I quietly watched as Marcus put on his pants, keeping his back to me. Things were at a strange place for us. That night I went to his room to shower, I was shocked when he walked in. He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t have to. I knew exactly what his intention was the moment the door opened. I could have said no, and I probably should have but I didn’t. The rest of the weekend was spent with him doing his best to not be alone with me. He could barely look at me, and we didn’t talk about that night. He’d had an itch that needed to be scratched and I was convenient.
When he showed
up at my house a week later to drop off the quads, he didn’t leave right away.
He stayed, talk to Finley until she left for her date, played with the babies
and still we didn’t talk about that night. Once they were down for the night,
he again didn’t say a word and again I didn’t refuse him. Afterwards he left.
No kiss, no see you later, he just said he had to go and he did. From there it
snowballed to random late night visits. It was always the same. We didn’t talk,
it was just the act, and he always left when we were done. I was left feeling
used and dirty, but each time he showed up at my backdoor I let him in.
“Why don’t you
stay tonight?” I asked quietly.
Marcus picked
his shirt up off the floor, putting it on after casting a quick glance over his
shoulder at me. He sat and started to put his shoes on, still not giving me an
answer to my question. I leaned over to pick up my discarded robe, trying hard
not to let the tears fall while he was still here. When had I lost all
self-respect? I’d allowed myself to become nothing more than some shameful late
night booty call. The sex wasn’t the same. It was intense and demanding. I was both turned on and a little scared by his domineering ways, but at the same time it lacked the intimacy we used to have. No kissing, very little eye contact,
there was no emotion behind it. At least not from him.
One of the babies started to cry.
One of the babies started to cry.
“I’ll check on
them.”
