His Deal, My Revenge

Chapter Four: The Confrontation

Isabella's POV

I opened my eyes slowly, putting my hand on my head while my gaze was fixed on the man beside me.

I remembered clearly I called a call boy, but I furrowed my brows, trying to look at his face. My eyes widened when I realized it was the man from the other night.

He looked calm when sleeping, his pink lips parted slightly while I bit my lips without thinking and touched his chest softly.

Shit, what am I doing? I thought, as I shaked my head slightly and slowly got of the bed.

I found my dress on the floor and pulled it over my head. My heels were by the door and I grabbed them but didn't put them on yet.

I looked at him as I heaved a sigh and took my pause, opened it and took some cash out, grabbed a pen from the desk and found paper while I wrote the only thing I could think of.

This was a mistake! Forgot about it. I wrote and put it together with the cash on the bed and walked out.

*****

When I opened the door to the apartment, Marcus was standing in the living room like he'd been waiting for me and Sophia was next to him, her hand on his arm like she owned him now. Well she does right?

"Where the hell have you been?" Marcus said in gritted teeth, as he clenched his jaw. "Do you have any idea what time it is? Do you know I've been worried sick about you?" his gaze was fixed on me and if looks could kill, I'll be dead by now.

"Not your problem anymore," I said, my voice steady, while I was already moving toward the stairs. "We're done, Marcus. I'm done! I'm packing my things and I'm leaving this apartment and I'm. Leaving. You!" I said, pointing a finger at him.

"Woah baby, hold on," he smirked, as he followed me up the stairs. Sophia was right behind him, still holding onto him like she could disappear if she let go. "You didn't finish your job. You didn't do what you were supposed to do,” and I stopped walking.

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"My boss called me," Marcus said smirking. "He said he didn't see anyone. He said the girl never showed up to his room. Which means you f****d that up! Which means I don't have my promotion. Which means you owe me, Isabella, you owe me big,” he said the last one slowly and I felt like strangling him right there.

"I don't owe you anything," I said, folding my arms.

"Yes, you do," his voice was getting louder and deeper. "You owe me everything. So you're going to go back there and you're going to do what you need to do. No excuses!”

"And if I don't?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Then you're out on the street with nothing.”

I started laughing and it felt like the first honest thing I'd done in days.

"In your dreams. That's the only place that's ever going to happen."

"You better do it," he said, coming closer to me, while Sophia followed, giving me a smug smile.

"Remember, you're nothing without me. You had nothing before I met you and nobody wanted you. You had no family, you had no life, nobody cared about you. And you're going to have nothing after this either if you don't do what I say. So you're going to do this or you're going to end up on the streets. Homeless! Completely alone with nothing but the clothes on your back."

"You don't know me," I said quietly. "And you don't deserve to know me."

"Oh please," Sophia said, coming closer to me. "She's nothing, Marcus. Look at her, she thinks she's so important but she's just a poor little charity case that you took pity on. She should be grateful to you for even looking at her."

"I am not grateful, I'm the opposite of grateful."

"Shut up," Marcus said, pushing Sophia to his side.

I was already moving toward the bedroom. I pulled out my suitcase from the closet and started throwing my things into it.

But Marcus followed me into the room. He stood in the doorway like he was blocking my escape route.

"Where were you last night?" he asked. "Where the hell were you, Isabella? Tell me."

I didn't answer him but just kept packing and that seems to make him angrier.

"Were you with another man?" he said as he grabbed my arm, his fingers dug into my skin. "Did you sleep with someone else?” He said and I turned to look at him smiling.

"You guessed right," I said. "Yes, I did sleep with another man. And oh my, it was so good, Marcus. So much better than anything I ever experienced with you."

His jaw clenched so hard I thought it mightbreak, while his hands formed fists at his sides.

"At least he knew what he was doing," I continued, looking directly in his eyes, not breaking eye contact for a second. "At least he doesn't f**k like a virgin with a manual. Like the way you do with Sophia. At least he was actually a real man who knew how to treat a woman."

Sophia looked at Marcus, silently begging to support her, but he didn't even look at her.

"You didn't," Marcus said, his voice shaking slightly.

"I did, and it was amazing. And you also know what? He was amazing. You could never be half the man he is. Not even in a million years!"

"Let her go," Sophia said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "Let her go, Marcus. We can finally be together, we can finally be happy, we don't need her."

"Shut up," Marcus said and Sophia opened her mouth to say something but closed it instead.

He grabbed my arm again and I yanked it away from him. "Don't touch me," I said.

"You think you're better than me? You think you can just leave like this? Just walk away? You have nothing without me. You're nothing without me and nobody's ever going to want you the way I did."

"I was nothing with you too," I said. "I was less than nothing. But at least now I can be nothing on my own terms."

I picked up my suitcase and started to walk toward the door but Marcus grabbed me again, this time by the wrist. "You're not going anywhere," he said.

I looked at his hand on my wrist, then I looked at his face. And I slapped him.

The sound of it echoed through the entire room. His hand went to his face while he looked at me, his eyes wide, while Sophia gasped and held him.

"Don't ever touch me again," I said. "Don't ever speak to me again and don't ever contact me. You understand me?"

He didn't say anything but still touching his cheek where I'd hit him.

I yanked my wrist out of his hand and walked toward the door without looking back at him.

"You're going to regret this," he called after me. "You're going to come crawling back. You're going to need me. You'll see."

I turned around at the top of the stairs.

"I'm going to regret a lot of things, but leaving you isn't going to be one of them."

"And you," I said, looking directly at Sophia "You can have him. You deserve each other.”