Chapter Two
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~Two Days Later~
Marcell stood to Julian's right, her gaze focused on her bare feet. He was seated at a table, along with other general's. They were all munching happily on their meals while discussing battle strategies and politics, she thinks. Every once and awhile Julian would feed her a bite of his food and let her have a sip of his wine.
"Can't have my favorite toy getting skinny." He said.
Marcell indeed had not gotten skinny. In fact, she'd gotten bigger. He'd feed her whenever he wasn't... Marcell shuddered. Don't think about it. She didn't want to remember how he'd touched her. How she'd responded. Gods, she was so disgusted with herself. Disgusted with the fact that a roman dog could make her feel so… beautiful. So satisfied.
She internally shook her head and decided to focus in on their conversation.
"So, Julian, how is the siege of Greece going?" General Aaron asked with a mouthful of food and a hint of....disdain?
Why disdain?
Julian looked up at Aaron and a smug smirk appeared on his face. "Quite well actually. How about you? Oh, wait you're too busy sitting on your ass whining over my success."
Oh my…
Aaron sneered and stabbed his food with his fork and stuffed his mouth.
Marcell saw a grape raised to her lips and she opened her mouth. Julian placed it on her tongue and grabbed the wine. When Marcell was done chewing she took a sip of his wine.
"Why do you feed the Greek scum food from your plate?" General Michael sneered. Another general who does not like Julian.
"She is my favorite toy, therefore I can't sit here while my slave starves. I have to ensure she does not become skinny like your stick wife."
The other generals snickered and Marcell quickly bowed her head to hide her smile. That was funny.
Stop, do NOT laugh at his mean jokes.
Marcell's smile fell and she looked up and stared at the wall.
"She does have a very luscious body. Her breasts could not fit in a man's hands, nor her ass, and her hair, good for fisting." Julian praised. Wow, I'm flattered.
Not.
"May I have a go at her?" General Lucas asked hopefully.
Julian c****d his head and seemed to be thinking. Marcell tensed and she internally screamed for him to say no.
"Well..."
Say no, please.
"It would be rude..."
Say no you bastard!
"But I'll have to decline. My apologies."
Lucas sighed and poked at his food.
General Aaron snickered and nudged his shoulder. "You'll never taste fruit other than your wife's."
Marcell wanted to curse Lucas. How dare he ask to have another when he has a wife?
Men.
Julian began to converse with Lucas and Aaron with Michael. The two jealous generals would occasionally glance at Julian, determination and hate burning bright in their eyes. This piqued Marcell’s interest.
Marcell decided to get closer, so she played a maid. She began to pick up the plates and as she reached for Michael's plate Julian caught her attention.
"Marcell put those down and come here."
She quickly obeyed and walked away, a few words replaying over and over in her mind. "In two days..."
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