Marceline Bubblegum Shirt Novels & Stories

he asks, still not believing his ears. “Very.” “Marcella, I….” “You can take whatever you want,” I cut in, crossing my arms with a playful tilt of my head. “Anything in this mall. I’m paying.” That does it. He freezes completely. I swear he even stops breathing. I laugh softly, shaking my head. “You’re so dramatic.” Before he can argue again, I turn and start scanning through the clothes. Then I find it. A crisp, fitted charcoal-gray shirt…. slightly textured, with a sharp collar and subtle silver buttons. Clean. Elegant. Powerful.

Marcelo’s tall stature and impressive physique meant he could make even the simplest attire look elegant. His wardrobe for formal events typically consisted of high-end, subtly stylish business wear, following a consistent theme. I focused on the finer details. I selected a silver-gray Armani suit, pairing it with a dark-printed, light-blue shirt and a dark-blue twill tie. The tie clip matched the suit's color, adding a refined touch. ********************* *MARCELO* From the doorway,I observed Renee choosing cufflinks. Her long, curled eyelashes cast a delicate charm as she concentrated on her task.

I exclaim while pushing him away. "I'm not gay and try to be serious, you are scaring the heck out of me" I retort a little offended. "It's okay love you can come out now" Marcel speaks as the silliest yet flirty smile appears on his face. "Get the fuck away from me dude, are you on pills?" I ask while pushing him even farther away from me. "You've got to cut it out, you really are becoming creepy' I complain as I stand and walk towards my mirror, I pull off my polo and toss it towards the laundry basket but it falls in the chair beside it.

"Apologies, ma'am. I've got orders from the boss. I can't move until he gives the word." Of fucking course. Before I can unload a string of creative curses, the opposite door opens. Marcellus slides in, bringing a soft wave of that cologne that smells illegal. I nearly let out a moan. He's in an olive green polo that hugs his shoulders and chest like it was tailored by the devil himself, paired with dark, tailored pants. His hair is perfectly pushed back, but the dark circles under his eyes are glaring. Serves him right. At least one of us looks like shit after last night.

“My God! Is that Sadie Landry?” “The one who had a scandal with Chanel?” whispers flew. But Sadie kept her head held high as she felt an encouraging pat on her back. One that made her skin spring alive. Since her dress had a full open back, Marcel’s hand had skimmed across her bare skin, making her body flush even hotter. “I told you, you look exquisite, baby girl.” Marcel whispered, and she tried not to look affected, responding with a short smile. Right now, they were supposed to be in a professional setting,

a masculine voice came through. Marcel

“I don’t have twenty. I was hoping you would say ten or five.” “That’s nothing. No one would bet five dollars.” “I would.” “Okay, tell me a valuable thing you can get for five dollars.” “A lot. You can get a king size Snicker’s bar for that.” “You would spend five dollars on that? You are slow. If you’re going to get a king size candy, get Hersheys.” Suddenly, we’re arguing about candy and five dollars. It's like watching toddlers fighting over their favorite toy. As they keep arguing, I spot Marcelo doing dumbbell curls. I leave Jason and Sean who don’t even notice and I walk towards Marcelo.

I chose to go with a light brown shade of lipstick, and let my hair down in it’s natural waves. I exit the bathroom, and find Marcel sitting on the bumped out window seat reading that Stephen King book with his glasses on. He looks ridiculously good in glasses, it still makes me grin a little that my imagination was completely spot on. “I need to get dressed.” “There is a dress laying on the bed,” he says without looking up. I look down at a short blue sparkly dress. “Um okay, well can you leave so I can get dressed?”

My breath caught before I could stop it. I didn’t bend to pick them up. I didn’t ask. I didn’t look at him. I simply sat down slowly, willing my face to remain calm. Marcel noticed the shift in me instantly. “You okay?” he asked quietly. I forced a small smile. “Just tired.” I said, as he handed me the cup. “If you’re not better by morning, I will call for the healers, yeah?” He asked, and I nodded as I turned my attention fully to him, not wanting him to know that I’ve seen the panties.

The sound of running water coming from the bathroom pulls me from my admiration of the room. He’s home. I inhale deeply as I shut the door behind me, feeling the tension in my shoulders evaporate as I follow Marcel’s scent to the drawer filled with his neatly folded old t-shirts. I’m quick, slipping out of my clothes and tossing them into the hamper. In one swift motion, I slide into Marcel’s shirt, the soft fabric feeling comfortable against my skin as I make my way toward the bed in just my underwear and his shirt.