The Taste of Seduction

What had she done?

What had she done?

Had she given him the wrong impression that\'s why he had kissed her? Yes she had to admit she was attracted to Marcus but that was it. It was just an attraction that she had no plans on working on. After all, her heart already belonged to another.

She loved Atlas and would never hurt him. Even though she didn\'t have much choice and she knew sooner or later she had to learn how to tolerate Marcus\' touch. He was her future whether she liked it or not.

Guilt washed through her when she realized that she had slapped him. The pain and hurt in his eyes made her feel a pang in her chest.

She didn\'t mean to hurt him. She sighed and grabbed her hair in frustration. She didn\'t know what to do right now. All of this was so confusing and she knew someone was bound to get hurt no matter the decision she would make.

Sighing, she decided to take a bath and wait for Marcus to come. They needed to talk. She didn\'t want any unnecessary tension between them.

Meredith removed her clothes and walked towards the bathroom. She started the shower and while it heated up, She removed her makeup before she stepped into the marble shower.

She instantly relaxed, the warm water felt like silk

against her body. Her hair instantly smoothed out

and swept against her skin.

Meredith stood underneath the showerhead and let the water fell on her. She closed her eyes and flashes of memory flared in her brain, the way his mouth had moved against hers,soft and patient.

Meredith wouldn\'t lie, her unexpected desire when he had kissed her, scared her. She thought she would hate kissing him but it seemed her body was willing to give him what her heart never could.

Sighing, she quickly finished the bath and got out of the shower and dried off.

Walking into the closet she put on some flannel sleep shorts and a crop top.

Meredith pulled her hair into a ponytail after drying and she fell into the king-size bed and looked up.

She pulled the duvet over her and relaxed in bed.

That comfort only lasted a second. She tossed and turned for probably a good hour. She was waiting for Marcus to come back but there was no sign of him.

She found herself lying on her back, fully awake, and staring up at the ceiling.

Her body was fatigued, but her mind was restless. Was he angry with her? She really hoped this did not affect their relationship. She needed him.

*******

Meredith didn\'t know when she had fallen asleep. Sadness washed over her, she was hoping she would still be awake when Marcus came back. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she reached her hand to turn on the lamp on her bedside. Meredith stiffened when she saw a paper lying on the bedside.

Quickly turning on the lamp she read through the letter.

Dear Meredith,

I know saying sorry is not enough to erase what I had done. I hope you find it in your heart to forgive me and I promise you I won\'t repeat that mistake again.

Marcus.

Meredith didn\'t know how to feel. She was the one that should be apologizing for slapping him, after all he was her fiancée.

Meredith sighed , swinging her legs over

the side of the bed, she got down from the bed.

She went over to the closet and pulled out a robe before she made her way to Marcus\'s bedroom. Even though they were in the same chamber, he slept in a different room.

Meredith walked slowly to his room and when she reached there, she bit her lips as she contemplated her decision. She knew it was unwise for her to enter a man\'s room at 2 in the morning but if not now when? Tomorrow morning they would leave for the meeting and she didn\'t know when she would get the time to talk to him.

Meredith swallowed hard and knocked gently.

She chewed on her lips nervously as she waited for him to open the door. She wasn\'t even sure if he was there.

She stood for three minutes and sighed in disappointment when no one came out. Just as she was about to leave Marcus finally opened the doors.

Meredith stared up at him as he towered above her. She realized he was still wearing his suit from the dinner and he smelled like whiskey.

"Meredith ?" He said in a low, tired voice.

Meredith frowned at him. She really hoped he wasn\'t drinking at this time of the day.

"Let me in!" She hissed, pushing past him,nearly

knocking him down as she shoved at his towering

body which was blocking her way.

Meredith gazed around his room with a furrowed brow. He had broken the wooden table and chair, the painting on the wall was crooked and bottles of whiskey littered around.

She turned to face him, her arched brows furrowed in concern.

"What the hell happened here? What\'s going on? How long have you been drinking?"

Marcus ignored her and walked past her to pick the remaining whiskey he had from the floor. He gulped down the remaining drink and sighed.

"It is no concern of yours what I drink, and how long I have been drinking."He muttered.

Meredith gazed up at him and walked closer to him.

"Are you angry?"

Marcus avoided her gaze, "No."

"Then why won\'t you even look me in the eyes?"

Meredith questioned.

Marcus ran a hand through his hair and shrugged.

"Nothing." He replied curtly.

"Marcus…." She trailed off as she moved closer to him.

"What?" He asked softly.

"Look at me." Meredith said, staring at him.

Marcus poured himself another glass of the whiskey and took a sip. Still avoiding her, he sighed.

"I can\'t."

Meredith frowned in confusion, "Why?"

"Do you truly want to know?" He asked, an edge of

warning in his tone.

Meredith swallowed and nodded slowly.

"Yes."

A/N: Still reminding you about my new book. Please add it to your library. Thank you