forty-nine: nightmares

gif of marco

not proof-read!

a/n: there will be very minor sexual content, nothing too bad.

~marco donati pov~

Women giggled around Marco as he flirtatiously smirked at them. It was way too easy for him. Just one smirk and a charming comment then women would pool around his feet.

It was the night of the party he had thrown because Marco Donati was just bored and there was nothing better to throw a party where his friends had been invited.

"Marco, this party is great so far. I'm impressed." A woman with bright green eyes flirtatiously grinned at him. Her eyes trailed down at Marco's suited figure and she licked her lower lips approvingly.

Marco suppressed a groan at her seductive actions as he eyed her dark indigo dress that showed off her perfect curvy figure. Her dress flashed her cleavage, giving him a sneak peek of her breasts and her legs were perfectly toned. He smirked as he imagined those legs around him. Her black midnight hair was down and in sexy curls, finishing off her seductive appearance.

"Thank you," He smirked. "What is your name, beautiful?"

The woman giggled at his compliment and clenched her thighs together as she felt like melting at his sultry gaze. She felt her core moisten as she watched his eyes trail up and down her body. "My name is Lola."

Marco lifted her hand upon his lips and gently kissed her palm. "Pleasure to meet you, Lola." He breathed out. "Shall we take this conversation more privately?"

"Of course."

The pair traveled to an empty spare room and once inside their lips instantly attacked each other. Lola moaned as she felt his hot lips onto hers roughly gripped his neck.

Marco felt himself harden against her and trailed his hands down to her ass, gripping it tightly as if he owned it himself. He felt himself smirk as Lola grind against Marco's hardness wantonly.

They were like animals that wanted to ravish each other. They kissed and touched each other almost like they were in some animalise trance. Marco ripped her dress apart until she was left naked in her laced panties that teased her core to show. Lola managed to get him out his clothes until he was bare naked and his hardness stood proudly.

Marco played with her core until she was completely writhing underneath him. She was definitely ready for him. He was so close in entering her when he heard a soft voice call out his name.

"Marco?" Ophelia stood in the room, staring at the pair with sorrow in her eyes.

It was as if the trance had been broken and he moved away from Lola in disgust. Marco strode to the love his life in panic and opened his mouth to explain to her, but he saw Ophelia drifting away from him. She was disappearing away from him, whispering 'why?' over and over again. She was getting fainter and eventually she vanished. Disappearing before his his very eyes. Gone. She was gone.

He tried to shout for her.

But it was too late. She was gone from him forever.

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Marco jolted in his bed and rose up, breathing heavily and sweating like a pig. His heart was rapidly beating and his hair was stuck to his forehead. "Fuck..." He cursed underneath his breath.

A dream. Another dream. A different dream, but the same concept.

Even though she left him, she was still on his mind. In his dreams even. It was like the world was laughing at him, trying to say 'In your fucking face. Karma is a mother fucking bitch.'

He laid back in the darkness, trying to steady his breath. His bed has felt so empty. So cold. So dull. He hasn't slept comfortably since she left him almost two weeks ago. It felt like it has been years to him.

He wondered how she was. 'Is she talking care of herself? Is she eating? Is she getting enough sleep? She better be taking care of herself because I can't.'

He turned back on his side and drifting back to sleep...

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They were holding each other tightly as if it was the last time they would be in each other's arms. Her face was snuggled into the nape of his neck and his chin was resting on the top of her head. They looked so in love.

Marco stared as they separated, they were staring at each other lovingly in each others arms. She rose on her tip toes and gently placed a kiss on his lips. It was a soft kiss, yet there was something intimate about their kiss. The man smiled softly and returned her kiss.

But something didn't feel right about them...

Marco felt his breathing stuck in his throat as he recognised those bright blue eyes of hers. Ophelia. His beautiful Ophelia.

He wanted to yell for her to come back into his arms again, but he was too late. He saw the ring glimmer in his eyes. It wasn't the ring that he proposed with though.

Ophelia and the man embraced once again so lovingly that he felt like someone stabbed him right through his heart.

He wanted to cry out her name; he wanted to scream; he wanted to shout; he wanted to cry.

Ophelia was no longer his treasure and she looked happy that she was no longer his.

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His eyes shot open, startled by the nightmare. He panted heavily, waiting for his heart rate to calm down. Two nightmares in one night and they were all about her.

He never had nightmares. Maybe he did when I was a child, but that was a long time ago. He lived life like he owned it. He was fearless about life. But now he wasn't so sure anymore.

He groaned as he ran his hands through his damp hair. 'Jesus, what has she done to me? No woman has ever made me feel this way before.'

Still lying on hid bed, he grabbed his phone from his bedside table. 5:45, the time read. He couldn't stand to fall asleep any longer because he was scared shitless that he might have another nightmare.

Marco rolled off his bed and exited out of his room with his phone in his hand.

He walked over to the kitchen to grab myself a glass from one of the cabinets. He got himself a cold drink of water.

Slowly drinking the water, he thought back to his nightmares. Then back to what happened three days ago.

"Why should I even believe you?! You lied to me the moment we met. Tell me this Marco, were you ever going to tell me about all this?"

'Fuck. Stop it.'

"It's over between us, Marco."

'Stop...'

"You have hurt me many times and forgave you. But this! You have lied to me. You have used me! I can't believe I fell for your trap."

Out of anger, he threw the glass on the kitchen wall making it smash to a million pieces. 'Like her heart...'

"Shut the fuck up!" He yelled stupidly to himself. His fingers gripped onto the top of his hair. He pulled harshly on them.

Then his phone started to ring.

'Who the hell is calling me at this ungodly hour?'

He picked up my phone, answering it. "Hello?"

"It's Rita."

"What do you want?" He asked grumpily.

"It's Michelle..."

Panic started rising through. Was she okay? What was wrong with her? "What happened?" He asked worriedly. He started to grip the cabinet harshly.

"She is about to give birth to your niece or nephew..."

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