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.


36. She deserves *unedited* [13 chapters left]

Marcels PoV


   Kandy left immediately, and I was thankful. She was a get the job done kind of fuck. I wanted Ella cuddled up beside me, her voice whispering soothing words in my ear. I wanted to hold her close and never let go. I wanted a forever with her.

   I hugged the sheets tighter to my bare chest. Why was it so cold? I hurried to my feet, leaving my body in only boxers. I followed the draft of wind, in which it lead to another spare room that I didn't know we had. I saw the balcony doors wide open, walking in to close them. I locked the locks, turning around to plop back down on the bed. Instead, just as I was about to walk out, I saw Ella cuddled up in a little ball in the corner.

   It absolutely shattered my heart. A frown took on my lips, my forehead furrowing in sadness. I hated seeing her upset and to know I was the reason.

   You destroyed me! I hope you're happy!

   Her words echoed in my mind and I let the tears fall silently. I didn't want to hurt her. I never wanted to hurt her...

   I hurt her.

   I walked over to her small, bundled body, bending down cautiously. The back of my hand gently caressed her jaw as I bit my lip.

   "I am so, so sorry Ella. I screwed up." I whispered. It was obvious she was crying. Her eyes were red and puffy. That and the fact a tear lay still on her reddened cheeks. I sniffled back my own tears, wiping away as she stirred beneath my touch. Please don't wake up.

   "M-Marcel?" She asked quietly, her eyes still closed. She began moving, her eyes slowly fluttering open. They were weighed down with her tiredness, and her voice was deep with sleep.

   "Uh, no. I-It's Harry." I hurried. Before she could look at me to closely, I hurried out of the room and back into our bedroom. I wanted to say it was me but it would only upset her. I didn't want to force my love onto her. Although I did. I loved her more then I loved myself.

   Whatever she thought love was made of, we consisted of it. I'd never met a girl that makes me feel like she does. Her simple existence puts a smile on my lips. Her moans filling the air, causes my heart to beat faster. She isn't another one night stand. She's the one I see myself with forever and always.

   I sat in bed, my elbows on my knees as I sighed. Everything was so complicated. Why couldn't I just be a good boyfriend? I'm not even a good friend...

   My mind wandered back to the moment I got down on one knee. I knew it was early, but I wanted to assure we'd love each other forever. I was selfish like that. I wanted her love until I ran her empty of it. I used her love as an escape from the world.

   I let the tears fall faster, until I was full on sobbing. Strangled cries left my lips as the tears left puddles on my thighs. I needed Ella in my love. She was the girl I loved and although I had a shitty way of proving it, I really did love her.

   I slid the ring from the night stand table, turning it as I observed every little detail. Maybe it was to early. I obviously wasn't ready to commit. The more I hurt Ella, the more I was convinced she was better without me. Yeah, she'd be better without me.

   The thought ran through my head until it was the only thing left.

   I didn't know what to say or what to do. I wanted her as close as possible, yet as far. I should have ignored her the day at the party. I should have ignored her at Walmart. If I wouldn't have given her a second glance, I'd still be on a one fuck a day schedule. Or maybe, I shouldn't have gotten attached.

   She was like a drug. I wanted her in a selfish way and I was going to leave, but I messed around and now I'm addicted to her. Her body. Her laugh. Her eyes. Her smile. Her touch. Her love. Just her in general.

   I wanted to understand what its like to be as broken as she is, just so it'd be easier to leave. If I knew how much I'd truly hurt her, I'd leave. So she could have her happy ending with a guy who could give her what she deserved.

   And that's what I'd do.

   Give her what she deserves.




Hey guys sorry for the filler and short chapter :) I just wanted to get something up :) These last chapters are going to be EXTREMELY bipolar so keep that in mind :) Love ya :) x



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