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Zach and I were laying on the couch. After the adrenaline wore off and all that needed to be said was said, I realized I was tired. Zach didn't want to let me go and to be honest I didn't want to let go of him either so he moved us over to the couch and now I'm laying against him, enjoying his warmth and feel of his arms around me. My head lays on his chest and my eyes grow heavier with each heartbeat. My eyes finally close and my breathing evens. There's a sudden knock on the door, causing Zach and I to spring up and look at one another.
"Don't," I tell him frantically. Suddenly I'm not so tired.
"I have to," Zach says.
"No you don't," I plead and I grab onto him, trying to hold him down. I know I'm being selfish and I don't deserve to be asking him of this huge favor but I'm not ready to face Marquis. Zach simply gets up with me clinging onto him. I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. "No, no, no," I whine but he continues walking towards the door. Before I know it, he's unlocking the door and his fingers are around the doorknob. With a quick pull and a tug the door is open and gray eyes meet hazel eyes, then brown eyes. I blush, this was probably an awkward sight. Marquis glaring at Zach, as Zach glares at Marquis, with me looking in between the two, while Zach is practically carrying me in a very intimate way.
"You must be Marquis," Zach states breaking the silence.
"You must be the scoundrel who kissed MY submissive," Marquis growls.
"She's not yours. There's no collar," Zach growls back.
"Can we please not argue," I sigh and both eyes turn to me.
"Whatever you want little one," Marquis says and walks in. Scowling Zach angrily slams the door behind him. We walk into the living room. Marquis takes a seat on one of the single couches, Zach sits across from him, I sit in Zach's lap and realize that's a bad idea when I see Marquis's eyes darken. Zach just smirks.
"Get your hands off her," he growls.
"Have you ever thought that maybe she LIKES my hands on her." Zach says, putting emphasis on the word like.
"Have you ever thought that maybe she substituted you for me?" Marquis shoots back. Quickly Zach sets me aside and gets up, Marquis gets up just as quickly. The two are now face to face. Marquis throws a punch and before I know it the two are fighting and then arguing.
"Guys please," I say through sobs, but they don't listen they're to busy yelling.
"TU CROIS VRAIMENT QUELLE TE VEUT. APRÈS TAVOIR ENFUI À CHAQUE FOIS, SANS OUBLIER QUELLE EST VENUE ME VOIR?!!!" (YOU REALLY THINK SHE WANTS YOU. AFTER RUNNING AWAY FROM YOU EVERY SINGLE TIME, NOT TO MENTION THAT SHE CAME TO ME?!!!) Zach yells.
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