Subterfuge (chapter 9.5)
Malcolm and Mia and Martin. Oh my! #MalcolmMondays
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It’s been a minute since we checked on Malcolm, but we’re back!
In today’s installment of #MalcolmMondays, we pick up from where Mia makes plans to meet with Martin on the low, and Malcolm hangs out with his younger brother, Christopher. This week, Malcolm stumbles across Mia and Martin in the same hotel where Christopher is staying. DRAMA.
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SUBTERFUGE (chapter 9.5)
by Tiffany M. Davis
© 2014 by Tiffany M. Davis
Adrenaline raced through Malcolm’s body as he fantasized about ramming his fist into Martin’s lazy smile. He watched Martin stroll slowly across the lobby, hands in the pockets of his black dress slacks, the heels of his casual loafers striking the floor with a muffled rhythm. I wonder if Mia knows he’s in town, Malcolm thought. As if on cue, Mia walked into the lobby and hurried to catch up with Martin. She was wearing a form-fitting red dress and, to Malcolm’s practiced eye, there were no visible panty lines. Malcolm’s face grew hot as he looked on with disbelief, watching the two of them walk together toward the elevators.
Malcolm had not realized that he had made any movement or noise until Martin and Mia had turned around in his direction. Martin’s face registered surprise, Mia’s deep shock as her mouth dropped open. Malcolm hadn’t even noticed that his fists had balled up at his sides and he was walking toward them until he felt hands on his arms.
“Calm down, Malcolm,” Chris ordered as he restrained his brother. He had noticed the couple almost at the same time that Malcolm had, and he had rushed over to make sure that his brother didn’t go ballistic in the middle of the lobby. Malcolm struggled, his rage growing as he saw Martin step back and Mia jump behind Martin.