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Marcus: Why Protect Me?
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2026-08-12 01:30:23
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My days at Paradise Valley were coming to an end, and truth be told, I was nowhere near achieving the aim of my coming here in the first place. It was for Jane. Yeah. Her death was heart-wrenching, and it was a no-brainer coming all the way down here.But beyond that, I thought it was going to be a great opportunity to make up with my cousin, Jordan. I shouldn’t have had anything to do with Heather. I knew that now. But years ago, I was a fucked up teenager with parents going through a nasty divorce.Heather was right there, throwing herself at me, and telling me how I was the most handsome of Arthurs. Of course, I didn't tell Jordan that. I couldn't. But in that moment, I felt wanted. Special. My parents weren't thinking of how their divorce was going to affect me, but at least Heather was. And I didn’t hate myself for it afterwards. Even gloated about it. And fuck, I knew Jordan really liked her. I knew. I just hated that he liked something I thought I wanted for myself. I was such
The Things We Don't Say Marcus: Friends?
He was sitting on the floor by the lake when I found him. Honestly, I wasn’t so sure that he would be there by the time I made the crazy-ass decision to look for him. He’d already told me to avoid JAR. That would have been the first place I would have looked.My footsteps must have given me away, because suddenly, he turned around, the surprise in his eyes evident when they fell on me. I must have been the last person he expected to see because a small frown worked its way to his forehead.And I was apologizing before I could stop myself. "I'm sorry," I blurted. "I shouldn't have come. I'm bothering you, and you didn't…"He was on his feet in another second, crossing the space until he was in front of me. “Hey, Marcus. It’s not that, okay? I just didn’t … I didn’t expect to see you. That’s all.”I nodded slowly. It looked like it was more than that, but I couldn’t push him to divulge more. After all, I was here to apologize. And as if I’d suddenly just remembered that, I waved the cr
The Things We Don't Say Jordan: Don’t Say The Word
Nita was at the entrance of the closet in another second, leaning against the doorframe. She’d loosened the bow of her blouse, and now, it hung loosely on her chest. Her skirt was ridden up, but she didn’t exactly seem intent on sorting that out.“Done using the bathroom?” I muttered, looking away."Yeah," she whispered. "It is a lovely bathroom. I almost contemplated staying there forever. But that would mean your housekeepers would have to clean it with me in there, and I don't know how to feel about that."I chuckled, pulling out my belt. “I can get someone to take you home.”“I want you to take me home.”I looked at her. “Nita…”"They weren't lying," she whispered, her fingers punching at the wood of the doorframe. "You have such a great body; you would put the Greek gods to shame.""The Greek gods didn't have to slave away in the gym." I tried to lighten up the situation, ruffling my hair with my fingertips. I turned back to look at her. She hadn't moved an inch. "I'm going to ha
The Things We Don't Say Jordan It’s Not About Him
I was drinking a lot. That I knew, but it wasn't strange. Back in LA, the guys and I would be out all night, partying. And when we got home, we'd crash and not get up until late the following day. It was a miracle I still had a perfect attendance report and best grades in class.But just like the rest of my life had in recent times, tonight felt strange. I just didn’t know if it was good strange or bad strange.Music blasted through the stereo and reverberated around the walls as bodies moved along to the beat. Nita was dancing with some man at the centre of the floor while I sat by the bar, consuming what had to be my fifth glass of scotch for the night.I narrowed my eyes when I saw her stop dancing abruptly, making a beeline towards me. She flashed a grin my way and dumped her arms around my neck the minute she got closer.“You are making tonight boring,” she drawled as I tried so hard not to flinch on impact. “Come on. Only old guys sit by the bar staring at their phones and waiti
The Things We Don't Say Marcus: Why Protect Me?
I was sprawled on my bed in the room, staring up at the ceiling and wondering when the day got out of my own control. I would admit that I felt a little bit bad after that apology from Jordan. And then he went right ahead to screw it all up by asking me to stay away from JAR.Was that his way of telling me that I was doing a tad too much? Because if that was it, I would stay away from him. I was fine long enough with just James and Anna in my life. And honestly, it was so simple.But now, I didn’t even know what I was doing anymore.The shrill of my phone next to me interrupted my train of thought.“Hey, girl,” I sighed, picking up the call and throwing myself back in bed. “Landed already?”“Landed ages ago,” she answered. It was silent on the other side. “Though, I am judging by how you sound that my getting back to school was not top three on your list of priorities today. What happened?”“Nothing,” I murmured. “I should have checked in on you. You didn’t even say goodbye after you
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“Nita, what are you…”“Hear me out,” she started, sliding onto the stool next to me. She turned to Marcel. “I would be having whatever he is having.”He grinned so wide that immediately, I knew what was going on in his head. “Okay, Nita. It is so nice to meet you. I am Marcel, his favorite bartender in the city.”"That's nice. I know Jordan has really nice tastes, so maybe when the hotel opens up, you would serve drinks for that night."“You are not supposed to say anything about it,” I muttered at the same time as Marcel asked, “You are opening a hotel?”“Oh,” Nita pursed her lips. “My bad. I thought he already knew. Aren’t you both friends?”I rolled my eyes. That word got tossed around loosely these days. Or maybe I was the problem, not knowing who my friends were and those ones that weren’t.“Look, Marcel, my father is opening a hotel, not me. He just got me in charge of the project.”"That's you, dude," Marcel laughed, mixing Nita's drink. "We both know that man has been trying t
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