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(In Marcus's apartment)
"Here is my spare apartment, I am sorry it is not as big as Ethan's castle. I do not have what it takes to please you but be certain that I will always be at your call when you need me," Marcus said in appealing tone, as he led her to her room.
She smiled at him, "thanks a lot."
"You do not have to thank me, what are friends for?"
The room had a big massive soft bed situated in between it. The room was decorated with flowers. He showed her every nook and cranny of the room.
"Thanks," she said to him again. "I am so sorry for being such a burden to you," she added.
"Agnes, you and I are friends, and so you do not have to thank me or apologize to me," he said to her, flashing a brilliant smile.
She sat down on the bed. "Do you think that Ethan will ever regret his actions towards me and eventually come back to ask for my forgiveness?"
Marcus nodded beseechingly. "I can not really tell but if he did, I will be more than happy for you. And if he doesn't, I will continue to hope that he comes to realize his mistake."
She smiled. "I sincerely hoped he realizes his mistake and comes to asked for my apology now that I still have a place in my heart, that yearns for him and wants to forgive him," she said with hope in her eyes.
Agnes nodded her head and watched him leave, shutting the door behind him. She stood up and walked to the bathroom. She pushed open the glass door and entered it. At that moment it dawned on her that she had left her box downstairs, which contained few clothes and a towel in it. She walked to the room door and gently opened the door. She creeped out of her room and made for the staircase, before a voice stopped her right on her tracks.
"She is bathing," Marcus said.
Whitney wanted to call his name but the way Marcus's voiced lowered, made it seem as though something was fishy.
"I intend to have a taste of her, once she is through with bathing and how I plan on doing it is by giving her a drugged drink. By tomorrow morning, she will not even have the slightest idea that we got intimate the other night..." He paused and listened to the voice on the other end.
"Well I have to agree that Ethan did not do the right thing by divorcing her but he did well by making her hate both him and his best friend. I am also very glad that I played a good role in all this drama... She can not protect herself from me, besides we are the only ones at home. I am very sure that between I, her ex husband and that Lunatic Clinton, the lunatic is the best gentleman because he is the only one who can live with a woman for years and respect her without trying to please his inner pleasure and the equation is balanced too. I help her and she helps me too. .. listen I have to get off the phone.. she must have already been through with taking her bath... I need to make a good impression on her. I also need to make her loathe Clinton the more, the way she hates his best friend... Have a nice day and keep more whiskies for me," Marcus said and hung up.
She was shocked to hear all those words coming out of Marcus's mouth. She needed to escape, she knew she had to act fast.
Now she was not bent on pointing out Marcus's sins. The point hit home and it hit it hard. Here she was thinking that she had someone oh her side, little did she know that she was being fooled. She thought he was sheltering her but she was wrong, he was only taking advantage of her innocence. She rushed back into her room, immediately she noticed he was about to come out of his room. She rushed to a passage opposite the corridor that was leading to her room.
As for Marcus, he went to her room. "Agnes," he called out to her but there was no answer.
Quickly she ran downstairs and rushed to the door, she tried to open it but it was locked. In the process of searching for the key to the door, she mistakenly broke the flower vase which was lying on the table, in the middle of the sitting-room..
Marcus became alert on hearing that noise. All types of thought were running through his mind. Had Agnes found out his plans? Did she hear his conversation over the phone? Had she began to suspect him? Was she trying to escape from him?
Well he didn't care about what the answers to his questions were. All he was certain about was that he wasn't going to let her slip away from him. He knew he was wrong for making such a phone call with her around. He could have answered the call, somewhere more convenient.
As for Agnes, she finally laid eyes on a bunch of keys, which fell out from the case, she bent down and picked it up. Then she tried them one by one, till the hole finally budged.
She opened the door at once.
Marcus on the other hand ran down the stairs.
"Agnes!" He shouted her name.
She heard her name but she did not dare answer him, instead she ran out. Eric saw her shadow flee away. He shouted her name and ran after her at the same time. The way he was yelling out her name, portrayed him as a love sick puppy, who had just lost his way..
Agnes was too fast but Marcus was faster.
"Agnes," he called her name again.
"Be careful baby, do not hurt yourself," he voiced out, sounding like a maniac.
Unfortunately for Agnes, she accidentally ran into a car.
Marcus slowly creeped away from the scene, when he saw that the accident had attracted lots of people and entangled everyone around.
Agnes fell to the ground and everybody gathered around her, to witness the scene. Some people were shouting out to her, so that she could wake up.
It happened to be that Clinton was the person that hit her with his car. He had no idea it was agnes. He parked and came out of his car..