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Why the ******** did his brother have to turn into a cat of all things? First he became a senshi, making Marlo’s life a living hell at Hillworth. Then he’d become a royal, making himself, and by extension Marlo, a huge ******** target. His brother was one huge ball of ******** up. Not even a year after he married and him and Daphne were fighting and STILL not back together or divorced. Castor, Elzo, was a imbecile. Good natured, kind hearted, but he was as dumb as a damn rock sometimes. No surprise that the next big ball of ******** up was to be when he came late at night, snuck into the hotel and waiting by his ******** door to go ‘Hey Marlo. We need to talk.’

No ******** Elzo, you were a god damn cat and he was trying to deal with a bunch of legal s**t and you just went and got yourself ******** over and turned into a ******** cat. Groaning as he’d allowed his now half brother cat to come in and proceed to try and ******** shed all over his ******** furniture, Marlo was half tempted to just lock his brother in a kitty cart and leave him there. Dry cat food and water for the annoying b*****d.

But, thankfully for Marlo, Castor wasn’t staying with him. No, he was going to stay with Daphne. Good. The p***y could stay with his p***y, (in that moment marlo was still trying to just flat out not flip his s**t at his half brother). The biggest problem was that Elzo was needed for the next board member’s meeting and if he wasn’t there- Giovanni would get to make the calls. And Elzo sadly, couldn’t just phone in and have it on a conference call. He had documents to sign off on and matters of the business to address. Like if they wanted to open the hotel in Berlin, or focus on remolding the one in Milan, (Marlo had been gunning for Milan. An excuse to spoil himself with shopping.).

But this s**t was most certainly not going to fly with the board. They needed a fix and sadly, the only one was to postpone for a month and pray to the cosmos that Elzo was returned to human form by then. Otherwise, they would both be ********, (Marlo could have cared less about Elzo being a cat, but he would be damned before he’d let the North American branch fall back under Giovanni’s control. They had just settled the last sexual harassment lawsuit against him).
As the half brothers agreed to postpone the meeting, Castor, ergo Elzo, told him he’d be laying low, and that if he could go out as Pollux and look for answers, he’d appreciate it. Reluctantly, the senshi of frost had agreed, he’d look for answers IF he had time. Content with that, Castor left, and Marlo sat in his apartment, wondering if he shouldn’t just go shoot himself now, or later.

‘Come to me my love, and let me smother you in my desire. Let me chain you to me, so you can never escape and never run away. Let me steal your heart and soul, and become that which you need. Let me love you, my bitter sweet obsession.’

He’d written the words on a whim when he’d been drunk and looking at photos of her. Looking at the words now, he knew what they sounded like. The words of someone obsessed. Someone who wanted nothing more than to own something. He knew that she was not something to be owned but- he wanted to. Oh gods, how he wanted to. She was a fixation now. A damning thing that plagued his thoughts and dreams. Jada, his lust, his love, his everything and his nothing.

He knew his obsession with her wasn’t healthy. Hell, he was just one rung below her stalker at this point with how he followed her around. Kept an eye on her. He had sent her gifts on occasion. Her own father thought he was a ‘good man to be around Jada.’ Now only if the heiress would let him be around her. She hadn’t wanted her hat or chest back, telling him to keep them. In response he’d sent her new winter shoes. Hand crafted leather. ‘An early Christmas gift’. Was the only thing he’d written on the car. Thanksgiving she hadn’t shown and all he did was make a small visit to Daphne and Elzo the cat. Eating dinner alone.

It was depressing to say the least.

Returning to his daily routine the hotel started to see more guests. Holidays were a wonderful time, and the small staff white elephant party was supposed to be good. He’d let Courtney organize it and plan it, along with sending out the invites. A holiday party. Marlo had been adamant that it be politically correct. His staff liked to tease him and he let them. They knew what lines not to cross. A least the smart ones did.

Mistletoe hung on top of his door. So far, two maids had mentioned it. One he’d told to try harder, the other that he didn’t do sloppy seconds. Both women were fired that same day. Coming onto him he could deal with indirectly, but like that? Like whores? He had no business for that. His own holiday decorating was limited. A small poinsettia on his desk. He wore a small holly pin on his suit. Nothing really. No lights, no candles, no songs filling the air. He was reserved as usual.

Thanks giving had come and gone and now what? What was he thankful for? Pretty much nothing. Another glace at her photos and he knew it was a lie. She- she was something he was thankful for, even if she no longer wanted him. The brief time she had, she had told him she loved him. That she could love a man like him.

That she could have…

Pollux had for the most part, been respectful when it came to Jada and the fact she was a senshi. He was careful not to confront her about it, much less in public. Perhaps not even in private. But what she had done that night, or as one might say, what she hadn’t done that night made Marlo livid. He’d spoken to her because he thought she was a cat and didn’t have any idea. But no. He had been speaking to Jada like he was a stranger. It did explain one thing. Why she hadn’t bitched that much about staying for breakfast. Woman never dislikes his cooking after all.

Still, she had more or less lied to him, mocked him. He could understand the whole jabs at his room, at other things but- She had insinuated she might have slept with him. That Brandon was telling the truth. For one thing, Marlo hated to proved wrong, but another was the idea Jada had that that filth touch her when he’d been denied. That Brandom had been able to have her in ways he wasn’t allowed to. That he’d never allowed himself and when he finally admit he wanted it she said no and- Damn that woman!
Brooding at his work desk, the papers for the week were done. He technically had the rest of the week off by all accounts, unless of course some ******** nut up and screwed something up and he needed o fix things himself.

Idiots in his hotel. Why did he hire them? Oh right. Because he hated hiring even worse idiots.

Jada’s brazen, if not outright mockering of him and his feelings also fueled the man’s rage. He said he wanted her and she had laughed at him. Made fun of his desire. Jada was lucky in many ways. Marlo wasn’t telling her father how she was hanging out scum. That he managed to keep his father blocked from her mother’s parties. From having Kaylee thrown at his father. Thoughts that disgusted him. She was lucky. He did it for her sake. For Jada’s. No one else. Still, he wanted to yell at her. Berate her for making fun of his feelings. She hurt him in cruel ways.

Rejection he could take, and she said she wanted assertive. For him to take charge right? Oh he would most definitely be taking charge all right. He’d take charge and make her talk to him. That shitty little text saying he could keep the hat and chest? ******** that. He was going to confront her, talk, (and by talk he meant yell most likely), and ‘be a caveman’.

He had wanted Jada a long time and had denied himself. Now? Now she denied him and Marlo hated to be denied. He was ‘ruthless’ in business. That you don’t mix business with pleasure. Jada? Jada had the luck to be both. She was business, to model for his hotel. And Pleasure? If she wouldn’t give it…

He might just take it. <******** is crazy bro)