She's Dangerous (Sequel to He's Dangerous) [COMPLETE]

Marcel was back but nothing was the same. It was hard returning to the way they were when they could barely remember it. Without Marcel Ella had to mature, grow up. Although growing up is exactly what Marcel wants to prevent. Once Ella starts growing up, she'll start making the same mistakes that Marcel did and he didn't want her to end up guilty over something
she had no intention to do. Life has been hectic since he got back and it's not calming down any time soon. Marcel and Ella are back in full action with new drama. Lies. Tears. Smiles and memories to be made. Want to follow them on their adventure? Read She's dangerous.


41. Vulnerability *unedited* [8 chapters left]



   Everything spun in circles as I rose my head. Where was I? I looked around but everything seemed unfamiliar. I used my arms to weakly push me from the ground and I felt arms help me up. I shrieked, hurrying away from the stranger.

   "Marcel, dear. Don'y shock her. If she passed out, she's not going to remember anything for a while." I heard a feminine voice speak. Who was it? I searched for the source of the voice, but the blur of my vision proved no help.

   "Mum, what do I do?" I heard another, deep accented voice plead. It sounds so familiar.

   "Give her time. The longest it should last is an hour or so, her memory hasn't been lost forever my dear." She laughed lightly as a sigh emitted from who I'm assuming her sons voice.

   "Okay, bye."

   "Bye dear." She spoke and I heard phones hang up.

   "Ella?" I heard his same voice speak, only closer to me. My vision began clearing and I saw a figure leaning over me, on his knees. He wore a white muscle shirt and some black skinny jeans. His jade eyes were so captivating and he wiped his tongue over his rosy lips. His muscles were packed nicely beneath his tanned skin. Tattoos swirled up his arms, and a piercing penetrated the skin of his eyebrow and lip. His coffee colored curls were pushed back off his forehead, and his expansive hands held me cautiously. He was hot. Very hot.

   "Who are you?" I asked, bringing my hand up to my hair where I gently massaged the sore skin. I looked around only to realize there were plates shattered all around me, food smearing against the ground.  Had I caused all of this? This guy slouched, sighing as his hand gently cupped my cheek. Did we know each other?

   "I'm...I'm Marcel." He finished as I cocked my head, perching my eyebrows.

   "Marcel?" I pronounced slowly as he nodded.

   I looked into his emerald eyes, confused as he looked down at me. He was so...beautiful. Without a second thought I pressed my lips to his. It was obvious he was shocked but soon I felt him gently kissing back. The kiss stayed sweet and gentle for about two seconds but he roughened the kiss, pressing harder against my lips.

   His tongue glided over mine, a moan involuntarily leaving my lips. I felt his smirk grow, his lips detaching from mine as he pressed them to my cheeks. He then continued to pepper kisses among my jawline, another soft, quiet moan escaping my trembling, swollen lips.

   I felt his lips barely touch the expanse of my neck. His kisses soft and numerous. I tangled my hands through his curls, bringing his lips back up to mine. I stood on the tip of my toes as he tilted his head down, our lips meeting.

   The feeling felt so familiar but I couldn't exactly place a finger on it. His large hands groped beneath my thighs, lifting me as my legs wrapped firmly around his defined torso. God he's attractive. Suddenly, as if all at once my memories flooded back into my bare mind. I gasped, pulling away from his kiss as a thud echoed throughout the room from me hitting my head against the wall. I yelped in pain, as Marcel looked at me confused.

   "You okay?"

   "You're such a bastard!" I exclaimed as he set me down, cocking his head, his eyebrows forwarding.


   "YOU FUCKING USED ME! I HAD NO MEMORY AND YOU USED IT TO YOUR GOD DAMN ADVANTAGE!" I shouted in anger, tears filling my eyes. I was more sad then anything. I was sad he used my defenselessness against me. My vulnerability against me. He played my weakness as his strength so he could benefit from it.

   "I-I'm sorry. I was just so caught up in the moment. Your kisses always hypnotize me." He admitted as I scoffed, pushing him away from me.

   "So what? You destroy me AND you use my vulnerability against me? You're pathetic Marcel! But you know what? I'm not mad. I'm sorry I couldn't change you. I'm sorry I couldn't make you happy." I sighed, shaking my head as I walked away and into the living room.

   I had no idea whether I had heard his deep, accented voice say it but I swear he said,

   "Yeah. I'm sorry too."

   I shook my head, tears falling but I was praying Marcel didn't notice.

   He couldn't.




Yo whats up? Im hyper and donkey shit like that. Bitchy bitch whaaaaa? Im hyper. Kay. YO WHADDUP MA? ILL SEND YOU A SHOUTOUT WHEN IM AT THE GRAMMYS. In my dreams... Whoops. Anyways, whatcha think of the chapter ? :D Theres going to be some major shit going on the next chapters so brace yaself!!! Love ya :D xx


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