Unexpected

Truth Hurts

..............................................................Marks POV...............................................................................

I stormed onto the balcony and slammed the french doors behind me.

I couldn't believe she actually thought I just wanted her for sex. What kind of man would risk his marriage for just sex. I knew some men did it all the time, but I wasn't that sort of guy, I thought Y/N knew that.

I rested my hands on the handrail, looking out at the twinkling lights of the town below. My head was spinning. This last week had been such a whirlwind. I had been so caught up in the excitement of it all that I hadn't stopped to process anything. And now it seemed I had risked my marriage for a girl who didn't even know the sort of man I was. But then how could she. It had only been a week. 

This girl had burst into my life like a train wreck. I'd fallen for her from the moment I saw her. How was that even possible? and I'd fallen harder every day since, every time I learned something new about her, my heart grew. Until now, now that I knew what she thought of me. I felt confused, numb, hurt, a mess.

The doors behind me squeaked open.

"I told you not to follow me" I whispered,

"I know" she replied, her voice whistling around me in the crisp night breeze. 

 "It was never about sex" I told her,

"I know" she repeated,

"Do you?" I asked a little louder, turning to face her "because that isn't what you said a few minutes ago"

"I'm sorry" she replied looking at the floor and fidgeting. 

"You seem to have said that a few times this week" I scoffed,

"I guess it's just still hard for me to believe!" she yelled,

"What is?" I asked, folding my arms and leaning against the railing.

"All of this" she exclaimed running her hands through her hair. "You're a huge TV star. You travel all over the world meeting millions of girls. Why would you want anything more than a quick fix with someone like me"

"I travelled nearly 200 miles to your home town and cancelled my flight for you!" I yelled "all before we even kissed! Which part of that is a quick fix" 

"I know!" she yelled back "and all of that is telling me the kind of guy you are, the man I want you to be, but there's this little part of me that still thinks its all too good to be true"

"So you're sabotaging" I laughed sarcastically "you find something good and you desperately try to find something wrong"

"It's not that simple Mark and you know it" she hissed "you're married! I have a boyfriend!"

"Yeah well you don't have to worry about that anymore" I told her,

"What do you mean?" she asked, voice softening as her lip began to tremble.

"I'm going back to the States tomorrow and you wont ever have to see me again" I snapped, her eyes widened and she shook her head. "That's what you want isn't it? For me to be that guy who only wants one thing and then disappears forever......Well congratulations! that's exactly who I'm going to be....because I am done being thought of as anything less than who I am, than who I have desperately tried to show you I am! But you continually refuse to see it"

"I can see it Mark" she replied, crying now "I'm sorry"

"There's those words again" I sighed and pushed past her into the suite. 

"Mark please" she whimpered, following me inside, "I don't want our goodbye to be like this"

"This isn't about what you want anymore" I replied, unable to look at her for fear I would accept her apology and let her back in. 

"Then what do you want?" she asked, wiping her tears "Please I'll do anything"

"I wanted you to see the real me" I sighed, finally meeting her gaze. "But all you saw was the celebrity and the stereotypes that come with fame"

"I see you Mark I do" she told me, trying to grab my hands. 

"I want you to go" I whispered, pulling away from her. 

"What?" she asked, looking shocked. 

"Leave!" I yelled,

"No!" she yelled back, catching me off guard. "We aren't doing this again" 

"Doing what!?" I asked half shouting

"You're not pushing me away like at the airport just because you're hurting" she told me.

I grunted and sat down on the sofa, head in my hands. 

"We should not be having this many arguments within a week of knowing each other" I sighed,

"It's not exactly a conventional relationship" she replied.

"No it's a fucking mess" I groaned. 

"This isn't how I wanted your last night with me to be" she sighed, sitting down beside me.

"Yet you're the one that caused the argument" I exclaimed,

"I know" she replied placing her hand on my arm "but Mark I wanted to make you feel wanted, I wanted you to know there was something worth coming back for, because I'm....." she stopped what she was about to say and looked away. 

"You're what?" I asked, heart racing, anticipating what she was going to say, hoping she was going to say those words I'd wanted to.

"The thought of not seeing you again, not being able to touch you, kiss you, sleep beside you"  she explained, "hurts way more than it should"

"What are you saying?" I asked

"My boyfriend is home in 2 weeks" she told me, hearing her refer to him filled me with jealousy "I'm going to leave him Mark" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. The whole situation was becoming very real.

"Because of me?" I asked

"Yes" she replied "and no" I looked at her confused.

"I'm not going to pretend that I'm leaving him to sit around and wait for you, when I have no idea what you want or what's going on in your head" she explained "But it's clear that I'm not supposed to be with him, or I would never have been tempted by you"

I was quiet for a while, processing the fact that one of major obstacles between us wasn't going to be there anymore. I started questioning my own feelings. Was I not supposed to be with my wife because I had been tempted by Y/N. Was I prepared to throw away a marriage with a woman who knew me inside and out for a girl I'd know a week, with no idea whether we would work in the long run. 

"I need you to leave" I told her, after a while.

"Now?" she asked, looking confused

"Yes" I replied.

"Why?" she asked, she looked upset "can't I stay until you have to go"

"I can't share a bed with you again without a little more clarity" I told her,

"How much more clarity do you want!" she exclaimed,

"Clarity from myself" I corrected "Until I know for sure what I want and what I'm going to do. It's not fair on either of us"

She looked at me through watery eyes. Didn't say anything, only grabbed her things and left.

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