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Slap!
I reach up and smack his face. It happens so quick that I catch him off guard.
His jaw tightens as his hand goes up to his cheek. “For real, though? We slapping now?”
“Oh God, Marcel.….…. I’m so sorry,” I stammer. I go to reach for him, but he brushes past me and opens the conference room door. The door slaps into the wall as he heads toward the bank of elevators.
Oh God! This is not good.
I follow behind him, hot on his trail.
Marcel steps onto the elevator. Eyes blazing fire, he puts his arm out to block me from entering. He uses his other hand to push the button for his floor.
“My advice, take the stairs,” he warns, glancing up at the elevator’s security camera. His jaw tightens.
“MarSell, please. I’m sorry. Let’s talk about this.”
He nudges me back. “Yo, I’m not tryna hear that right now. You should have thought about talking before you put your muthafuckin’ hands on me. Right now, I’m not tryna be responsible for what I might do. So step the fuck back.”
My stomach drops to my feet.
Still glaring at me, his lips tighten. “I’ll deal with you tonight.”
I step back from the elevator allowing it to close, my heart sinking as Marcel’s face disappears from view.
Ohmygod!
What the fuck have I done?
THIRTY-SIX
Marika
Nose flaring.
Jaws tight.
Marcel is pissed. No. He’s…furious.
At me.
That bitch has caused this friction between us.
And I have allowed it.
I let her get to me.
Let her get inside my head.
Causing me to get bat-shit crazy and lash out at my man.
Slapping him.
Blaming him.
Holding him responsible for what that bitch is doing to us. When in fact he is not culpable. Neither of us is to blame.
She’s the crazy, desperate one.
