Marcus and Marcella 3

Marcella’s POV

My heart is pounding as I hurriedly serve the orders. I can feel Marcus’ heated gaze all through and most of the time our eyes meet.

It is like every other person in the bar has disappeared and it’s just the two of us, an undeniable tension growing with each passing second.

I have to win the bet. That’s what I tell myself every second. Sabrina and I had a bet. Whoever lost pays the full rent for the next month. Sabrina believed I couldn’t follow Marcus home and to strengthen that fact, she initiated the bet.

She pays the rent next month if I follow Marcus to his apartment and take a selfie.

When I finish my orders, I quickly take off my apron, grab my bag and stride to Marcus’ table, aware of his eyes on me with every step I take.

“Let’s go.”

I don’t know if it’s my imagination but I think I hear a low growl, animalistic and raw, from him. Regardless, it sets my body burning with desire.

Wordlessly, he stands from