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Marcus: I Can’t Do This Anymore
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2026-10-12 13:02:04
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The Things We Don't Say Jordan: Not Giving Up, Just Watching You Play
“Why are you here, dude?” Marcel groaned as I strolled in through the doors. “You know what? I feel like you only remember I have the best scotch in the city when you are going through some emotional shit.”I rolled my eyes. “Shut up, Marcel.”“No, think about it. The last time you were here, it was June’s funeral. And all that drama from you sleeping with Heather’s sister. I never asked you. How were you able to bag her? I have been seeing this girl and…”I slid onto one of the bar stools. “Again, shut up, Marcel.”He was relentless, sliding a glass of scotch my way and sitting on the stool at the other end. “Welcome to your second therapy session this year, Jordan Arthur. I can’t say it’s nice to have you, but as long as you keep the cheques coming, I guess we could talk.”“You’re dramatic.”“You think. Come on. Hit me.”I raised a brow. “With what? A stone?”“I’m serious, Jordan,” he groaned. “You only come here when you need to talk about something. So, let’s talk.”"What if I jus
The Things We Don't Say Jordan: Not Giving Up, Just Watching You Play
“Why are you here, dude?” Marcel groaned as I strolled in through the doors. “You know what? I feel like you only remember I have the best scotch in the city when you are going through some emotional shit.”I rolled my eyes. “Shut up, Marcel.”“No, think about it. The last time you were here, it was June’s funeral. And all that drama from you sleeping with Heather’s sister. I never asked you. How were you able to bag her? I have been seeing this girl and…”I slid onto one of the bar stools. “Again, shut up, Marcel.”He was relentless, sliding a glass of scotch my way and sitting on the stool at the other end. “Welcome to your second therapy session this year, Jordan Arthur. I can’t say it’s nice to have you, but as long as you keep the cheques coming, I guess we could talk.”“You’re dramatic.”“You think. Come on. Hit me.”I raised a brow. “With what? A stone?”“I’m serious, Jordan,” he groaned. “You only come here when you need to talk about something. So, let’s talk.”"What if I jus
The Things We Don't Say Marcus: I Can’t Do This Anymore
I couldn’t have heard wrong, could I? Ocotillo Canyon. Or maybe it was my head playing tricks with me. There could be a million and one Ocotillo Canyons located just outside Phoenix, right?Jordan narrowed his gaze. “Ocotillo Canyon. What about it?”I locked eyes with my mother, and immediately, I knew it. And right then, it all made sense: the reason she was so worked up when I travelled to Spain, and how she'd insisted on dropping me right at Arthur's mansion.And then, earlier today. It was the reason she offered to take me to Paradise Valley for the meeting. She didn’t want to leave me with the same people who’d caused her heartache.But it made no sense. Jordan was here, and I didn't see her freaking out. “No,” I muttered, more to myself as I got on my feet, the chair scraping noisily on the floor. Enzo looked up at me in confusion. “Marcus, you are scaring me,” he whispered. But he wasn't the one I paid attention to right then. I barely even heard him as I shot an accusatory
The Things We Don't Say Marcus: I Can’t Do This Anymore
I couldn’t have heard wrong, could I? Ocotillo Canyon. Or maybe it was my head playing tricks with me. There could be a million and one Ocotillo Canyons located just outside Phoenix, right?Jordan narrowed his gaze. “Ocotillo Canyon. What about it?”I locked eyes with my mother, and immediately, I knew it. And right then, it all made sense: the reason she was so worked up when I travelled to Spain, and how she'd insisted on dropping me right at Arthur's mansion.And then, earlier today. It was the reason she offered to take me to Paradise Valley for the meeting. She didn’t want to leave me with the same people who’d caused her heartache.But it made no sense. Jordan was here, and I didn't see her freaking out. “No,” I muttered, more to myself as I got on my feet, the chair scraping noisily on the floor. Enzo looked up at me in confusion. “Marcus, you are scaring me,” he whispered. But he wasn't the one I paid attention to right then. I barely even heard him as I shot an accusatory
The Things We Don't Say Jordan: Not Giving Up, Just Watching You Play
“Why are you here, dude?” Marcel groaned as I strolled in through the doors. “You know what? I feel like you only remember I have the best scotch in the city when you are going through some emotional shit.”I rolled my eyes. “Shut up, Marcel.”“No, think about it. The last time you were here, it was June’s funeral. And all that drama from you sleeping with Heather’s sister. I never asked you. How were you able to bag her? I have been seeing this girl and…”I slid onto one of the bar stools. “Again, shut up, Marcel.”He was relentless, sliding a glass of scotch my way and sitting on the stool at the other end. “Welcome to your second therapy session this year, Jordan Arthur. I can’t say it’s nice to have you, but as long as you keep the cheques coming, I guess we could talk.”“You’re dramatic.”“You think. Come on. Hit me.”I raised a brow. “With what? A stone?”“I’m serious, Jordan,” he groaned. “You only come here when you need to talk about something. So, let’s talk.”"What if I just
The Things We Don't Say Marcus: The Obvious
Jordan had to leave. He had an urgent call from back home that he had to deal with. I could see the divide in his eyes. He didn’t want to leave, but I doubted the phone call left him much choice. Or maybe that was just me trying to make excuses for him.I was still outside, seated on the pavement, when Enzo stopped in front of me, his dark boots right in my line of vision. I looked up to meet his gaze. “I’m sorry about that,” he muttered. “If I had known that this … I wouldn’t have asked where the land was. I hate that I was the one who did this.”"It has nothing to do with you." It was surprising that I could still find my voice after all that crying. "My mom kept it away from me, and Marv Arthur was the one who took the land from my parents and every other person who depended on it for livelihood."“Still, I should have just kept my mouth shut.”“You had no idea, Enzo.” I got on my feet, dusting the debris off my pants. That was when I noticed that he had his phone with him and the
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