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Marcus: Why Does the Sweet Taste Too Sweet?
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2026-09-09 03:03:56
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The Things We Don't Say Marcus: Why Does the Sweet Taste Too Sweet?
“Marcus…”I moved slowly away from the glass tank, keeping my eyes on him. "You lied, Enzo. And yes, you had no reason to tell me the truth since, well…"“No, that’s not it.” He shook his head. “If I had told you, you wouldn’t have wanted to get to know me. And you would think of all the possible ways we would have been a conflict of interest.”“There is no we.” I was quick to point that out, and maybe I was overthinking things at this point, but I could have sworn I saw him wince. "I know that too," Enzo sighed. "I'm sorry, okay? You are right. I should have told you from the outset that I was the one you guys were coming to see today for the meeting. I should not have accosted you like that. You didn't deserve it."I took a deep breath. “Okay. You are going to have to make up for it though, because I don’t forgive easily.”“I think you do, actually,” he mused, the light returning to his eyes. “But I don’t mind it. I actually do have something planned.”My smile was easy. “Really?”
The Things We Don't Say Jordan: The Hell Away From Me
I leaned against the wall at the back of the hotel, my eyes closed, curls of smoke billowing from the stick in my hand. It was a bad habit, one my father would groan over if he realized it. But I deserved this. I needed this.But even the peace was determined to stay away from me because I smelt her perfume in the air. I cracked my eyes open, catching her standing in front of me, her arms folded across her frame. "Can we talk?"I flicked my tongue over my lower lip and sighed. I really wasn’t in the mood right now, and as always, this wasn’t about my girlfriend, or fake girlfriend. It was about me, and what I wanted. What this meant. “What is it?”“Did you even notice I was gone?” She started, just like always, making it about everyone else other than herself. And I was going to be honest with her. So, I shook my head. “No.”Her lips fell apart, and she looked mad. I mean, it would have been funny if I was in the mood to laugh at a joke. But right now, the only thing stopping me fro
The Things We Don't Say Marcus: The Similitude of Betrayal
He was here, as in right here, in the room with me. With Heather's sudden arrival, the room had gotten a little bit tense. I could feel it in the air, the strain. No one was talking. The table was set, but no one had moved. And Jordan was glaring daggers at Enzo.“Breakfast looks good,” I chirped suddenly, surprised at myself. But someone needed to do something about the strange silence. So, I grabbed a piece of toast. “And tastes really nice.”“Yeah,” Nita added, doing the same thing. She closed her eyes and threw her head back. “Hmmm. The chefs need to be given a raise, because if this is how great the meals are going to taste tomorrow, you all might have a hard time forcing me to go back to Phoenix.”But no one else said a word. Not Jordan, Enzo, or Joshua. "Guys," Nita sighed after another few minutes of silence. "I don't know why there is this awkward silence in the air, but we definitely didn't travel all this way to have breakfast and glare daggers at each other. Enzo, Jordan
The Things We Don't Say Jordan: Hotel Surprise
"Mr. Arthur," my father's friend beamed as we sauntered in through the doors. We were meeting in the hotel's diner, and I had to admit that it was a work of art. The people who lived down here had always had an eye for the exotic arts. I guessed it was the reason my father sent me down here. "It is so nice to see you," he said, patting my back as I stopped in front of him. "Oh my God! The last time I saw you, you were just a little kid. Look at you now, taking after your father."It was on the tip of my tongue to point out that in no way was I taking after my father, but I let it go, standing to the side to introduce everyone else.“These are the members of the team working under the Arthur Group,” I murmured, not bothering with a smile. “Nita, my assistant, Marcus, our artist, and … you know Joshua.”“Of course,” Mr. Friedrich said. “Joshua Arthur. Now this is a face I see more often than not. Weren’t you here for that beach party a couple of months ago? The one where you had an alt
The Things We Don't Say Marcus: Not The Way It Went
He didn’t look crossed when he sent me home, but he didn’t come with me either. I should have kissed him. I knew I should have. He probably didn’t want to show how mad he was, but I could feel it. I knew it.His driver pulled up in front of the hotel and glanced at me. “This is you, Sir.”My lips moved. I almost asked if he knew if Enzo was mad. But of course, he wouldn't. I would only be dragging the poor man into my mess. So, I got out of the car, muttered a thank you, and dragged my exhausted body through the lobby and up the stairs.My body hit the bed immediately. I set an alarm. Or rather, I was certain that I had. But the next time I opened my eyes, it was to a loud banging on my door. My head jerked up, and for the first few seconds, I found it hard to remember where I was. The sound came again, and I sighed in frustration, getting out of bed. My bare foot padded on the floor as I crossed the space to the door, pulling it open. I didn’t know what I expected, but it definite
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
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