A/N: Enjoy!


Chapter 8

Six Years Ago

The Fight.

Mark got out of the car and went straight inside, which is unlike him. He usually opened my door and made sure I was in first. I got out and followed him inside and he was standing there waiting.

I know he isn't mad at ME.

"Mercedes what the fuck was that?"

I took a step back. "What was what and why are you cursing at me?" I asked, slipping out of my heels.

"You just embarrassed me in front of my colleagues and forced me to end the dinner early!" He spat.

"Woah, firstly I thought the dinner was for us. You know a damn date like you said it was but it was just another work thing and secondly, if your colleague hadn't disrespected me we'd still be at that damn dinner!"

He shook his head and headed upstairs but he wasn't about to get off that easy so I followed him.

"Mark, what is this really about?" I asked when we got into our bedroom.

"You never consider my feelings in moments like this, I've worked my ass off to get where I am and you just act like that!" He muttered while snatching his tie off.

"That is not-"

"IT IS TRUE!" He shouted. "You used to be so supportive and we used to love to go to my dinners but now act like what I do is beneath you!"

I looked at him completely dumbfounded.

If anything I was overly supportive, I've always encouraged him to go after whatever he wanted especially when it came to his work.

I shook my head. "No that's not true, I have literally always been here cheering you on!" I spat back still confused as to why he was chewing me out.

"Bullshit! You are the most selfish person! You are so damn difficult and hostile!"

"HOSTILE? I AM NOT FUCKING HOSTILE!" I shouted and stepped into his way.

"You are hostile and rude, I seriously don't know the woman standing in front of me." He replied.

He.. he was disappointed.

What the actual hell?

"Mark." I said looking up at him. "Why are you forcing a fight?"

Mark rolled his eyes and moved around me walking into our closet and changing out of his clothes. "I'm not forcing anything, I'm tired of all the bullshit."

I had enough, he was fighting for no damn reason.

"You're tired of the bullshit? I'm tired of you acting like whatever the fuck this is, is about me!"

"Mercedes leave me alone."

"NO! You started this shit now we're gonna have this conversation." I said because he clearly had something he wanted to say but was too cowardly to do so.

"This conversation is done, I won't entertain you like this."

Now he's gaslighting me.

"I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU WANT FROM ME!" I shouted.

Mark just let out a heavy breath before looking at me. "I don't know what I want from you either."

I took a step back and looked at him. I didn't understand where this change came from but he'd come home and started arguing with me about small things.

"Why are you being like this?" I asked and he looked away.

"I think we should take a break." He responded, refusing to make eye contact with me.

What the fuck?

"Mark…" I started but stopped. "Fine, am I moving out or are you?" I asked and the look that crossed his face was enough to let me know that he was leaving.

I nodded. "Well leave the key underneath the mat." I said, trying to stifle my voice cracking.

"I'll come back for my things tomorrow…" Mark said before walking out.

Six Years Ago

That Night.

A few drinks wouldn't hurt right?

WRONG! SO WRONG!

I had been at the bar for thirty minutes and I was already tipsy.

Tipsy would be a lie, I was two shots away from giving the bartender a lap dance.

There was an unusual amount of men here tonight and some were attractive but none really caught my eye, though a few did buy my drinks.

"Whiskey, neat."

I looked up and moaned before quickly looking away.

Why in the hell did I just moan?

He sat down next to me and I felt a chill go down my spine. It clearly was the shots making me lose my damn mind.

"Here's your whiskey." The bartender said, sliding him his drink.

"It's for her." I looked at the man and he just smirked and then gave me the drink.

"Oh, thank you." I said taking the drink from him.

He smiled. "You look familiar." I said, looking him over.

"Do I?"

His voice was sexy, he was sexy.

"Mhm, where have I seen you before?" I asked, turning to face him.

He leaned in close and brushed my hair out of my face. "I doubt you'd forget if we'd actually met."

I swallowed.

"Maybe you're not that memorable." I teased and he just smiled.

"Clearly, maybe I need to do something to help you remember."

Oh he's good.

"Something like what?" I asked knowing it was the whiskey talking but what the hell I technically single now I deserved to have fun.

He leaned in more. God he smelled like sin.

"Let me show you."

I felt my cheeks burning and my kitty started purring. He stood up, throwing a hundred dollars on the bar then held his hand out. I looked at it for a moment before looking back at him and said fuck it.

Famous last words… sorta.

He led me out of the bar and we walked through the parking lot in silence. He occasionally looked my way and when he did I felt tingles all over my body.

"My place or yours?" He asked, opening his car door for me.

"I live a few minutes away…" I said softly.

He closed the door. "Walking distance?"

"What's your name?" I blurted.

He smirked before gently pressing me against his car. "You're gonna learn it really soon, it'll be the only name you'll be screaming for a while."

I let out a shaky breath but it didn't help. My body shuddered at the promise he just made.

Fuck.

Waldorf Astoria

Tabletop.

I looked at him after the sudden rush of memories rushed through and various different emotions before landing on one.

"You took us through of levels of frenzy, distressed, panic and now that we know you're okay. Rage."

Same Clair Huxtable, same. I remembered everything now and I was pissed I'd let this asshole touch me again!

"Now let's discuss-"

Slap!

"SIX FUCKING YEARS!" I shouted. "You knew and still… get the hell away from me!"

I pushed him out of my way and headed towards the door before stopping and turning to look at him.

"You don't get to do this because of one night-"

"It was two nights and I came back but you were already gone and I couldn't find you not immediately besides you never accepted my ticket." He said.

Ticket? I shook my head.

What the hell was he talking about?

"No there wasn't a ticket, you left after fucking me and never came back! I didn't even have a way of contacting you so I don't know what you're talking about." I replied, taking a step back when he moved towards me.

"Bullshit, I left you a note with everything in it and I waited at the airport for hours before I had no choice but to leave."

I looked at him. He was serious.

But I never got a note...


Sooooooooo... we might be getting a Mark chapter... I think we need to know what his ass was doing ;0 Also sis pisssed! Why did Sam leave? Why did he leave her that ticket? WHERE THE HELL DID HE GO? Also yes more details will be given about what Sam had Puck look into ;) until next time xoxo! Longer chapters are coming!