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Chapter 11
Waldorf Astoria
Elevator
I felt him behind me and took a deep breath.
"Girl what the hell are you doing?" I said under my breath before looking over my shoulder.
He was coming, casually walking behind but his eyes were telling me something completely different.
Fuck.
I had to maintain control, I had to let him know that I could play this game just as good. I stopped and pressed the button to call the elevator and a piece of me had the urge to go to the stairs but we all know how well that ended last time.
I rolled my shoulders and ran a hand through my hair before feeling him behind me.
More specifically his generous dick resting on my lower back and his hand wrapping around my waist.
"You sure you want to play this game?" He asked directly in my ear and I had to fight my shudder.
I turned my head enough to see him looking back at me intensely.
Fuck, fuck.
"Who says I'm playing a game, Mr. Evans."
The corners of his delicious lips turned upward but he didn't say anything.
The elevator finally came and I waited for the people to exit before getting on with him close behind. A piece of me wanted someone else to hop on but no dice.
As soon as the doors closed he turned around and faced me with a look on his face that made my mouth go dry.
You are in control, show him.
"That was cute what you did back there but-" He started but stopped when stepped closer and unzipped his pants.
He raised an eyebrow and I smirked as I eased my hands into his boxers, feeling him twitch in my hands.
"Now we're going to have a little fun." I said biting my lip before leaning over and pressing the emergency stop.
I couldn't help smirking when he exhaled slowly.
Silly mouse.
I pushed him against the wall of the elevator and slowly began stroking his hardness. I stood on my toes and ran my tongue along his bottom lip before kissing him tenderly.
He let out a low groan as his head fell back and I continued stroking him, little did he know this wasn't about to be the happy ending he expected.
"How long have you been keeping tabs on me?" I asked, smirking when his eyes fluttered.
"What?" He asked before letting out another groan when I increased my stroking before he grabbed my hand stopping my movements and shot me a hard look.
"You think you need sex to get what you want from me?" He asked.
Admittedly, I was caught off guard because he seemed so entranced but it was starting to set in that he was never not in control, he allowed himself to be vulnerable in this moment.
Well shit.
He moved my hand away before zipping his pants and letting out an annoyed breath. "You have control, all you had to do was ask what you wanted to know."
"I did ask." I replied defensively.
"Let me rephrase it then, you didn't ask the right questions."
The right questions? What the fuck?
"Fine, how do you know my fiance?" I asked and he shook his head.
"That night, after you left the restaurant and he stayed back… we had a few choice words."
I thought about what he said before remembering the argument.
"You're the reason he did what he did that night." I said backing away from him.
Sam shook his head. "I'm not the reason he did anything, he was given an ultimatum."
"What? What are you not saying? Just tell me what you know!" I shouted and he looked at me hard before realization set in on his perfect face.
He was protecting me from something.
"Tell me." I urged and he let out a breath before turning and pressing the button to get the elevator going.
"I can't have this conversation with you looking the way you do." He said after a few brief moments of silence.
I hated to admit this but it felt like I was on the way to the principal's office for being naughty and I felt my core pool in excitement.
Should've kept my damn panties on
He kept his body straight and only looked back at me once before the elevator dinged and the doors opened. He moved aside to let me off before grabbing my elbow and guiding me to my suite, I started to dig out my room key but he used the one he had.
"Before you say anything, I had no intention of using it… tonight." He informed.
Tonight.
I just looked at him while he rummaged through the clothes that were sent over before grabbing one of the complementary robes from the bathroom and holding it out.
"Put it on, please." He said and there was an edge in his voice.
It was sexy, like he was reigning in his emotions. I took the robe and put it over my current clothes before sitting down on the bed.
"Now tell me." I demanded.
He gave me a look, a look letting me to recant my demand and after a few moments he nodded. "Your fiance is cheating on you." He said bluntly.
I blinked. Then blinked again before shaking my head and letting out a humorless laugh.
"Mark is a lot of things but a cheater he is not." I replied, looking away.
"Look at me." He demanded and I looked up at him. "He is cheating on you and has been for years."
I could see it, he was telling the truth and he hated he had to be the one to tell me. I shook my head in disbelief, how hadn't I seen it?
He's been cheating on me… for years.
"Years?" I asked, needing to hear him say it again.
"What do you need?" He asked and I looked at him confused before realizing what he meant.
I needed to cut Mark.
I wanted to cut him so deeply.
I knew it was just the anger and shock talking but I needed a way to vent without destroying everything around me because the lamp on the side table was looking mighty tempting.
"Mercedes, what do you need?" He asked again and I looked at him before a stubborn tear fell.
I shook my head to keep the rest at bay but the nights of him coming home late and fucking me, the just because flowers when he would have to cancel dates started flashing and the smell.
Perfume.
I had a feeling but I didn't have proof or cause and then he asked me to marry him, so why else would I dwell on that topic… right?
"Who is she?" I asked finally and he gave me a concerned frown.
He shook his head. "I don't know…"
I wiped my eyes because like my fiance they chose to betray me and kept leaking.
"And… and you're sure? I mean, I guess I have no right to be upset now…"
"What we did, what we're going to keep doing doesn't count." He assured.
He was insatiable… I kinda like it.
That was a lie, I really liked it.
"I need to call my fiance, thank you for telling me."
"You sure you want to do that?" He asked.
I nodded. "I need to see if he'll admit it…"
Sam seemed to understand because he gave me a surt head nod before walking towards the door. "Dinner is still at 8:30." He said before leaving.
I rolled my eyes because we all knew my ass was going to be at dinner but I needed to hear Mark's voice when I asked him, I grabbed the hotel phone and dialed his number, thinking how I should approach this topic.
"Hello?"
Anger.
"Are you cheating on me?" I asked, internally mad at myself for not using logic.
"Mercy? Baby, why would you ask me that? No I'm not cheating on you."
Shit. I can't tell, I need to calm down before asking again.
"Mark, are you or have you ever cheated on me?" I asked again.
"No, I am not nor have I ever cheated on you." He answered.
Hurt.
He had cheated, I could tell because his voice wavered. It
was slight and if you didn't know him like I did, then you would think he was telling the truth but he wasn't.
"I won't be coming home because I have to leave town for a month for the new account." I said as casually as I could.
"But you're still at the Waldorf aren't you?" He asked and I could hear the annoyance in his voice.
He knew I didn't believe him.
"For now, yes." I replied keeping my voice cool.
"I'm coming to you, what room are you in?" He asked.
I let out a chuckle. "I'd much rather you not being that I am technically on the clock. I'll be in contact."
"Mercedes, you are my fiance and we have a wedding to plan! You can't just go off for a month and not tell me where you will be!"
His tone was clipped, he was miffed. Not angry, miffed.
"I have a meeting, I'll talk to you later." I said before hanging up and calling Blaine.
"Blaine, I need you to send me a month's worth of clothes and yes that includes underwear." I said once he answered.
"So you're gonna stay?" He asked.
"Yep, I'll keep in touch." I said then hung up.
My feelings were… wounded. I can't say I was hurt but they are definitely wounded. I was also mad as hell because now I knew the real reason behind that argument all those years ago and the stupid bitch gaslit me into thinking it was me.
Well he wanted his cake, he could have it because I was certainly about to get mine and then some.
Mark
I slammed my hand down after she hung up on me.
"Is there something wrong, Mr. Dallas?" My assistant asked.
"Can you find out if there's a conference, special meeting or anything regarding Jackson and Jackson at the Waldorf?"
"I can call and ask." She replied before walking back to her desk.
I picked up my phone and dialed Blaine's number, hoping he could give me some insight on why she was acting this way.
"Blaine Anderson, how can I help you?"
"Blaine, it's me… Mark. I need to ask you something."
"Oh, hi… what do you need?" He asked.
"Mercedes is acting weird, I know you two talked. Can you tell me what's going on?" I didn't want to get into the conversation she and I had so I kept my question vague.
"Hmm… I haven't talked to Cedes in a few days, she mentioned some big presentation she had to do and I told her to call me sometime next week so we could get brunch."
Was he lying? She was acting strange when we had sex last night.
"Can you please text or call her and ask her if she will give me a call back?"
"I will call her and get back with you." He said before hanging up.
I rolled my eyes because little did they both know, after we got married her little friendship with him was coming to a fucking end.
I was so done with their stupid friend dates and random sleep overs.
"Mr. Dallas, seems there isn't a conference happening at the Waldorf but I called Jackson and Jackson, I was informed that there was a big client that has a few of their associates staying there."
"Book me a room, the closest one to 1408 and switch my calls to my cell." I replied, grabbing my keys. "Also do me a favor and send some flowers to this address."
"Yes sir, anything else?" She asked.
Such a diligent little thing, too bad she was off limits.
"Take the rest of the week off." I told her before walking out.
If she wouldn't tell me what made her ask those questions then I would find out on my fucking own.
Shit is about to GO DOWN!
