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Marcus: I can Tell Myself the Truth

Penulis: Gemma D. Nash
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-07-06 05:55:22

"You know…your friends are lucky to have you." It was the second time he had told me that. I hated the sudden jerking effect it had in my chest. He was still standing away, but I couldn't hear the tears in his voice.

“Yeah,” I chuckled. “Tell that to them.”

“I’m sure they know it.” He came back to me. His eyes were a little puffy, but other than that, no trace of the tears he’d just shed. I was angry. Angry at the kind of family he grew up in. Angry that crying wasn’t permitted.

“I should pro
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    “Are you…”"I think I know where it is too." Enzo was already getting on his feet. "I was there when he opened it. He looked so excited to be doing something for himself, and I really did think it was great. I still think that."“It’s just that… are you sure you want to play golf right now?”“Of course,” Enzo laughed. “I love that sport. And I can compete with you at something I actually enjoy doing.”I got on my feet too. “I don’t know how to play golf.”“I can teach you.”He waved someone over. When did he make a friend? They moved to a corner to speak while I just stood there, watching their lips move and wondering what that was about. In another minute, Enzo returned.“Did you know him before?”He shook his head. “I was just speaking to him about the possibility of purchasing some shares here. And of course, for him to take care of the picnic items without us needing to return them ourselves.”“Enzo, it would only have taken a minute. And besides, you don’t have to invest in someth

  • The Things We Don't Say   Marcus: Light

    "Are you sure there's nothing I can do about it?" Enzo asked for the thousandth time since he surprised me in the lobby of Arthur Group. He'd told me he wouldn't be flying in until much later. Imagine my surprise when I saw him through my eyes full of tears. I shook my head, just grateful that he was here with me. “I can handle it.”"Are you sure, though?" He pushed, leading me out to his sports car, parked imposingly in front of the building, even though there was a literal underground parking lot. I was certain he had bullied every single person that had tried to get him to drive into the parking lot.The mere image was enough to make me smile a little. “Marv has always been a bully,” Enzo continued, stopping by the passenger door of his car. “I know he is my father’s friend and all, but that doesn’t take away the fact that I stay away from him for good cause. He can be a little too much.”“Trust me, I know.”“So, let me do something.” Enzo didn’t look like he wanted to let this go

  • The Things We Don't Say   Jordan Here

    I hated this. Fuck, I hated it so bad. I wanted to do something. I wished I could. But I was right. I didn’t deserve Marcus. He needed someone who would stand up for me no matter the situation, not someone like me, who was fucking scared of what his father would do. “Is this what you have planned for the project? The great thing you want to do to bring the whole of the United States to their knees? Because if this is it, the only community that would feel it is Phoenix, and even then, it wouldn’t be anything worth celebrating.”My father got on his feet then, the sneer on his face. “Fix this. And get someone more competent. Does he have a degree in whatever crap you asked him to do? Or has my company become a charity organization for you to throw out crumbs to whoever you feel like?”My eyes found Marcus, and I felt like shit immediately. There were tears gathering in his eyes, and his bottom lip was shaking. My hands folded into fists by my side, and without thinking about it, I got

  • The Things We Don't Say   Marcus: The Blueprint

    “You got to be kidding me,” I muttered under my breath as Nita led me towards the elevator on the first floor. It was all I found myself able to say, not considering the fact that half of me had to have frozen at that moment. "No one expected him to sit in the meeting today," Nita was saying, maybe even more fidgety than me. She hit a button on the wall as soon as we got in and leaned against the wall, blowing out a stream of breath. “This is going to be a disaster,” she sighed, then started pacing. “How are your presentations?”“I was going to give myself the pep talk that there is no need to be frightened. But seeing how worked up you are right now, I should definitely start panicking.”"No." Nita shook her head emphatically. "It's no big deal. I mean, he's probably going to nitpick every single team you say, and maybe kill me or Jordan if we try to save you, but… It's going to go well.""That's… refreshing to hear."She rolled her eyes just as the door dinged open. “I’m sure you’v

  • The Things We Don't Say   Marcus: Rock The Boat

    I stared at my reflection in the mirror for what had to be the tenth time today. It was my first and possibly my only meeting with the hospitality team at the Arthur Group. And it was also my last night here in Phoenix before I returned to school.I didn't know how much I missed Los Angeles until right now, with the awareness that in less than forty-eight hours, I would be back at the University of the Saints, back in the rows of paintings, my face buried in a canvas.I missed breathing in the smell of fresh paint, with the smell of the grass easing in. A knock brought me out of my reverie. My mother appeared by the door, leaning into it, just like the last time I had to go to Spain. A lot of things had happened in the last week, and she was trying so hard to make me see that she was doing okay.And for both our sakes, I really hoped that she was. "You look good," she said, easing into the bedroom. Her hands splayed on my shoulders; she turned me around slowly, pressing the already

  • The Things We Don't Say   Jordan: The Other Picture

    It was lame, and every part of me knew it. I was parked outside his house like a fucking loser, hanging on my bike and staring at their living room window. The curtains were parted so I had a clear view of the inside.They were all gathered around the couch, talking about something animatedly. Even Gary, who was never in the mood, was a part of the mix, his usual grouch temporarily waning. But what was I thinking?What did I expect would happen?There was no way I could just waltz in there, not especially after what I’d said earlier today. Swallowing, I reached for my phone and sent a quick text to the only other person I knew I really wanted to talk to tonight.The one person, selfish as I may sound, who would drop everything for me.It was strange, wasn’t it? I had come so far, from having no connection with my friends at all, to wanting to talk to someone at odd times of the night.After leaving her a message, I drove down to JAR and ordered a glass of liquor. It was a long journey

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