Chapter 24: Chapter 24

Kyle's P.O.V

She wants to come.

Of all the events, of all the dinner parties, of all the occassions...she had to pick interest in this one.

Not that I didn't want her to come but...Holly is the one hosting it, in her house.

One way or another, she is going to find out who Marcella is....and it's not going to be a pretty sight.

"Are you okay?" Marcy's voice interrupts my thoughts as she walks into my room and I turn around to find her in a stunning, red velvetin dress. The dress clings to her upper body and just at the waist, it sweeps out in a charming sway that stops at her knees.

"You like?" She asks and turns a full 360, saying,

"Your sister suggested I buy it when we went shopping." She says smiling and I realise I've missed this part of her.

This giggly part.

This happy-go-smiley part of her.

"You look beautiful." I say as she walks close to me and helps me with my tie.

"Well, I decided that if youre gonna walk into a dinner in your favour, you should atleast do it with someone looking just as stunning as you. You deserve it." She says, giving my tie a final pat. Then she smiles up at me.

"I've missed you." I say and pull her close, unable to sustain the urge of wanting her, needing her....

"If i kiss you now, will it be completely ungentlemanly? Because--"

She doesn't let me finish however and shuts me up with a kiss.

Her lips are just as soft as I remember and the taste of her suddenly revives other built up pleasures of wanting her.

Needing to have her, now....

"If I don't stop kissing you..." she breathes heatedly as I move to kiss her neck,

"Will it be totally unladylike?" She moans as she wraps her legs round my waist while I pick her up and lean her against the door.

"It doesn't matter..." I groan now, evidently aching to just be inside her.

I hike up her dress and she fishes out the condom from my wallet.

"Because, I'm no gentleman." And with that, I enter her with so much force, she screams, gripping my hair and shoulders.

"Kyyyyyllleee......." she moans loudly, breathing heavily against my ear.

"Please Kyle,..." she pleads, as I thrust into her passionately, blinded by the sexy feel of her. Her heavy moans of telling me to go 'harder' and 'don't stop' drive me insane.

I grip her waist now as climax hits me and with a groan, I burst with release.

Marcella grips my shoulders as well, screaming.

She leans against the door for a few seconds and I lean on her, trying to catch my breath while she is panting.

"Then....then I'm no lady." She says, breathing fast and I can't help my burst of laughter.

"You're mental." I say and kiss her.

"If I never let us move from this position, does that make me ungentlemanly?" I ask and she giggles as she lets go of me and nudges me off.

"Yes, yes it does." She says and heads for the bathroom.

*****

Marcy's P.O.V

As I walk into the house with my hand looped around Kyle's arm, I can literally feel the talking seize.

The classy redhead with a black gown near the pool table stops sipping her champagne half way.

The blonde checking her lipstick in her reflection on the window turns around with her finger still on her lower lip.

The two brown haired men in suits at the corner both slowly stop laughing.

And literally everyone else just turns to look. My mind is already reeling with everything wrong I have done by just seeing the look on their faces.

I'm completely under-dressed.

I didn't curl my hair well enough.

My jewellery is just a pearl necklace.

I don't work with this people.

I don't work at all.

I'm a drop out.

....I shouldn't have come....

The silence is almost too uncomfortable to bear when the brown-haired lady that I easily identify as Holly walks over to us with a smile brandishing the perfect set of teeth.

"There's the man of the evening." She says as she hugs Kyle, then she turns to me maintaining her smile.

"This is Marcella. My plus one." He says and immediately, Holly's smile vanishes.

"Marcella....." she mutters, eyes sweeping over my body. When our eyes make contact again, her smile is back and it's almost as if it never left.

"Nice to meet you." She says and as she shakes my hand, she looks pointedly at me.

"Really. It is." She adds then swiftly turns around in her sparkling silver-studded gown.

"Alright, everyone, to the dinner table shall we? Our special guest and boss is finally here." She says with that light tone of hers and I turn to Kyle.

He doesn't look the same. With his sudden straight expression, and features of his cold eyes, he looks like a Mr. Robinson.

He looks like their boss.

Like the man in charge....which he is.

"I should probably go..." I say, trying to pull my hand away but he stops me, eyes on me.

"What? Why?" He asks.

"I don't know, Kyle. Look at this people. They're your colleagues and--"

"It doesn't matter. I want you here, okay?" He says now and I see the reassuring glint in his eyes.

Then he softly squeezes my hand and I nod.

"Okay." I say and follow him into the room with the long, dining table.

Everyone is getting into their seats and Kyle pulls out my seat for me.

As he pulls out his own seat next to me, Holly suddenly gets up from where she is seating,

"Umm, no Kyle. We have a seat reserved for you, at the head of the table." She says from where she is seated at the other end of the table and Kyle gets up.

"Its gonna be okay." He whispers to me as he squeezes my hand breifly, then leaves to sit at the head of the table.

Holly presses the bell at her right hand side of the table and about 4 boys smartly dressed, walk in and begin pouring wine into our glasses.

"Before the first course I was thinking we'd have a toast to celebrate this dinner and the purpose of this gathering." She says and then she picks up her glass.

"To Kyle Robinson. Dealmaker, dealbreaker, industrous and innovative. Thanks for bringing the solution to solve all average American's laziness." She jokes and others laugh and nod in agreeement.

"To Kyle." They all say and clink glasses and I join them as well, still trying to get used to the unfamiliar company.

The first course is being served and I blink at the fancy soufflé.

When I look up, I find Holly staring right at me and the minute our eyes make contact, she smiles again.

"Its lobster soufflé. Don't look so shaken." She says with that smile and looks away.

"Anyway, speaking of dealmaking...what deal did Kyle make with you to get you to come here?" The redhead asks with a subtle British accent and I look up.

I can't tell if the question is just a nice joke....or an expensive one.

But I smile anyway and begin,

"It wasn't much of a deal, really. I'm just--"

"Waiting for your money to be paid?" Holly asks and everyone bursts into laughter.

I turn to Kyle and he is chuckling as well, while eating his soufflé.

Okay...nice joke.

"But honestly, where did he pick you from?" The blonde asks with a smile.

"Pick?" I ask, unable to help myself and the offensive feeling.

"Its just a little joke we use among ourselves. It suggests you were gotten from the streets." The brown haired guy says.

"Well, no. I wasn't. But--"

"But street was pretty close yeah?" The brunette next to me says and everyone laughs again.

This time, Kyle is giving me an apologetic look and I just shrug off the offensive feeling I'm having.

"We're sorry. We just kid too much. But how exactly did you meet Kyle?" The redhead asks again and I clear my throat.

"Well, I worked for him--"

"Worked for him? I didn't know he had another establishment besides Robin & Gray." Holly says.

"No. I meant I worked for him as--"

"As my manager for my other business ventures. Like the clubs. She handled it all." Kyle's voice says from the head of the table and everyone turns to him.

I hope my jaw isn't on the table, because I honestly can't deal with the shock.

Manager?

Why would he lie?

Especially about how we met.

"Is that so? You studied business administration then?" The black haired lady with a piercing at the end of the table asks.

No I didn't. I studied nursing.

But I just look at their expectant faces and I can only nod. Kyle still won't look directly at me.

"What university?" Holly asks.

"New York University." I say and the blonde blinks at me.

"Really? I schooled there as well. When did you graduate?" She asks.

"She--" Kyle begins but no way am I willing to let him lie again concerning me.

"I didn't. I didn't graduate." I say defiantly, ignoring the look I know Kyle is giving me now.

The table is quiet for sometime as the second course is brought and Holly breaks the silence.

"You're a dropout." She says simply and I just shrug with a nod.

"And he hired you?" She asks again.

"Well,--" I begin but someone cuts me off.

"How does it feel?"

And i blink at the question.

"To be a dropout?" I ask.

"So, technically you were picked off the streets." The blonde says.

"I had a home before he hired--" but another person cuts me off.

"Don't you have plans for going back to school?"

"Umm, I don't know yet. My only concern is to get my brother through school--"

"So you're with Kyle just for the money to get your brother through school?" Holly asks and I frown at her.

"What? Of course not."

"Do you guys live together?" Someone asks. At this point, I've lost track of who is talking.

"Not definitely--"

"As in you just stay over for the sex and money?" Someone else says and they all laugh.

"Typical GD." Holly says and I look at her.

"GD?" I ask.

"Gold digger." She says simply, staring at me.

My heart is pounding in my ears and I can't think slow enough. Every nasty comment, every hurtful joke is echoing and worst of all.... Kyle's silence is the loudest.

I get up now, straighten my gown and grab my purse.

"The minute I stepped in here, I could tell I was just a prey to your lifestyle. And I'm just realising that the more I try to convince you I'm just as human as you, the more you step on me. Well, let me just let you insult everything instead. My name is Marcella Jensen and yes, I am a dropout. No, I don't work as Kyle's manager for any of his businesses."

I turn to stare pointedly at Kyle now, anger dripping out of every word.

"I'm his maid. We live together because I applied to be a live-in maid. I know you think it's because we're dating but frankly, I don't think that's true. I don't stay with him for the money, I work for him because of the money. Don't we all? And yes, I use the money to see my brother through college because he is the only family I have....considering I've just been recently orphaned. I hope I've left you with enough to talk about. Excuse me." I say and leave the room in a haste as I call for an uber.

As I walk out of the house, I wipe at my angry tears.

"Marcy!" Kyle is calling behind me and I just walk faster.

His fast footsteps behind me catch up with me and suddenly, he is at my front.

"Marcella--"

"Of everything that has hurt me, of all people that have hurt me....you're the worst."

"Will you just listen to me."

"Listen to you? Listen to you?! Like I made the mistake of listening to you when you told me everything was going to be fine?! When you told me you wanted me to be here but you clearly lied!" I yell at him.

He is quiet now, staring at me with his glassy blue eyes.

"I knew I didnt fit in with them but I was so confident because I was with you and that you wont let anything happen. I guess I was wrong."

"No, Marcella. I wasn't going to let it happen."

"STOP LYING! They made a terrible joke of me being your escort and you laughed with them. You didn't defend me, you didn't stand up for me--"

"Because that's who they are. They joke about everything."

"And you were going to let them keep joking and making fun of me."

"I tried to stop them the next time. I wasn't going to let them know you were a maid."

"You mean you lied. Lied about how we met. Just as you were ready to lie about me graduating college."

"Because they were going to use it to make fun of you."

"Which is why you should have defended me! But you couldn't because youre so ashamed of me."

"Defended you? How could I when you literally exposed yourself and made it so easy for them?" He fires back and I just glare at him.

I should have known. He is just like them. The lifestyle, the superiority feeling.

"I hate you." I say to him and his anger just vanishes from his face. He looks taken aback at my words and I just turn to leave but he holds me back.

"Wait. Marcella, I'm so sorr--"

"Let me ask you something Kyle, are we ever going to go on a date? No right?" I ask when he remains quiet.

"Because I'm still your maid. And you're ashamed of me. Yet I came here with the confidence that if you could still stay on the same bed with me and cope with me even though sex wasn't involved for weeks after my father's death, that it was different. That I was different. Just like you said to me that morning after we slept together. But it was just another lie. I'm not different. So why did you cope with me? So you can successfully nail me against the back of your door today as a victory?"

"No. Ofcourse not. Marcella--"

"I don't even want to hear it anymore. I quit. Have fun at your dinner." I say and thankfully, the Uber car drives up front and I walk towards it.

"Marcella, wait." Kyle is saying, hurrying after me.

I quickly get into the car and place the lock.

"Marcella. Marcella, don't go."

"Drive." I say to the driver.

"Marcy, please! Come back! Marcella!" Kyle's shouts face behind me and I just cry into my hands.... hating the way my goodbye is not how I ever imagined.