Present Ethan's PoV

I CAN TRAVEL THROUGH TIME.

Ethan's realization was jarring. He felt the possession of a superpower. And rightfully so. He had something which couldn't be explained to anyone. All he remembered was sitting in Rachel's washroom, looking at the mirror and thinking how he was betrayed. A sadness crept in when the past feelings resurfaced. He always thought to be the lucky one to date and be engaged to Miley.

From the first day he saw her in office, he liked her. She was confident and mature enough to handle criticism. A good leader for the team and a very good person whom he could talk for hours.

After she broke up with her boyfriend, whom she'd told was cheating on her, they became close.

But today Rachel's confession broke his heart. Although he trusted her words and knew she is a kind and sweet girl who won't even harm a fly, he wanted to see it for himself. His thoughts betrayed his belief that Miley was capable of cheating on him.

In all his anger and stress, he traveled back in time to see what happened.

Rachel was right. She was making out with another man. And not just anyone. It was Marc.

All this time he believed Marc liked Rachel. He had these small tells when he liked a girl. And he exhibited all of them when it came to Rachel. But today, he was hitting on Miley.

Ethan saw Rachel and Anna exit the washroom. He felt what Rachel too might have experienced. She must have liked him, to have a shocked reaction when she saw him with Miley.

Two hearts were broken.

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Next morning

Rachel woke up with a heavy heart. She remembered Marc and Miley and hoped it was a nightmare. Waking up made her realize it happened in reality and that she had to live on.

Thankfully it was a weekend and she could avoid him till Monday. Calling up her therapist, she booked an appointment and moved quickly to shower and get dressed.

Once she reached his place; walking in, she waited to be called.

Mr. Philip Kert was a renowned therapist. A middle aged man, he had a charming accent and a kind look. He was the one who helped her navigate through her fears and the trauma which she carried in her head. The man must be good at his work for she rarely had panic episodes once crossing the year's mark.

"Good afternoon Rachel. Please come in.." he ushered her, standing at the door. She walked inside the room where Philip conducted his therapy sessions and onto her usual place, placing a cushion on her lap.

Philip scribbled something fast in his notebook before looking up. "How is it going now?"

"It's fine.."

"And did you see that man from the future anymore?" his concerned voice asked.

She smiled on the inside, unable to tell him the developments in between her last appointment. Although she believed everything that was happening around, she wasn't confident if Philip could place all the circumstances as normal and not declare her as insane. So she lied.

"And.." he nudged her to continue.

Her mind wandered back to the night that was yesterday. The man she liked was tonguing her boss's fiancé. She was too drunk to have any attack but was also confident; if she'd experienced it, she could've handled it well.

"Well I got drunk.. at a party." setting her thoughts away from the memories floating, she continued. "And then I left for my home and slept off."

Although she skipped all things Ethan told about being able to time travel, she saw a soft smile on Philip's face as he took notes while she narrated. Over an year's span, she has learnt a lot about him. Smile is good. He thinks she is making progress. Frown or bridged brows is what should be looked out for. That depicted his worried expression.

Philip looked up from the pages, "When was the last time you had an attack and..."

She doesn't even bother letting him finish. She knew the drill. "A week back."

"And.. when was it"

"When I was.. I was.. " stuttering, she managed to speak somehow. "About to get intimate with a guy.."

Philip's expression stayed constant. "The same guy you liked?"

She nodded.

His head bobbed slightly, she continued. "He handled it for me.. helped me with the medicines and helped calmed me down.."

"Seems like a good guy" his lips cornered up.

Still reeling a heartbreak, she scoffed. "Well good guys don't make out with other's fiance!"

Clarifying his confusion, she narrated the incidence. All Philip does was nod and hymn an occasion 'hmm'.

Once her rant was over, he leaned forward. "Have you talked to him about what happened?"

Those words worked like magic making her realize she was too quick to judge the situation and not let Mark tell his side. Although she was still judging and making hasty decisions thinking he would say it was all a mistake; yet Philip was right.

He needed to tell his truth. The chances of the truth being the cliched line every man who has been caught cheating would say, he still deserved his chance.

"Yes you are right.." she nodded. "I think I should talk to him.."

The wise owl Philip continued, "You never know.. what you might come to know if you let people say their peace."

Feeling guilty for judging a situation too quickly and walking away before letting Mark talk, she made a mental note to apologies. Not for his deed, that was unforgivable but for her act.

Thankfully it was just her and Anna who saw it. Even though she was drunk off her head, she was glad to not rat him out to Ethan and keep it under wraps.

After talking some more with Philip she got back to the apartment. It was almost evening when she decided to talk to Marc again.

Calling him with a pounding heart, she waited for him to answer. He picked up, blurting a 'yes'. His tone was serious and rude.

'How dare he talk to me rudely after what he did.'

She matched his tone. "We need to talk."

"About what?"

"Yesterday"

"No we don't need to.."

"Yes we do Mark.." her voice wavered.

"It's not needed. I don't have to say my peace to you Rachel."

'What's wrong with him. He is not just being rude, but also an arrogant person who seems to not mind the part that he was cheating with someone's fiancé.'

"You might not have to say it to me, but you really have to talk to Ethan. And don't you dare use that tone on me.." something snapped inside of her as her voice flared up, loosing her temper.

Not exactly how she'd thought the conversation would go, but she couldn't help it. He might have hurt both Ethan and her but the sad part was that he didn't care about any of it.

"I will talk to you in sometime.." he ended the call. She ran the conversation in her mind and got angrier.

Brooding, all she did was lay on the couch watching her dog play. A knock on the door made her to look down onto the almost dissected pillow, the thing which let her vent. Tossing it, she opened the door.

Angry faced Marc stood in front of her. He walked in before she could say anything.

"You wanted to say your peace say it now." he fumed.

'What is he talking about?'

Anger boiled inside spewed out. "You kissed an engaged woman and you want me to speak.. Are you out of your freaking mind?"

"I did not kiss her. She did."

Both have a screaming match and Butter barked at them to calm.

"Ohh yesssss.. That's what all men who have affairs say... That they didn't do it.."

He moved further closer, backing her against the wall as he stood in front. Heat radiated from their bodies, seething anger.

"I say the truth.. And unlike you, I pushed her back.."

"What do you mean?"

"You waited all this while to have Ethan break up with Miley to swoop in and be the shoulder he cries on. And eventually sleeps.."

Shaper than arrows, those words pierced through her ears. She wasn't expecting rebuttal of lies.

"WHAT THE FU*K ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?"

"I saw you kiss Ethan outside your apartment yesterday.." he was fuming, panting. But most of all, tearing. "So imagine my surprise when I came to talk to you and I see my boss taking you inside for what seems like an hour."

Hands reached his face to wipe away the tears which taunted at his waterline. He was devastated with the vision that was encountered. He was betrayed too.

"I wait for you to come out but nothing... I set all my thoughts aside knowing you are not someone who will sleep with a man just hours after he broke up with someone..Especially his fiancé.."

He stormed away, letting her breath again. "But guess what.. I was wrong.. You are that kindo of girl.. Because you ALL are that kind of girl.."

Warm tears streamed down her face at the realization that Marc saw her kiss the future Ethan yesterday. She wanted to tell him who it was but couldn't. It was Ethan's secret to confess, not hers. But she decided to clarify on the one thing that Marc was wrong about.

"Marc I did not sleep with Ethan.. He was here for a while.. We talked and then.."

'What do I say.. he disappeared and the future one appeared who, being in love with me, kissed me.. And that's about it. And it hurts to know that I can't say all this to the man who means a lot to me.'

"And then what Rachel.. Because the way I see it, if you just talk to a guy in your apartment you don't kiss him with such passion"

Rachel chocked on the air, unable to breath. Her chest and her eyes hurt more with every passing second. She realized what he saw but he doesn't know the whole truth.

"Don't turn this on me Marc" she cried out, somehow managing to speak gasping for air. "You screwed up and now you are blaming me for something you did wrong in the first place.."

The second those words landed onto his ears, Marc's fist balled. He walked with long strides, anger danced in his eyes alongwith betrayal.

"I screwed up.. I agree" he shouted. " I screwed up the first time when I should have told everyone that Miley was my girlfriend when she joined the company. I screwed up further when she broke up with me to be with Ethan but I still didn't say anything."

His head hung lower, tears fell freely as he whispered his last words.

"My last screwup was that I fell for you when I should have known that you are just like Miley who wants to be with Ethan.."

This is too much information for Rachel to process. Her hear ran images of Miley with Marc and then Ethan. All came to a standstill when her mind reached to process the last uttered words.

Mark said he fell for her.

She tried taking his hand but he pulled away. There was anger in his eyes. He showed all signs of being broken again, feeling vulnerable. Opening up one's heart does have that effect. She slowly moved towards him again, taking his hand and this time he didn't flinch. Instead he pulled her closer.

"Do you like Ethan" he whispered in a sad tone. He wasn't ready to face the answer he was looking for.

'Not the present one but yes.. the future one seemed really loving and caring.'

"It's complicated Marc" she spoke the truth. Half truth.

"Do you like me?" his face searched hers for an answer. She nodded, looking away. Her beats increased rapidly since the temper flare but now it was aligned to his pace. Calmer, slower.

His look was serious but not the one which he carried while entering the apartment. This one was serious with a laden question.

Are they going to sleep together?

He picked her up in his arms while walking to the bedroom, holding her gaze. Placing her on the bed and him atop, he slid his hands inside her shirt and inside the bra, kissing her.

She moaned into his mouth while he played with her perkiness. Another hand traced the buttons of her shirt, opening while kissing and devour each other.

The shirt fell on the floor invoking a sense of shyness. Rachel had never been naked in front of a man yet. Pulling the sheet she drew it towards her chest. Marc pulls it back, adoring her with his gaze. She turned on the bed, her back facing him.

He kissed it, removing her lingerie. She held her breath in and so did the sheets over her again. He kissed the crook of her neck and with every touch her moans inceased.

Holding her sight, he whispered. "Have you done this before?"

She was scared for this moment. Playing this time and moment some million times in her mind, she was always scared if someone asked her this question.

She nodded sideways as tears formed in my eyes again. He turned her to face him, wiping a rogue drop nudging her face up.

"Do you want to take it further?" he asked politely, whispering. He was respecting her boundaries. "Do you want to sleep with me baby?"

A whisper comes out of her. A releived whisper because he didn't make way for the door. Her mind induced scenarios were all put to rest today. Real men don't leave.

Putting her down on the bed he pulled her jeans off while unbuttoning his shirt. He took his pant off, yet holding her sight. His boxer follow and she gulped air and saliva when his erection came in view.

She had seen movies to know what comes next. But nothing prepared her for what happens in reality.

Moving closer, he pulled off her soaking silk garment off as he bent down on the bed. He went out of her eyesight as she tilted her head up to see. Then, like a thunder, she felt him.

A warm, wet sensation that made me moan and bite her hand to stop being loud as he ran his tongue onto her wetness.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh

Her eyes rolled inside her head as he slowly licked and rolled his tongue inside her wet folds. With every stroke of his tongue, pleasure needles pocked every part of her body and trails of goosebumps edging her ran down her body. She convulse in pleasure and move her hips in tandem to his mouth and tongue.

Unmmmmmm ahhhhh

Slowly, taking his time, he inserted a finger inside of her canal as she jerked up pulling him off from between her legs and onto her lips. Kissing him with all her want, she closed her eyes and felt him stroking inside of her. She moaned into his mouth and he smiled knowing what his touch was doing to her.

Removing his fingers, he picked her up slowly. He was going to be gently with her but she was also learned in the ways of men. Her hand ran over his erection, stroking it. It was big and warm. Her gaze stayed on Marc while she slowly stroked it. His eyes closed with the sensation. Biting his lips, he was drinking her sight.

Movies made her prepared for what to do next; she had no clue in reality. Yet, sliding her head down over him, she bobbed with every stroke to her tongue and hand.

Haaahhhhh

Marc's body trembled with the pleasure waves which rocked his body. Every touch of hers was setting wildfire inside. His moans were making her core set on fire.

Speeding up, her locks touched her face, as her pace increased. Marc fisted her soft locks in a bunch as she drove him to the edge. Stoked, she played onto his erect member harder and faster carefully running with her tongue over his tip. His hand guided her deeper, whispering.

"You already know how to please me"

It was a pat on her back. Quickly, he pulled out from her mouth although his body wanted otherwise. Pushing her into the bed, he came over, inserting himself inside.

She held her moan. There was pain. Biting her lips, her teeth dug in. Moving back she held onto his back gripping and slowing him.

Ahh

He slowed for her when she emitted a cry, teasing her opening. "Don't worry.. it will feel good."

He sucked onto her hardened perkiness, reenters again. Gradually the pain was replaced with pleasure. She moaned into his neck and ran her nails down his back making him moan. Slanted, he was lost at the sight playing in front of him. The woman he loved was becoming his.

Thrusting slowly, he let her adjust to his length. His eyes never left her as they moved in tandem with every movement, every thrust of his.

"Like it?" his voice was hitched, pacing between breaths.

"Love... it..."

He picked her up from the bed straddling her onto his lap, letting her take control. She grinded onto his erection, bending backwards. He held his cowgirl as she played onto him. Her warmth flowed freely onto his erect member as she thrust into him and his hands plays with my mounts, touching, sucking.

Ahhhhhhhh

Holding onto his neck she thrust harder as he held her hips to steady and pulled her in fully. The feeling of him entering her completly was getting her driven over the edge. She leaned back in pleasure.

He placed her back in bed, cradling with both his hands as his hips move faster and faster with every thrust.

Ahhhhh ahhhhh harder gooddddd

Her moans were his prayers she chanted for him. He thrust harder. She gripped his back, nails trailing its way into the skin. She wrapped her legs around his hips, making him penetrate more.

"Fucckk" he let his frustration be known, pulling out from her. She laid there wondering. He must have realized the jerk reaction required an explanation. "Condom.."

Pulling his wallet, he moved quickly tearing one and rolling it onto him.

She giggled, "You carry one in your wallet?"

"Yes baby.." he let out a whisper, reaching back. She blushed inside at that word.

Atop, he inserted himself again and starting where they left off. The ease of seconds helped them regain some of the lost energy as Marc's thrusts fastened. He rubbed over her aching spot making her knees to give up.

Both move together as waves on a beach with each thrust making them closer to the edge. She held onto Marc, tighter, being driven over the edge.

"Yess babyyyy" he breathes into her ears.

With the last of his strokes, both release. Marc falls onto her body as she held onto him, panting and run her fingers into his hair.

He looked at her and kissed her lips, a smile lit on his face.

A smile on contentment; of love and care.

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Author's notes

Hello all you beautiful people

Did you like this chapter?

So finally Marc confessed to his feeling about Rachel.. Does Rachel feel the same? What will happen now that Ethan knows about Marc?

Also why do you think future Ethan is here for?

Happy reading

Love

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