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Marcus: Brawl and a Hit

ผู้เขียน: Gemma D. Nash
last update วันที่เผยแพร่: 2026-08-08 03:57:17

I'd always known Joshua had a huge build. Of course, he wasn't as huge as Jordan, but with those arms and well-defined shoulders blocking the lights in front of me, I knew nothing was going to be peaceful about tonight.

And I wasn’t sure whether it made me excited or nervous.

But the one thing that played on in my head was the fact that Jordan actually sent Joshua over to get me. I couldn’t fathom it. I didn’t know how he heard I was stranded. But I was grateful. So grateful.

And giddy.

Joshua
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  • The Things We Don't Say   Jordan: Best friends?

    "Now that was smooth." Nita met me outside the conference room, falling into step with me as I headed for my office. “What?”"The way she handed you her card, and then that wink. I have read about it in a book. Coquette 101."“I’m sure that isn’t a thing, Nita,” I retorted, pushing the door open and stepping aside to let her in, like she even needed to be in my office right at this hour. I thought I needed to give up on getting rid of her anytime soon.Nita sauntered inside, throwing herself on my seat, behind my desk. She picked up the minuscule basketball I had on my table, throwing it up and catching it repeatedly, while I moved to my little stash by the left corner of the room, grabbing a bottle of my favorite brand of scotch and two glasses.“Oh no, Mr. Arthur.” I could hear the tease in her tone. “We don’t drink on the job now, do we? What if Mr. Arthur calls me for some intel on you and smells that shit on me? How do I explain it to him?"“Just tell him you’re sleeping with me

  • 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 lo

  • The Things We Don't Say   Jordan: Kiss Me Now and Remind Me Why

    The whole building was in an orderly chaos by the time I walked in. I knew I was late. Fashionably and intentionally so. I was hoping the press conference would have started without me, so I didn’t have to say anything at all.But the minute I walked through, my father was standing there by the reception, speaking to one of the press guys. “There he is,” he beamed, patting my back like we were best of pals. “How did the meeting go? Were you able to secure the deal?”When he looked at me, every inch of his face was stern, like he was daring me to defy him in front of everyone. I knew what the tale would have been. He must have told the press men that I was going to do with the press conference with him, and when I was running late, he'd told them I was engaged in a meeting for the company. In furtherance of the great announcement we had today.There was one consistent thing about Marv Arthur. He would do anything to save his image and the one he thought he was portraying of his famil

  • The Things We Don't Say   Marcus: Not About Angels

    His fingers…they tangled in my hair, almost like he couldn’t get enough. I felt a moan scratching the base of my throat, and everything in me wanted to let go, to submerge myself in this moment that neither of us could control; that neither of us knew exactly what it was about. But maybe I should have known that it would be over soon, that this moment of clear confusion wouldn't get past the first few seconds because I felt Jordan stiffen abruptly.He pulled away like he had been caught doing something he would never have imagined doing in the next thousand years. And perhaps, that was the perfect description. “Shit,” he muttered, rolling away from me and getting on his feet. He scratched the base of his neck and let out a frustrated groan. Or was that confusion too? “Jordan, I…”“I should get going,” he said in one breath, grabbing his jacket from where he’d left it earlier. “I’m so sorry, Marcus. I didn’t… Fuck.”“Jordan…”“Sorry.”And then, he was gone, the sound of his bike rev

  • The Things We Don't Say   Marcus: Under the Stars

    It was a really long night, doing absolutely nothing but sharing a crate of beer and staring up at the starless skies, lying on our backs. The heat from his body was all I could focus on. Yet, I tried to think of other things, like how the holidays were slowly coming to an end and this bubble we'd found ourselves in was slipping past our fingers slowly. “I should get going,” Jordan whispered, yet he made no move to stand up. “I have a long day at the office tomorrow with the press conference coming up… and there’s still that search ongoing for an artist.”“An artist?”"We need someone to bring our vision of the hotel we plan on building to life. Someone who gets it. Someone in touch with their very being, rather than just wanting to get a job done for the Arthur group. I need someone with feelings."“It sounds really important to you,” I murmured. "I might not like how I got here, or what I'm doing, pretty boy, but I like giving things my all. And I want this to be a project I can l

  • The Things We Don't Say   Joshua: It’s Hard Not To Fight It

    “Okay.” Nita looked comfortable, in a way that made me feel the urge to stammer. Was that her confidence or was it something else? But I could tell that it was her first time in the Arthurs’ home. She kept looking around, her huge hazel eyes trying to take it all in at once. "Let's start from the beginning. This should be fun." I pulled the bottle closer to us. It was going to be a long night. If Jordan wasn't going to be in through the hours, Nita, here, would keep me company. And hopefully help Jordan not be so mad at me when we finally have that conversation.Although I doubted anyone would be able to keep Jordan from his anger. "I have been working for Arthur Groups for a while now, and I knew Jordan from his reputation and the fact that he is the only son of Marv Arthur. I always wondered why he wasn't working for his father as we see a lot of young heirs do, and I have to admit, I always thought him rude, proud, broody, and annoying."I placed a hand under my chin. “So what ch

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