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I rolled my eyes and started walking towards Sarah but Marcus grabbed my arm and turned me around to face him. But I kept my mouth shut since I didn't want to talk to him.
"Oh so you are giving me the silent treatment?" Marcus asked mockingly noticing that I didn't talk. I tried to yank my arm back and but his grip tightened, holding me firmly.
"Let me go" I yelled annoyingly and looked around to see if anyone had noticed me but thankfully they were all busy with the photoshoot. Marcus forcefully dragged me to the corner of the deck hidden from everyone's sight.
"What are you doing?" I yelled angrily.
"What do you think you are doing?"
"What?"
"You must be happy since two men are already courting you" Marcus said mockingly and I gaped at him in shock. I was beyond mad at the moment. How dare he?
"What nonsense are you talking? And it doesn't concern you" I started walking past him but he dragged me back.
"Do not use that tone with me" he said warningly, anger lacing his voice enough to send shivers down my spine.
"Or what? You go back to fucking Clara?"
Marcus clenched his jaw in anger, his eyes darkening blazing with a vicious anger. He took me by the shoulders and slammed me against wall. I gasped loudly and without my consent he started kissing me forcefully.
I tried pushing him away but his grip on me tightened holding me closely. He tried opening my lips but I didn't let him. His kisses trailed down my jaw to my throat sucking on my neck harshly. I wriggled under his hold but he was too strong for me to fight back. His hands roamed around my body as he deepened the kiss leaving small bite marks along my neck.
Tears started falling down my eyes and I began crying loudly. Marcus stopped touching me and leaned back to look at my face. My vision was blurry but I could still see a flash of regret crossing his eyes. He quickly moved back and ran his hands through his hair.
I fell to the ground and brought my legs closer to my chest. I looked up to see Marcus and he had his face on his palm as he breathed heavily. He saw me looking and quickly knelt down in front of me.
"I'm sorry" he whispered with a broken voice.
"What Marcus? W-were you going to force me because I didn't submit?" I choked on my own sobs as I tried to speak, my voice quavering with each word I tried to let out.
He brought his hands to cup my face but I shoved them away. "Don't touch me". Marcus looked at me in hurt, his hands shaking in fright.
"I'm sorry Serapha. I'm so sorry. I don't know why I did it but please I didn't mean it. I-"
"I want you gone" I cut him off before he could give excuses.
"Serapha" he called in desperation.
"Leave the ship. I can handle it. I don't want to see you" my eyes brimmed with more tears and I looked away.
Marcus bent his head down and sighed. "Fine I'll leave. If that's what you want" without looking back he left leaving me to cry alone.
Have I made a mistake?
Marcus left for New York on the very day that I told him to leave. It was the sixth day of the contest. Fourth day without Marcus. Four days of missing him.
I cried every night regretting what I did. I shouldn't have messed with his private life. Rather than telling him to leave I should have talked to him.
"Ma'am breakfast is ready. Let's go" Sarah knocked on my door pulling me out of my trance.
We both walked to the restaurant that I went with Marcus after our kiss. We sat further in the corner to avoid the cameras that were rolling while the contestants were having breakfast. To make my day worse Clara sat beside me.
I rolled my eyes and scooted closer to Sarah. "Have you contacted Mr. Anderson?" Sarah asked worried and I shook my head in a no.
"Well what he did to you was wrong but what made you fight in the first place?" I had already told her about Marcus forcefully kissing me but that was it. I didn't give her any details.
"I don't know. Well I touched his back-" before I could finish the sentence Clara started laughing loudly.
"You touch his back? Oh my god! You're his wife and you don't know that he doesn't like being touched" Clara talked through fits of laughter.
"What do you mean?"
"I have been with him for one night. Well one damn amazing intimate night" Clara smirked earning an eye roll from me.
"Well even though I had sex with him he didn't let me remove his shirt. Well as far as I remember he didn't fully undress his pants. But I saw it. It was bi-"
"Shut up" I hated how she knew things about my husband that I did not.
"See how jealous you are. One sided love is for teenagers, not for a marriage. Just get a divorce" Clara huffed annoyingly and I clenched my fist to stop it from slapping her across her face.
"Oh so you are giving me the silent treatment?" Marcus asked mockingly noticing that I didn't talk. I tried to yank my arm back and but his grip tightened, holding me firmly.
"Let me go" I yelled annoyingly and looked around to see if anyone had noticed me but thankfully they were all busy with the photoshoot. Marcus forcefully dragged me to the corner of the deck hidden from everyone's sight.
"What are you doing?" I yelled angrily.
"What do you think you are doing?"
"What?"
"You must be happy since two men are already courting you" Marcus said mockingly and I gaped at him in shock. I was beyond mad at the moment. How dare he?
"What nonsense are you talking? And it doesn't concern you" I started walking past him but he dragged me back.
"Do not use that tone with me" he said warningly, anger lacing his voice enough to send shivers down my spine.
"Or what? You go back to fucking Clara?"
Marcus clenched his jaw in anger, his eyes darkening blazing with a vicious anger. He took me by the shoulders and slammed me against wall. I gasped loudly and without my consent he started kissing me forcefully.
I tried pushing him away but his grip on me tightened holding me closely. He tried opening my lips but I didn't let him. His kisses trailed down my jaw to my throat sucking on my neck harshly. I wriggled under his hold but he was too strong for me to fight back. His hands roamed around my body as he deepened the kiss leaving small bite marks along my neck.
Tears started falling down my eyes and I began crying loudly. Marcus stopped touching me and leaned back to look at my face. My vision was blurry but I could still see a flash of regret crossing his eyes. He quickly moved back and ran his hands through his hair.
I fell to the ground and brought my legs closer to my chest. I looked up to see Marcus and he had his face on his palm as he breathed heavily. He saw me looking and quickly knelt down in front of me.
"I'm sorry" he whispered with a broken voice.
"What Marcus? W-were you going to force me because I didn't submit?" I choked on my own sobs as I tried to speak, my voice quavering with each word I tried to let out.
He brought his hands to cup my face but I shoved them away. "Don't touch me". Marcus looked at me in hurt, his hands shaking in fright.
"I'm sorry Serapha. I'm so sorry. I don't know why I did it but please I didn't mean it. I-"
"I want you gone" I cut him off before he could give excuses.
"Serapha" he called in desperation.
"Leave the ship. I can handle it. I don't want to see you" my eyes brimmed with more tears and I looked away.
Marcus bent his head down and sighed. "Fine I'll leave. If that's what you want" without looking back he left leaving me to cry alone.
Have I made a mistake?
Marcus left for New York on the very day that I told him to leave. It was the sixth day of the contest. Fourth day without Marcus. Four days of missing him.
I cried every night regretting what I did. I shouldn't have messed with his private life. Rather than telling him to leave I should have talked to him.
"Ma'am breakfast is ready. Let's go" Sarah knocked on my door pulling me out of my trance.
We both walked to the restaurant that I went with Marcus after our kiss. We sat further in the corner to avoid the cameras that were rolling while the contestants were having breakfast. To make my day worse Clara sat beside me.
I rolled my eyes and scooted closer to Sarah. "Have you contacted Mr. Anderson?" Sarah asked worried and I shook my head in a no.
"Well what he did to you was wrong but what made you fight in the first place?" I had already told her about Marcus forcefully kissing me but that was it. I didn't give her any details.
"I don't know. Well I touched his back-" before I could finish the sentence Clara started laughing loudly.
"You touch his back? Oh my god! You're his wife and you don't know that he doesn't like being touched" Clara talked through fits of laughter.
"What do you mean?"
"I have been with him for one night. Well one damn amazing intimate night" Clara smirked earning an eye roll from me.
"Well even though I had sex with him he didn't let me remove his shirt. Well as far as I remember he didn't fully undress his pants. But I saw it. It was bi-"
"Shut up" I hated how she knew things about my husband that I did not.
"See how jealous you are. One sided love is for teenagers, not for a marriage. Just get a divorce" Clara huffed annoyingly and I clenched my fist to stop it from slapping her across her face.
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