Why don’t you just admit it and let’s throw stupid into the mix?”

  He gritted his teeth and ran his fingers through his hair. “I don’t think you’re stupid. I’m sorry I underestimated you—”

  “Yeah, I bet you’re sorry, all right. Now you don’t get to keep tabs on me twenty-four hours a day. And that just hurts, doesn’t it?”

  “Yeah, it does,” he had the gall to say.

  “How dare you? How freakin’ dare you track my movements? How could you? What were you trying to accomplish?”

  His look became sullen. “I was attempting to keep you safe.”

  She slashed her hand through the air in frustrated anger. “Don’t bullshit me, Marco. You were trying to protect your twenty-thousand dollar investment—”

  His muscles tightened and he took a step toward her. “Bullshit. I’ve never given a fuck about the money. You know that by now. It’s been about you the whole goddamn time.”

  “That’s even worse! If it’s been about me that means you don’t trust me. You think I’m going to what? Steal your silver? Make off with your American Express card?”

  He let out a long low sigh as if he wanted to be anywhere else but having this conversation. “No.”

  “Then what? What for God’s sake?” she demanded to know.

  His shoulders stiffened and his eyes glared and when he spoke, Natalie knew he was telling her his exact thoughts. “I thought you might—cheat on me.”

  Her brow wrinkled in confusion as her mind ran over the recent past. “Cheat on you? I wasn’t even yours when you gave me that phone.”

  His eyes ran over her, top to bottom and landed back on her eyes. He studied her unwaveringly, his feet planted in a solid stance. “You’ve been mine since the day you slammed into me from behind, Natalie. You just didn’t know it.”

  Natalie sucked in a breath and studied him from her vantage point a few feet away. There was a flame in his eyes as he watched her in return and a subtle tension in his limbs that he couldn’t hide.

  Her mind raced. He obviously had issues—cheating issues—sharing issues. She knew at once that she didn’t want to lose him, but she couldn’t be too easy on him. She couldn’t let him get away with what he’d done without him knowing damn good and well he couldn’t do it again.

  When she continued to watch him in mute silence, his nostrils flared and he said, “What do you want?”

  Natalie knew he was asking her what she wanted from him to make this all go away, but she had another issue that needed to be resolved as well. “Did you tamper with my laptop?”

  “Hell, no.” He stared at her without flinching and she knew he was telling the truth. He waited two heartbeats before continuing, “Again, what do you want?” he asked.

  “You could start by apologizing, but then, you don’t ever apologize, do you?”

  The look he gave her was flinty. “I’m sorry.”

  “You’re sorry you got caught,” she retaliated at once.

  “Yes,” he had the nerve to admit.

  “Damn you, Marco! You don’t even know how to fight the right way.”

  A hint of a smile crossed his lips but just as quickly disappeared. “I’m sorry I didn’t trust you. I’m sorry I tracked you.” All humor left him as his expression became unyielding, unmerciful, obdurate. “Promise you’re mine, Natalie. Give me that promise and let’s put this behind us.”

  She let out a shaky breath. “I’ve promised before.”

  “No. I’ve demanded and you’ve given in.”

  “How’s that different from now?” she questioned.

  His muscles loosened beneath his suit and Natalie sensed it was because he was so close to his goal. His voice came firmly, his cadence steady as he laid out his points. “It’s different because now I’m asking you to stay. To stay for the sole reason of being with me. You and me. Nobody else. I’m promising fidelity to you. That’s something I’ve never promised before in my life and I want the same promise from you.”

  She didn’t hesitate or think twice. “You have it. But you need to do better, Marco. You need to prove you trust me.”

  A frown came between his brows. “How?”

  “I don’t know. I’ll leave that up to your analytical brain to figure out.”

  He crossed over to her, lifted her chin in his hand and kissed her on the forehead before encircling her tightly in his arms. “Thank you.”

  ****

  Marco walked in from work the next day and didn’t say a word. He strode into the kitchen where Natalie was working, picked up her hand, and began pulling her in the direction of the elevators.

  “What are you doing?” she asked as she stumbled and almost fell.

  “Proving that I trust you,” he answered quickly, as he pulled her into the elevator with him.

  He released her hand and crossed his arms over his chest, and watched her intently with an expression she couldn’t read. Leaning casually back against the wall, his eyes ran over her, from the top of her hair to her feet, stopping briefly to study her breasts. After the indolent appraisal, his gaze lifted to hers again and he spoke, dark humor and sarcasm lacing his voice. “Did you have a good day, dear?”

  Natalie had no idea what he was up to; his manner and actions nothing she’d ever seen in him before. She answered hesitantly, “Yes.”

  He stared at her, his face impassive. “Would you like to fuck your lover in the elevator, darling?”

  A quick coil of heat and shock gripped her and she flushed. “N-no.”

  “No to the elevator or no to the fucking?”

  “No to the elevator.”

  “But your boyfriend hasn’t ever been fucked in an elevator before, sweetheart,” he continued in third person, “and he’d really like it now.” He pushed the button to stop the private lift on its decent and gripped her by the waist.

  He turned her and pushed her against the wall. “How—how is this going to prove you trust me?” she managed to ask as her heart began to hammer and her legs began to tremble.

  “Oh, it won’t. That will come a bit later. First, you get to prove something to me.” He pushed his torso against hers and adjusted his pants and freed his erection. Natalie swallowed. It was large and hard and jutted against her.

  She licked her lips and breathed deeply as she watched him in semi-shock as he rolled on a condom. “What do I need to prove?” she asked shakily.

  He pushed her cotton shorts and panties down her legs and wrapped his hands around the soft flesh of her butt, lifting her and spreading her open to him. She could feel the head of his penis pushing against her, getting ready to push inside of her and she flooded with heat. His fingers bit into her flesh, just short of pain as he held himself at the precipice. He answered her through gritted teeth, “You get to prove that you’ll let me fuck you whenever I want, however I want, as much as I want. You admit that you want this, you want me, just the way I am.” He pushed an inch inside and his voice became even more gravelly. “You prove that you can handle me, the way I am, and that you’re not scared of me. I don’t want you scared of me, Natalie. But I can’t change how I am. I don’t want to have to worry every two seconds that you’re going to get scared and run. You belong to me and you need to prove it now by giving yourself to me, all of you.”

  He hung at her entrance, waiting. Waiting for her to answer him, and Natalie knew this was yet another point in their relationship that they were crossing. He was going to trust her to be his if she could prove to him that she was his, that she wanted to be his, completely. Her eyes glazed over as she felt the wet heat he always induced within her body sliding down and easing his way. She was conscious enough to know she still needed to give him an answer. Give him the only answer she could. “Yes.”

  He slammed inside
her and held himself within her while he shoved his head against hers, demanding her mouth without words. Natalie gave it to him, and his tongue plunged inside, and he began kissing her as if his very life depended on it.

  Her hands ran up and into his hair and she kissed him back. Their lips clung and their tongues swirled together as he began taking short, stabbing strokes, his hips banging against hers. Her mind began to shut down as he began hitting that place inside of her that she couldn’t resist. He pummeled her, and she twisted her head away, needing oxygen as she began to come.

  “Come, baby. Come on my cock,” he demanded in a harsh, gravelly voice.

  She couldn’t fight it and she heard a sharp, keening sound and only barely realized that it came from her throat. Her body stiffened as pleasure consumed her. She felt him take three more strokes, and then he was coming with her.

  His head sank down beside hers, and they took large, gasping breaths, trying to recover. They came down slowly, and he lifted away from her, and dropped her back to her feet. As he disposed of the soiled condom, wrapping it in a tissue and shoving it into his pocket, she knew he’d had every detail of the encounter planned. It didn’t make her angry, it was just an aspect of his character that she was beginning to know very well. He was the consummate planner.

  She adjusted her clothing with hands that trembled and leaned back against the elevator wall in silence as she waited for his next move.

  He observed her quietly as well and finally, the silence became too much for Natalie and she had to break it. “How’d I do?” she asked softly, attempting a light-hearted effect she was far from feeling.

  A glimmer came over his eyes that she couldn’t interpret and his words when he spoke sounded sarcastic to her. “Excellent, sweetheart.”

  Confusion attacked her. “Are you mad at me?”

  “Why would I be mad at you? You haven’t done anything wrong, have you?”

  “Not that I know of.”

  “Then I couldn’t be mad, could I?”

  Marco watched Natalie as she gripped the railing behind her with both hands and tried, unsuccessfully, to control the fine trembling of her limbs. He knew he was being an ass but he couldn’t stop himself. He was mad, and it was her fault he was mad, at least that’s what he was telling himself. He felt as if he was caught. Caught in her hold that he couldn’t shake. He didn’t want to shake it, damn it. He’d been perfectly happy before yesterday. He’d been able to monitor her movements and he knew exactly when she left the penthouse and where she went. Or so he had thought.