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Marcus: Almost
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2026-09-04 20:28:13
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The Things We Don't Say Marcus: Almost
"One plate of steak for Marcus," Enzo called, walking over with two plates balanced delicately in his palms, so it wasn't hard to assume that he'd worked as a waiter at some point in his life. He winked at me as he slid it onto the centre of the coffee table. “How did that phone call go?”“Great,” I muttered, scooting closer to the table. “I just had to tell Nita that you are not a kidnapper and that I’m fine.”Enzo laughed. "Nita ... She looked fiercely protective of you. Anyone who tries to hurt you…anyone dumb enough to try, would have her to deal with. And I am going to guess that it will be a very insane battle."I didn't know Nita that well. We'd only just met at the team dinner, but I loved to think about her that way. She was protective. I didn't know about me, but she was protective of Jordan. It was a relief to see that he had at least one decent friend in his life.Enzo and I bit into the late dinner/breakfast, talking about everything and anything. He seemed interested in
The Things We Don't Say Marcus: Steak and Warm Milk
Enzo was incredibly sweet to me. He and his three dogs danced around my legs like they'd known me for ages. I idled by the door, watching as he sauntered further in, the muscles at his back pulsing.He stopped when he realized I wasn’t following. “I don’t bite,” he murmured, with humor in his tone. “Come in, Marcus.”The dogs danced after me as I crossed the space, falling into step beside him. We got into an open-plan kitchen, and Enzo drew out a bar stool next to the kitchen Island, patting the top. “Sit.”"Bossy," I muttered under my breath, obliging him. His lips curved into a smirk, and he regarded me from underneath his long lashes before sauntering towards the cooker. “Hot or cold?”A frown settled on my face. “What?”“Milk.”“Erm…” I scratched the side of my head. “I thought you were cooking.”"I am." Enzo moved, grabbing two mugs. "We have this very odd tradition around here. My parents sort of inculcated it in my siblings, and I guess I never let it go."I scooted to the
The Things We Don't Say Jordan: Nowhere Close
"Do you want to take me back with you to your hotel?" the woman purred into my ears, her hands teasing the collar of my shirt. I couldn't remember her name, and honestly, I didn't care. Her words floated in my head when I reached for my phone, tapping the screen. “Shit,” I muttered, getting on my feet at once, leaving her on the seat. She looked up at me with a little pout, her lipstick smeared from all the kissing. “You don’t want me?” she whispered. I didn’t, but it was beyond that. "I have to leave," I said, already moving. She said something, but I wasn't listening. My eyes scanned the dimly lit room, searching for any of the faces I came here with. Coming up empty, I took the stairs up to the VIP section, where I met Aiden and a few of his friends who were still around. “Hey.” I approached them, fixing my cuffs. “Seen Joshua anywhere?”Aiden was drunk. He raised his eyes to me, a huge grin on his face. "Wrong question," he laughed, shaking his head. "You… should be asking fo
The Things We Don't Say Marcus: Another World
I found Nita with Joshua while Enzo got the car ready. She seemed to be whispering something into his ears, and his hands… I couldn’t see them. But her cheeks were very red. Very.It all halted abruptly when her eyes fell on me. You know that moment when it feels like someone was definitely doing something a second before you walked in; that was exactly what it was. I didn't push it, though. I might be wrong. “Hey,” Nita said in a high pitch, sitting up. “What’s up? Where’s Enzo?”“Getting the car ready,” I murmured, embarrassed like I was a high school student with a curfew. Nita squealed, her hands reaching for mine. “Okay. Okay. Erm…you have fun, yeah? And I'll… Joshua, do you have a pen with you?"He looked really uncomfortable, or in pain, as he shook his head. “What do you need a pen for?” I asked Nita. "Just in case … you know… you need a ride. And I'll need you to call to confirm that you have gotten to your destination and that you are safe. It is a big city after all, an
The Things We Don't Say Marcus: The Art of Almosts
I had decided on two things in the couple of minutes I’d spent on the dance floor. One, Enzo was an incredibly sweet person. Not once had he taken his eyes off me on the dance floor. Not once had his hands slid from where they were, wrapped around my waist. He was careful, respectful, like I was a fragile ornament he was scared of breaking. But the second…I wasn't proud of it. The second was that all of me wanted to be in this. God knew how long it had been since I'd allowed myself to have this much fun. I hadn't been in any form of relationship since I started at college.And there wasn’t even the time for that.Enzo was right here, and it wasn’t hard to guess his intentions. Yet, I couldn’t stop angling my head, craning, like I was looking for something.Or someone."Do you have some sort of curfew?" He asked suddenly as the song bled into another. He had to speak above the music, had to push in closer so I would hear him. His breath teased my ears, and I resisted the urge to giggl
The Things We Don't Say Jordan: Too Close
"How's the project coming along?" One of Aiden's friends was saying. We were in the VIP booth on the second floor, directly overlooking the dance floor. His friends were just like him. Rich, popular, the right connections.Yet, no part of me wanted to be here. “Good,” I muttered, reaching for my glass of scotch. “I can’t talk about it, though, until we are done.”It wasn’t like there was anything to talk about in the first place. All we had was a team, a rough idea of what we wanted in our heads, and the false sense of a vacation. But it was the start of something. “Jordan has the best ideas,” Heather chirped in, her legs daintily crossed atop each other. “I am certain it is going to blow our minds away. He isn’t one to do things just for the sake of doing them.”“You two are cute,” someone said. “I have heard a lot about your relationship from some of my acquaintances back in the University of the Saints. And some of my boys have played against you, Jordan, in basketball tournament
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