LOGINCHLOE:My brows crease as I pull away from Marcus’s grip.“What are you doing here?”“Do you two have no shame?” she asks, standing with her arms crossed.I let out a short chuckle. The nerve of her being in this room after not showing up to the hospital is crazy.“You say we are dead to you, so why are you here?”“I wish you two actually were, so I would not have to live through the horror of my best f…” She pauses. “Ex-best friend standing in the middle of the street tonguing my father.”“Baby…” Marcus starts, but I press a hand to his chest and turn to face him.I pull him by the collar and slam my lips against his.“How about now? You don’t need the world to report it to you.” Her face creases. “What are you gonna do about it? And just so you know, I was fucked so good against those walls.” I point at the wall, pouting.Her eyes water slightly.“Why are you doing this to me, Chloe?” Her voice cracks. “You could have anyone. The city loves you. You could fart and everyone would che
CHLOE:I get into my car, and the driver takes me back to the hotel where Marcus is lounging on the bed like there, holding a paper in his hand.“You are back?” He says in a calm tone, and I stand for a second, brow raised,wondering if I am dreaming.“Well, yes I am.” I reach down to take off my shoes and he slides off the bed. “Okay, I am giving you the reports before you do. His father was nice, talked about us not being serious as long as we aren't married and even if we were divorce could happen. Before you start talking about how you do not want me near them, it is just a deal and..”Marcus presses his lips against mine before I can finish, and my body completely melts into his. I let out the breath I didn't realize I was holding in.“I don't care what anyone says,” He grabs my butt, pressing into it. “I missed you and I know you did great, but you can talk my ears off if you want to.”My brows crease slightly.“What? Did I have a concussion or is my boyfriend still holding me af
Chloe:"I promise I will not overstay with him," I say, turning to face Marcus. "No drinks, no chats, just business, and I will be back. I just couldn't say no. It is for my mum and…"He kisses me before I can finish the sentence, soft and unhurried, like he already knows the rest of it."I know, love," he says against my lips.He pulls me close by the waist, holding me to his chest, and I let myself sink into it for a moment, breathing him in."You'll do great, even if I am not there," he murmurs into my hair. "And I will be here, waiting until you get back."Of course, I think. That is code for he will be watching me from afar.I push the thought down and kiss his cheek instead. "Okay," I say. "See you later."Downstairs, a chauffeur is already waiting by the car in front of the hotel. I slide into the back seat, smoothing my skirt, and pull out my phone.I am on my way, I text Tommy.The reply comes almost instantly. Already close to the building. My dad loves getting to places ear
CHLOE'S POV:"Really?" Marcus asks and I look at him with a smile."Yeah. I mean they are too stressful. I cannot imagine myself raising a girl as stubborn as me."He chuckles, his eyes narrowing."Well, Beatrice did and she turned out fine." He kisses my hand, intertwining our fingers.My heart thumps weirdly as I watch his face look relieved. The fear of us breaking apart again vanishes instantly.Of course it has been my dream to have a family, but being with him feels safe even if it is not the smoothest of relationships."How about adoption?" he asks and my eyes widen."No. I have never thought of that.""Mmh." He nods. "Well, I have. After having Maya we decided to give her the best, sadly my marriage split before she grew up. It ruined chances of having another child, but you know now we have each other we can work on that."My throat dries up and I force another smile, wider than the last."That would be..." I pause. "Great."He kisses my chest. "I know. A child we both get to
CHLOE’S POV:"Do you refuse other women you've been with?" I ask, my voice low as I hold his gaze, increasing my pace on his cock.A rough groan escapes his throat. "No."I watch the subtle tremor across his abdomen as I rub his tip, a traitorous smile tugging at the corner of my lips. "Then why do you refuse me?"He answers with a bruising kiss, savoring my mouth like it was a full course meal. It almost makes me give in, but then I press my palm firmly against his chest, feeling the uneven thud of his heart under my hand.When he finally breaks the kiss, breathing heavily, I look down at him. "You're afraid of losing control. Or coming off as submissive."A chuckle rumbles in his chest. "That's not it.""Then flip over," I tell him, my tone leaving no room for argument.His brows furrow, searching my face."Do it."He shuts his eyes and rolls off me, laying flat on his back on the mattress with his feet planted firmly on the floor.I get to my knees on the floor, reaching for the
MARCUS’S POV:My lips are open as I stare down at her.“I love you too,” I breathe, but she shakes her head.“Not like that,” she says, her breath coming in shallow hitches. “I know we have said it before, but this is different. You were here all through it... like you had no life, no job. You were just here, Marcus. I...”I cup her cheek, my thumb smoothing away her tears. “Hey, you don't need to thank me.”“I need to,” she insists, looking straight into my eyes. “My mother is okay, and you made all the calls. You have your flaws, but you might just be perfect for me.”I smirk against her lip and kiss her briefly again.







