Marcel&Vivienne Mafia Story

Chapter 3 vivienne

*Vivienne*

I promised myself never to be a fool, especially for a man. After what my ex Damon did to me I

had to become strong, I had to always have my guard up where men are concerned.

Damon cheated on me with someone I once considered a friend. And when I confronted him about it, he slapped me in the face, and told me he made a bet with some friends to see how long it’d take him to get in my pants. “Never again.I’ll never love a man.” I constantly told myself that.

But here I am thinking about which dress to wear to go on a date with one of the most feared men in Lyon. He’s tall ,pleasing to the eyes, muscular did I say handsome.

His chiselled chest,black eyes, well portioned face, and a low hair cut.

“Stop drooling over the man vivienne.”I said to myself. As I made my way to the trash cans behind the mall.

“Yes sir, yes.” I heard the noise of moans coming from behind the dumpsters. I shouldn’t look, but curiosity got the best of me. “ curiosity killed the cat vivienne.” My mothers words rang in my ears once again.

I saw Kelly and Marcel having s*x behind the dumpster.she’s bent over touching her knees, and he’s b*lls deep inside her.

I felt my heart burst into a million pieces. “Never cry for a man,” the words my mother constantly told me kept ringing in my ears.

Kelly came back twenty minutes later with the biggest grin on her face. It irritated the hell out of me, but it’s fine. It’s not her fault I thought a man like marcel Blanche would like me.Thats what I get for letting my guard down.

I got home and sat on my couch. “Should I go or should I not?”I asked myself.

“I’m going, just to show him what he’ll never get.” I said to myself.

“Yeah Vivienne, let’s show him what he’ll never get.” My inner voice comforted me.

I’m Vivienne Rose. I’m twenty-two years old, I live in Lyon, France. I’m the only daughter to Lender and Victoria.

My dad was a mechanic and my mom was a nurse.I lost my parents in a terrible car accident at the age of nineteen, and I’ve been on my own ever since.

People know me for my fearless and bubbly personality.

But enough about me, let's get back to where we were. I got dressed wearing a pink strapless pencil dress, a pair of gold earrings, clear heels and I pulled my hair into a messy bun.

I left home and headed to the restaurant, not with good intentions of course. It dosent matter who you were or who you are, nobodies going to make a fool out of vivienne rose.

I arrived just as the clock struck eight, the waiter took me to a private room where marcel is seated.

His head was down in his phone when I walked over to him, “hi.” he said with a smile that almost made me wet myself, but now isn’t the time for fear to kick in, I looked at him with anger in my eyes “you know your all the same.” I said turning on my heels, “Vivienne.” He called out as I stopped in my tracks.

He started talking about how he's stressed and this and that, but I don’t get it. Does stress give you the reason to do the things you do, No it doesn't.

I can’t remember what I told him, but his hands were around my neck as I blinked. I didn’t beg him to let go of me, I just stared at him. I know he wants me to beg, but he’ll never get that, not from me.

He started apologizing but before he could finish I slapped him on the left side of his face, “if you ever put your hands on me again, I’ll find a way to cut them off.” I said before I exited the room.

“I’m Vivienne Rose, I’ll never allow a man to mistreat me, or use me, not now, not ever.” I said as I entered the cab.

I got home within an hour, the drive was short mostly because of my anger. I changed from my dress and into a shirt ,poured myself a glass of water, turned on the television and laid flat on the couch.

I heard a loud bang on my door which caused me to squint My eyes at the clock. who the hell could that be at 11:00pm.

I walked to the door, stumbling on my feet as I wiped the sleep out of my eyes, “I’m coming, I’m coming.” I shouted.

I opened the door and there he stood, one hand on the door frame and another on his hip, “Marcel Blanche what are you doing here.” I asked.

“ I came to make myself some lemonade.” He said as he raised his head looking in my direction.

. “What?” I asked.

“Can I come in?”

“No you can’t, and why are you here?”

“I own this city and every living and non-living thing in it.” He said.

I closed the door in his face. Just when I was headed back to the couch he knocked again,

I stopped in my tracks “should I open, or not”

I chose not.

It went quiet for a couple of seconds, and then I heard my door open.

“Get out, what’s wrong with you?” I yell behind him.

But he just stood there looking at me,

“what?” I asked.

“Aren’t you afraid of me?”

“No I’m not.” I said.

“I could kill you now and no one will ever look for you.” He said

“We all have to die some day.”

He took a step closer, eyes still glued to my body.

“You expecting someone vivienne?” he asked as his eyes ran down my body”

“Yea, the milkman, now get out.” I said.

I turned my back and made my way over to the couch,he grabbed me by the back of my neck and smashed his lips into mine.

I pushed him away and gasped for air “you're a feisty little thing aren’t you.” He said.

“And your an a** Now get out.” I screamed.

He smiled that creepy smile again. “ Now's not the time to want to piss your pants, vivi, put him in his place.” My inner voice said.

“You really think playing with women's emotions is a good thing, I’ll be out of my mine again if I let another a***hole hurt me again.”

“An a**hole?” He said.

“Yes a**hole, you know all of you are the same, all you think about is getting into women's pants huh..”

“Hmmm, did a a**hole break your heart?” He asked.

And I paused. The memories of Damon flowed like a river bank just burst flooding a town.

“Just go.” I said to him and made my way back to the couch.

“So a a**hole did break you heart?” He asked again.

“Yes, are you happy now?”

“ just a little.” He said. Holding his index and thumb together.

And I rolled my eyes.

“What did he do?” He asked.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Yes I would, now tell me.” He said.

“He cheated on me, then when I asked him about it he told me he only stayed in the relationship because of a bet.” I said, resting my head on the chair back.

“What was the bet?” He asked.

“To see how long it would take him to get in my pants.”

“Dam he is a a***hole” he said. Bring a smile to my face.

“Look I’m sorry about everything I said earlier on, I was just lashing out. I just don’t want to get hurt emotionally or physically. It's draining.”

“Physically did he hit you?” He asked and his eyes went from his original color to dark, but then it softened.

“Yea he hit me real hard, he almost dislocated my jaw.”

He fell silent for a while.

“I’m sorry I put my hands on you, that’s not like me to hit innocent people, it’s just the things you said are all true and I just didn’t want to come to terms with it. I do play with people's emotions, mostly women.

“Thank you.” I said in a matter of fact turn.

“And about the Kelly thing.” He said quickly.

“So could I get you from work tomorrow?” He asked.

“I don’t think Kelly would like that.”

“You don’t need to worry about Kelly, we’re not in a relationship.” He said proudly.

“Ohh.” I answered as if it’s not that obvious.

“So it’s settled, I'll get you after work, wait for me ok.” He said, making his way to the door.

“We’ll see, '' I said before closing it shut in his face.”

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I got to work early as usual, cleaned the counters and set up shop.Kelly came in not too long after, looking a hot mess ,hair all messy and her mascara smudged.

“Hey what’s wrong?” I asked.

“What’s wrong, I’ll tell you what’s wrong, men are dogs, that’s what’s wrong.” She said,

“Huh?”

“What was I even thinking about getting attached, he did say it was just s×x, but I thought it could have been something more.” She said,

I couldn’t help but think about the heartache I caused her. Kelly, Tim and I sat down during lunch and they talked about grabbing drinks after work.

They asked me if I’d tag alone but I declined. So they did the next best thing they begged and begged until I finally gave in.

******

We started with three rounds of shots and then some beers, and let me tell you I was drunk.

We made our way to the dance floor. Tim and I danced.

The alcohol started dancing on my bladder so I made my way to the bathroom, I released myself and made my way to the sink to wash my hands.

“Who is he and why aren’t you answering my calls?” a husky voice from across the room asked.

When I turned to the direction the voice came from, I saw Marcel standing with his arms folded and his back against the wall.

“How did you find me?” I asked.

“That’s not important,what’s important is who is he and why haven’t you answered your phone.” He said.

“I ... didn’t get any calls, and Tim’s a friend from work.”

I said as I stumbled on my words.

“You're drunk?”

“No I’m not.” I said.

“Big mistake, my woman never gets drunk without me being there to take care of her.” He said.

“Your woman, where is she?” I asked.

looking around the bathroom.

“You better stop playing with me Vivienne, now straighten up, get your bag and get into the car, I’ll be waiting outside.” He said.

“I’m not leaving and who are you calling your woman?” I asked.

“ Well then I’ll just have to carry my. woman .to the car myself. He said. And I rolled my eyes.

He stood off the wall and started walking my way.

“Ok, ok I’ll meet you in the car.”

“Good, I’ll be outside.” He said.

I made my way out of the bathroom to our seats, took my bag and said my goodbyes.

I walked through the bar doors with my purse in my hand and my back straight. “ For a moment I fooled myself, but then the alcohol found it’s place in my body again. And I was a giggling mess.

“Get in.” He commanded with anger visuals in his voice.

I sat next to him laughing at nothing and everything.

“Would you mind sharing with us.” He asked.

“Share what?” I asked.

“What’s so funny?” He asked.

“It’s nothing.”

“Who is he Vivienne?” I said, mimicking his voice.

“Ohh so you find me funny, do you?” He asked.

“No sir.. I mean marcel.” I said with another giggle.

“I had plans to take you somewhere tonight but you're drunk so I’ll just take you home instead.” He said.

“You're taking me to a home, why?” My drunk a** didn’t hear right.

“I’m taking you home Vivienne, I said home.” He said.

“Ok I’d like that, are you staying at least for a little while.” I asked again.

“How about we have dinner at your place.” He said. And I. Smiled as a reply.