Chapter 7

"Good day, Princess. I've been calling and searching for you all day," Marcus whispered softly as he leaned down to match her height.

Nera kept staring at him, her words stuttering.

Marcus noticed she had become entangled in a trans and reached into his pockets to retrieve the item he had gone to give her.

"Oh, I just came to give you something you left in our love nest," he said quietly again. Something about the way he spoke made it appear as if he was about to say something forbidden at the end of his sentences.

Nera quickly snapped out of her trans, looking around the yard to see if anyone was watching them. An old man in an expensive Porsche car had just parked in front of her house, and he was about to hand her underwear in broad daylight for everyone to watch.

She quickly reached out and pushed his hands back into his pockets, making sure they stayed in there.

"What the heck are you doing?" she whispered back trying not to yell and attract any attention.

Marcus fixed his gaze on her; she had the most inquisitive green eyes he'd ever seen. The bar and the sex dungeon had not done her beauty justice. He never got to see her stunning beauty or mesmerizing green eyes, but now he had the opportunity to take in all her beauty and radiant skin.

He had canceled everything and searched for her throughout the entire town, but living in a small town full of gossip, it had not taken him long to figure out who she was and the truth behind her broken heart.

The gossip of a bride whose husband-to-be's sex tape was played while she walked down the aisle and later on was seen with an old man at the bar was all over the local gossip pages, so he had asked his personal assistant to look into it, and in minutes he was provided with her name and her address.

He smiled and cleared his throat. "I came to return your sexy item," he replied.

"Do I look like I need it?" Nera snapped. She had also taken time to take in his details. He wasn't as bad as she had made him out to be.

He was smartly dressed, with clean-shaven, smooth skin and white beards that complimented his white hair and gray eyes. He looked like he worked out, like one of those old men who frequented the gym.

He wasn't bad, Nera thought to herself, but the nightclub was too dark to take in all his features.

Marcus could tell she was checking him out; before he could point it out, a car stopped next to his Porsche, almost hitting it.

The two turned, wondering who it was, but Nera could tell from the car that it was stupid Greg.

Greg walked out of his car, his eyes fixed on the Porsche in front of him. He looked up at the front door, pissed, as he glared at the old man standing next to Nera. He was awfully standing too close next to her. He could only wish it was not the same old man that Nicole was talking about. The old man was seen leaving a nightclub with Nera.

"Nera, who is that?" Greg yelled as he walked up to them.

Nera rolled her eyes with disgust, Greg had no right to question any man she was with.

Greg paused furiously, his hands folded into fists.

"I am asking you a question, who is this old fool?"

Nera quickly moved forward, her hands folded over her chest. She could not believe the audacity.

"Is this the old thing everyone is saying you spent a night with?" Greg yelled at her.

"If it is, then what?" Nera yelled at him.

"Are you stupid?"

Nera attempted to slap him, but Marcus moved forward and removed the lacy underwear from his pocket.

"I did not mean to cause any fights, but I just came to bring this sexy piece over," he stated, freezing both Nera and Greg in their stances. "I think it looks better on you rather than in my pocket.

Nera swallowed hard; she knew the nosy neighbors were watching. She looked up at Greg, whose face was now pale as a ghost; he was visibly shaking. He could tell the sexy lacy pant were part of the wedding dress and if the wedding had gone as planned he would have had the pleasure of taking them off. 

Marcus grabbed Nera's hand and slowly folded the pants in it. "I really enjoyed last night, and that's why I wanted to bring this personally to you Nera Bradford," he stated as his eyes landed on Greg's pale face.

Nera swallowed hard again, speechless, but she was enjoying the jealousy on Greg's face. He looked like he was about to puke.

Marcus pulled on his suit and walked to his car as Nera watched the bold old man enter his car. His visit was not bad after all. She watched as he drove off, a smile creeping in the corner of her mouth.

"A man old enough to be your father!" Greg yelled at her, disgusted. He knew he had no right but at least she would have gone for a man her age.

"My best friend! A stupid woman that I considered to be my sister!" She yelled back.l, reminding him of Nicole.

Greg grabbed her by the wrist and pushed her against the wall.

"Don't you have shame! Do you know what everyone is saying about you?"

"I do not fucking care! And if I want, I will go and fuck him again!" She yelled.

Greg lifted his hand in an attempt to slap her, but a hooting car got his attention. It was Marcus; he had only gone to turn around his car.

He hooted again, signaling Nera.

"Have you had a launch?" He asked her

Seeing that Greg was distracted, Nera quickly pushed him off and ran to Marcus's car. She got in and shut the door behind her. Marcus started the car, making sure he grazed Greg's car as he sped off.

Greg yelled as he ran to his car; he couldn't believe the old fool scratched his car. He kicked it out of frustration, only causing his toes to itch. He was more shocked at the fact that Nera had run into the man's car not just any man, but a stupid old fool. Nicole was right after; he had hoped for the rumors to be rumors, but that was not the case.

Nera kept looking behind her as the old man drove off. There was some sort of excitement deep inside of her that she had not felt before. She still had no idea who the old man was but seeing Greg's pale face felt like some kind of Justice for his cheating.

Marcus looked at her and smiled; she was still holding the underwear in her hands, making the little escape he had pulled out even more exciting.

After a long drive, he finally stopped in a maize field.

"I don't think your crazy ex is following us," he exclaimed with delight. Taking a young girl away from a useless young man who had no idea what kind of diamond he had thrown away made him feel like he was sixteen again.

Nera took a look behind her and then around her. They were out in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by maize fields. When she turned around, he was staring at her seductively. He had a glint of lust in his eyes and was not ashamed to show it.

"Finally, Nera Bradford, we're alone again," he said quietly.

It was the tense whispering again, Nera swallowed hard. His deep voice carried an intense sexual command that made her shiver.