Title: When Reality Strikes

I put my hands up in front of me hoping to get him to stay away. Mark just continues his pursuit. I guess I was so caught up in watching him that I didn't realize I was so close to the couch until I fall on top of it. That must have been the opening Mark was waiting for because he pounces. He grabs me and throws me over his lap. "Callaway I swear to god if you do what I think your going to do you will be very sorry." He starts to laugh and tightens his grip on me. "We'll get to that in a minute but since I have you in this position I have a few questions I want answered. Let's start with why you were such a bitch to me at the hospital?"

I lay there in silence for a few minutes. But I guess Mark's attention span is longer then I thought because he tightens his grip on me till I yelp. "Ok jackass. The reason I was so pissed is because I overheard your little conversation with Vince and I knew in an hour I wasn't going to have a job. And who would I have to thank for that? You." Mark picks me up and settles me in his lap. "So you heard that huh? Listen Erica you were running yourself ragged and before you open your mouth I know it was because I was being too demanding but that was only because you drive me crazy. So I figured you needed to go home to rest and get better. For once in my life I was thinking of someone else's feelings. But that doesn't matter now because you're coming back to work."

I laugh right in his face. "I'm going nowhere until I get what I want. Any more questions?" Mark runs his hand through his hair, which I've come to realize, is a habit he does when he's frustrated. " What did you mean in your note when you said you thought I was a good man?" Damn it the man has a good memory. "Well before the whole getting me fired thing you were starting to actually show you had some feelings and I responded to the good nice side of Mark. But then you would ruin it by being an asshole. So after overhearing you were the cause of me getting let go I figured you weren't so good after all. Satisfied?" Mark seems lost in thought so I take that as my chance to get off of his lap.

I walk into the kitchen to get myself a glass of water. I stare out the window for a few minutes and I guess I get lost in daydream till I hear a loud thump come from upstairs. I look in the living room and see Mark is nowhere in sight. I rush up the stairs and find him in my bedroom. I guess the thump was him throwing my suitcase on the bed. He turns around and that's when I notice which draw he had gotten into. "So which pair of panties do you want to bring? I happen to be leaning towards the black lacey ones. But then again the pink thong with the bow is kind of sexy too. Hell I'll just pack them all." He takes my underwear drawer and pulls it out of the dresser. Then he turns it upside down and fills up my suitcase. I manage to shake myself out of my shocked state and run into the room. "What the hell do you think your doing? And get your hands off of my bras."

Mark had moved onto the next drawer, which were my bras. He picks one up and looks at the size. Then glares at my chest. "Very impressive. You're a more then a handful sweetheart." I snatch my bra out of his hands and push him away from my dresser. Mark just walks over to my closet and starts pulling out clothes and throwing onto the bed. "Mark I'm going to ask you again very slowly. What are you doing?" He turns to look at me and gives me a look like what he's doing should be very obvious. "I'm helping you pack. We have a plane to catch in two hours. Now get a move on."

I grab my panties and start putting them back in my drawer well at least I was attempting to do that until a big hand comes out to stop me. " Now darlin it's impolite to argue with a guest." I shove him away. "Well last time I checked I didn't invite you into my house. You just barged in. But I'll start packing." Mark smiles thinking he's won. "I'll start packing the minute you say what I want to hear." I smile at him as he starts to frown. "Damn it all to hell. Vince said I had to come back with you and if I didn't I was in a lot of trouble. I really don't need any shit from the old man. So listen well because I'm only going to say this once. I need you because I can't keep my life organized without you. And maybe I used bad judgment in making Vince let you go."

"You maybe used bad judgment?" Mark growls at me. "Ok I used bad judgment and I was wrong happy now?" I walk past him and start packing. Once I'm finished he picks up my bags and takes them downstairs. I run around the house making sure everything is secure. I decide to call Amber later to tell her I left. When I'm finished I find Mark standing by the door. "I'm ready to go when you are." Mark just keeps looking at me. "So you got what you wanted right?" I nod my head at him. "Good because now I'm getting what I want." Before I can ask him what that is he's pulling me towards him and kissing me.