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Jordan Sleek Bun
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2026-10-28 04:31:34
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The Things We Don't Say Marcus: Obsession in a McLaren
“What… How…” Nothing that fell out of my lips made sense. But then again, nothing playing around me made any sense either. How was Jordan in the same room as Alfred? And how did he know that I was here? Was this even about me?I blinked so hard that I felt it somewhere in my brain. “I will leave you two to it then,” Alfred muttered, already pulling away. When he got to the door, he stopped and looked back. “For what it’s worth, there was nothing I could do about it. But your office is waiting for you, and another bottle of wine, if … if Mr. Arthur permits.”“Mr Arthur?” I narrowed my eyes, glaring at Jordan. “What is this about?”The door closed behind us, and Jordan pushed closer into the room. He took a deep breath and withdrew his hands from his pockets. He was in a different outfit from earlier. Gone were the casual pants and T-shirt. In its place was a two-piece suit, with a crisp tie that brought out his eyes.It was red, with a mix of blue and black. Daring and utterly sexy.S
The Things We Don't Say Marcus: Obsession in a McLaren
“What… How…” Nothing that fell out of my lips made sense. But then again, nothing playing around me made any sense either. How was Jordan in the same room as Alfred? And how did he know that I was here? Was this even about me?I blinked so hard that I felt it somewhere in my brain. “I will leave you two to it then,” Alfred muttered, already pulling away. When he got to the door, he stopped and looked back. “For what it’s worth, there was nothing I could do about it. But your office is waiting for you, and another bottle of wine, if … if Mr. Arthur permits.”“Mr Arthur?” I narrowed my eyes, glaring at Jordan. “What is this about?”The door closed behind us, and Jordan pushed closer into the room. He took a deep breath and withdrew his hands from his pockets. He was in a different outfit from earlier. Gone were the casual pants and T-shirt. In its place was a two-piece suit, with a crisp tie that brought out his eyes.It was red, with a mix of blue and black. Daring and utterly sexy.S
The Things We Don't Say Jordan Sleek Bun
“No,” I muttered, shaking my head. “I don’t know where the rumours are from, but they are not true.”“Can you elaborate on that, sir?” The reporter asked, her eyes keen and her hands toying with the paper in front of her. Her gaze hadn’t left me since I realized she had a question directed my way, and it was beyond the regular waiting for an answer.Because she batted them often, and sometimes her bottom lip got caught between her teeth – obvious tells about what this is."I am finishing med school because it is something I actually love, and playing basketball with my mates back at the University of the Saints. This project is just something I am doing as a majority shareholder of the Arthur Group, and I think it is going to be great. But it doesn't affect my pursuit of a medical degree."I was expecting a follow-up question, but the reporter just stayed nodding incessantly and smiling up at me. I attempted a chuckle, pushing my hair out of the way. The silence was getting oddly long
The Things We Don't Say Marcus: The Concept of Independence
“Can I call you back?” Alfred told the person on the other end of the call, sliding the phone into his pocket. He cleared his throat noisily. “I can assure you, Marcus, that it was nothing personal. We looked into it and decided to interview other people to ensure we were making the right decision. I already explained that much to you over the call.”"You did." I had no idea where the guts were coming from, and I had a feeling that I was going to regret it. But for now, I liked it. "But it makes no sense. Why then was I offered a job when you were not done with the interview process?""That was a mistake from our HR," he explained. "The recruitment team communicated to him that you were a very promising candidate, and he must have mistaken that for a go-ahead to give you a role here. We are really sorry about what that must have cost you."I shook my head insistently. That didn’t do it. First, it sounded like a lie. I couldn’t be so sure, but it didn’t add up. “You saw me yesterday w
The Things We Don't Say Marcus
Leather. I would always think of him each time I caught that scent. It happened more times than I could count. The first time I got into James’ car. Alfred’s jacket at the gallery. My short stroll to the market to get some supplies when I got back to Los Angeles. It was embarrassing, utterly raw and aching. I didn’t know if I was proud of myself in those moments, but it all came to play now. I didn’t move. I couldn’t. Not when my heart was beating so loud that I was certain he could hear it. It was almost painful – the way it thudded hard against my chest, threatening to tear through me. And when his voice pierced through the darkness and the silence, I almost forgot how to breathe. “Marcus,” he said, my name falling off his lips like it was air, the wind, rain, the only thing I wanted to hear for as long as I loved. My hands jerked underneath the sheets, but I did nothing more. My eyes were still trained on him. He could see that. Jordan’s throat bobbed when he swallowed. His
The Things We Don't Say Marcus: Inside of Me
He stared, unabashedly, his eyes moving from my hair to my toes. The water ran down his feet and into the drainage, the only sound in the room. Neither of us moved. Honestly, I didn’t know I wanted to be in here. And it had nothing to do with the fact that I didn’t want Jordan. Far from it. He had never seen me out of my clothes before. Completely out of my clothes. And I didn’t know if it would affect the way he saw me. I had a small build. So small that people made fun of it. My tiny waist didn't help, not to mention the fact that I had an ugly tattoo on my chest. It was a whim thing. I was drunk that day, all thanks to Anna, who thought it was a good way to celebrate being top of my class.And I’d made the decision in that state. This time around, I blame James. He knew I was drunk because he was the only sober one in our circle. Yet, he obliged me and took me to the tattoo parlor. I found out about all this the next time I regained consciousness, and that was hours ago, when I
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