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Marcus: Under the Stars

Author: Gemma D. Nash
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-08-15 02:38:55

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 c
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  • The Things We Don't Say   Jordan: Lie To Me

    Nita was on her feet in the twinkling of an eye, so fast that if the situation had been any different, I might have actually burst out laughing. Or maybe I did, just a tiny bit. Maybe the sides of my lips quivered, and maybe she caught it, throwing me a sharp glare. My mother slowed down at the door, still open behind her, looking from Nita to me. "What is going on here?"Nita made to reply, her lips already moving, but I beat her to it, downing the rest of my scotch. “Meeting,” I said in a clipped tone. “With glasses of liquor in the middle of the day?”"My meeting, my rules," I muttered, angling my head at Nita and her unfinished glass. When she shot me another glare, I scoffed and downed hers as well. For someone who acted like she was thick-skinned and like nothing could scare her, Grace Arthur sure made that part of her disappear. “What do you want, mother?”My mother stepped further into the office, nudging at the door. “Leave.”Nita didn’t think twice about it. “Yes, Ma’am,”

  • 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

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