Bad Timing

Chapter 1

"Damn black you fine as hell"!  The guy approaching the 20 story building my Penthouse resided on. 

That Was all I ever heard coming up to the entrance as I walked to my home. There was always some bums hanging in front of the building trying to get the wealthy to give them twenty dollars so they can only do God knows what with. I never payed them any mind though, Lord knows if Marcus ever heard them trying to get at me it would be body bags an toe tags. They were brave to even say that to me knowing who I was.  He didn't play when it came to me. 

Marcus was my boyfriend but to everyone else we were married. We had been together since Junior High but known each other since Kindergarten. I'll never forget the day we fought in the back of Ms.McKay's 1st Grade class, over a colored pencil. That story will always make me laugh. Just about everyday our parents were at the school. Hell, the principal even knew about Hazel & Marcus. We eventually made a truce when the 5th grade rolled around, that's when we first kissed. I didn't know love at the time but I felt some type of way. I had butterflies and my knees literally became weak. I actually almost fell but Marcus caught me of course. From then on we belonged to each other.

"Bae I'm home"! I yelled out. I figured he was asleep when I didn't get the usual greeting. My eyes lit up when I saw the rose pedals made into our initials. He always  knew what made me smile, next to it was a bag with a letter that read:

"Beautiful,

Shower up and put these on and meet me on the roof, but don't keep daddy waiting to long."

Your's forever, 

Marcus"

I couldn't stop cheesing. I was so excited I showered so fast and slid the purple and black laced lingerie  that was inside the bag on. I made sure I sprayed his favorite scent on "Heat" By Beyonce;  I wasn't to fond of it but whatever for my baby. I made my way to the roof of our shared penthouse. Marcus inherited some penthouses from his father who passed away a few years back. After selling a few he gave me this one, We shared it together but he made sure I felt like I owned it. My name was on the deeds and he gave me free reign to decorate the home however I wanted. 

"Loving you is easy cus' you're beautiful. Everyday of my life is filled with loving you...." 

The music seemed as if it was dancing through the stars as it escaped from the speaker. That was his song for me. Every time he sang it, I blushed and fell even deeper in love.  Soon as I the doors to the elevator let up , I was greeted by a rather handsome Frenchman in a suit and tie. He held my hand and led me to my seat. 

Tears filled my eyes when I saw the rose pedals covering the ground. He had my favorite flowers, Sunflowers, sitting inside a bejeweled vase on top of the dinner table.    God,  that man loved my soul, it amazed me how much he loved me. I couldn't fathom a greater love here on Earth. Marcus must have been in the bathroom freshening up, because he wasn't sitting at the beautiful candle lit table. "Shit I'm happy as hell where is my man"? I thought to myself. 

Standing behind me he whispered into my ear, "Hey beautiful, you look hella good." 

"As always".  We both said in unison while laughing. It was just our thing.

We walked over to the dinner table and he pulled out my chair, I sat and asked him teasingly  "So whats the special occasion"? What's with the French guy and all the serenading music. You trying to get you some nookie"? 

''Hazel be quiet don't ruin tonight by questions. Trust ya man. I got this." He snapped. 

He was right. So I shut my pretty little mouth and let the night unravel.