Semua Bab Mister Grumpy Hockey Star Is My Secret Boyfriend : Bab 91 - Bab 100

92. MARLON My jaw falls on the ground when I see the jeep that is more coloured rust than the original yellow colour. Larissa and Luther have been leaning on the car, but they push away as soon as they see William and I walking towards them. "What the fuck..." I murmur. "Marlon! How do you like her?" Larissa runs her hand over the hood of the car. "The cost is ten beers to get my uncle to give it to us!" "She's called Stella," Luther adds with a sly smile. "What do you think of her?" "I think she is pretty bad!" I run my hand over my neck. "I mean, look at her. How sure are we that she is not going to break down on us?" Larissa gasps, as if I have insulted both her and her uncle's jeep. "How dare you, Marlon Gustave? Stella has never broken down a day in her life!" "We checked her, she is finer than she looks," Luther says. "As long as she has a full tank and water, she is going to be fine." William is the mechanic when it comes to the two of us, so he lifts the hood and m

94. MARLON Outside the Canton festival, the place is brightly lit with bulbs of vibrant colours. Families are holding hands together, laughing heartily as they run into what seems to be wonderland. Luther and I haven't left our jeep just yet. For some reason, we are still studying our environment. "Has your mother ever taken you to a fall festival before?" I ask Luther. "No. Why?" "Nothing," I run my finger over the bridge of my nose. "Come on, let's go." I open the door, waiting for him to step out before going to his side and we walk through the opened gates. "Wow," Luther's eyebrows push all the way to the skies. He is mesmerized, and so am I. Children are running around, people are dancing around in circles, and the air is filled with the tantalizing aroma of different kinds of food. As if that's not enough, there is a live band performing right in the middle, and that's where most of the crowds have been attracted to. And the craziest part is that this is a very small

96. LUTHER A knot forms in my throat the closer I see Marlon gets to those guys. They are roughly the same height and body weight as him, but there are three of them. They start to speak to him, and I immediately hold my breath, because I am close enough to hear every single word. "Your father ruined my life and family!" One tells Marlon with a voice loud with emotions. My heart stops for a second. There is no way this is going to end without some form of blood being dropped. Even with all the fear in my heart, Marlon somehow manages to look calm. His hands are in his pockets. "I don't know what that has to do with me. You have a bone to pick, report him to the nearest police station." The lad laughs as he turns away, aggressively running his hand over his face. "You see? I told you that he wouldn't give a fuck! He is just like his father!" "Don't be stupid, Marlon, get away from there," I murmur under my breath. I gasp and turn away sharply when the first punch gets throw

98. JANAE "Mister Gustave? I'm sorry to ask, what are you doing here?" It's so awkward for both of us, I can tell. He opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. I would have never imagined that a day would come that I will see my boss like this? Thunder claps outside, causing nothing for us to slightly jump. "May I come in?" He finally asks. "Yes, please." I widen the door, my mind darting here and there because I'm not sure if I am qualified enough to host a billionaire in my small apartment. I shut the door quickly, because even though he is practically wearing a camouflage, I don't want someone to see him outside. "You are wet, sir," I point out with a frown. How did he even get here? There is no car outside. "I took a taxi under a fake name, but it's not important." "Let me get you coffee to warm you up, sir," I dash to the kitchen, but in truth, I'm just running away from him and the conversation we are both not ready for. My fingers work like robot parts, and in

100. MARLON On Monday morning, I bump into my father in the kitchen. His coffee splashes everywhere on my white shirt, and this makes me groan in frustration. "Watch where you're going, Marlon," he sets the rest of the coffee down and examines the shirt, before sucking air through his teeth, because the shirt is ruined. "There is no saving it. It's ruined. Change it." "Maybe I can wash out the stain," I walk over to the sink, squirting some dish soap on my hands. "Marlon, what are you doing? You are only going to make it worse. You have a thousand other shirts, and you will be late for school..." "If I just dump this shirt, then that means whoever laundered it did so for nothing," I insist, and I hear my father give the biggest scoff. "What's this about? Did you get an epiphany and now you are so sympathetic? So what if the shirt is laundered again? Everyone who works here gets paid for it, I assure you." Leave it to my father and I to fight over something so random on a Monday