Over the next two weeks, Marc Junior and Hershey got to know each other again. Their past was gradually dominated by trust and love. Marc changed the date of his ticket back to Shanghai, China for a week's extension, just so he wouldn't have to leave so early. Marc Junior knew he wanted to come back, but there were a lot of loose ends to tie up in Shanghai. Said goodbye to Andrew and Tanya, as well as working at his job, with the apartment, he had to do something. On Tuesday night in the office, Hershey was sitting on top of her desk, legs crossed, wearing a three piece blue and beige suit. The beige blazer is covered with a sky blue quarter sleeve blouse underneath. The beige skirt she was wearing was knee-length, but when she sat down, the skirt slipped down to mid-thigh. She yanks pieces of paper from her printer and shoots them through the ring. There was a knock on the door, she thought it was Tyler, coming in to gossip about the incompetent staff, which she somehow always got.
Hershey's gaze shifted to the clock above the television. She couldn't believe it was only nine o'clock. Her eyes remained on the clock, feeling uneasy as the large hand ticked closer to her appointed departure time. She wanted to make sure everyone was in the house sleeping, before she headed over to Marc Junior's house. Every time she thought of the scene that happened between her and Marc Junior, she had to close her legs tightly to relieve the pain that was forcing her inside. She tried not to think about the feeling of his tongue sliding over her, but it wasn't happening. Her mind went against her will, thinking about what happened two days ago. It was the longest two days of her life. When she first entered the house, she decided to ignore what he said, he must be strong enough to overcome what happened. He was sixteen years old that he was, his hormones weren't a raging symphony like they used to be, at least that's what he thought. She's been proven wrong on more than one o
"This is silly, Marc. Absolutely insane. What stupid person would do this? I don't even know if you'll come back, when you come back to Shanghai. We're not in a relationship. Shit, I shouldn't be like high school girl." Marc Junior laughed, his eyes twinkling, "You're twenty years old Hershey." "Yeah, so? I'll be twenty one in November. I'm old enough not to be making these mistakes." "What a mistake?" Marc Junior caught it, a pained expression in his eyes. Hershey put her hands to his face, sighed and then lowered them, her expression sad. "I'm not saying you're a mistake Marc. I just don't want to do something I'll live to regret." Marc held her hand to his face, "So, you think you'll regret this?" "Yes, it's too early, I'll regret it." She whispered. Marc Junior looked into her eyes again and said, "Why?" "Because, we're not together anymore. We're not in a committed relationship." "Who said we wouldn't be, Hershey?" "Well, we can't. You're going to Shanghai in a few week
Birds chirped at the open window, while a gentle breeze ruffled the curtains. Marc Junior sat there with Hershey sleeping in his arms. He smiled and thought he looked like her in high-school. The way her body seemed to curl around him, like a cat. He brushed some of her hair from her forehead, only to see her closed lids and relaxed mouth as she slept peacefully. He couldn't understand how he didn't snore. How his body seemed to move together in unison whenever she slept. His eyes dropped to her chest as he watched her take a deep breath and then exhale. Her chest rises and falls with every move she makes. Reaching out, he slid his thumb and forefinger over her and took the small bud in his fingers. When he did, he let the gentle movement of her chest slide over his fingers. The bud immediately shriveled. Marc Junior sighed as he twirled his thumb around until it tightened around his finger. He had never seen anything so beautiful in his entire life. Leaving her chest alone, he ran h
Marco Junior felt a pain in his heart that was not like before. It came down on him in that moment like a tidal wave crushing the smallest of sea creatures. Grabbing Hershey's shoulders, he spun her around her, pulling her into his arms. Reigning kisses all over her head, cheeks and face, he whispered, "I'm sorry, Chocolate. I'm so sorry." She felt his wrap around her tightly, her body shaking with sobs, releasing everything she'd been hiding for the past two years. Dear diary, I'm crying a lot now. Harder than ever in the last two years. I thought I was done with those tears, but not yet. I saved them before. Ironically enough, because I hadn't seen him in two years, I felt closer to him than the last time we were together. I'm glad I had the chance to do that, because she's so sweet. He held me and apologized the whole time. When I finally stopped crying, we talked about why I was crying and then we talked about the house and why I kept it so clean. Things like that. By the time
"Well, I like your present." Tyler laughed, "No, you have the man." Hershey laughed to herself. "Why did you say that?" This is what solidified their relationship with Tyler for the first time. He always seems to know what to say and when to say it and for some reason, make it work.Tyler sighed, his eyes connecting with hers, telling her something from his heart, "Because Hershey, despite the many times you and Marco Junior were on and off with each other, your love and chemistry remained intact. The excitement that you two shared in the earlier years of your relationship will always be there." Hershey sighed, "Not always Tyler. When his mother died, he became unbearable." "Yet you stayed with him Hershey." "I'm gone, Tyler. It was during those times when he needed me the most." Tyler sighed, "Sweety, you left because you were hurt by the alcohol abuse. Not because you didn't want to be there. I mean think about it, you could have had an abortion and left NYU in the fall, but you
"Does everything always surprise you?" She smiled flirtatiously. "As for you, yes." Hershey raised an eyebrow, "What are you trying to say?" Marc Junior shook his head, "You're nosey." "Not nosey, just inquisitive." She corrected. Marc Junior laughed, "No, sugar, inquiring is when you ask to gain a better understanding." "Nosey, is when you ask things that are just out of your mind-things that really have nothing to do with you." Hershey stood up from her chair, hands on her hips, both eyebrows raised, ready for war. "How is it not appropriate for me to have dessert when you invite me here?" Marc Junior walked up to her, stopping a few inches in front of her face, his eyes shining. He really turned her on. "Because, I clearly said that it was a surprise. Everything I'm going to do for you tonight is a surprise." Hershey's lips pout. "Why is there a need for a surprise?" Marc Junior smiled. She's really cute like this. He likes it when she's mad. She really thought they were f
His eyes twinkled as he looked at the camera, "What do you want?" He asked in a thick Visayan accent. Hershey felt his heart drop in his chest, overcome with emotions he couldn't quite put into words. The girl behind the camera giggled, "Danielle says that you and her are going to be together forever, and you're not going to leave her?" Hershey watched, silent, as Marco Fernando Sr. on the monitor stood in the middle of the group, his frame, tall but muscular, similar to Marco Junior's and the hair that made him stand out from the rest of men. Her hair hung over her shoulders. But when his gaze landed on Danielle standing at least twenty feet away from him, his eyes darkened to a rich forest color. Hershey was almost shocked by the passion he saw in them. Marco laughed and approached Danielle. Taking her in his arms, he said, "She's right. I love this woman in my life."Deborah, the camera girl sighed and said, "Danielle you are so lucky girl." Danielle smiled, her complexion dark o