All Chapters of Too Late For Us, Mr Ashford : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Elena. Striding out of the house was he not one of the best things that I imagined for myself. In fact I have been thinking about what next I wanted to do to make sure that I did not get into trouble with any of the law enforcement agencies but none of them was working as fast as I would have wanted. If anybody was trying to get to me then they needed to work even harder because right now or I could think of what's how I was going to tweak things around and make sure that my party won. Marcus and I sat in the office without talking to each other as I kept typing on my laptop reaching out to people and making sure that the agenda was well communicated but I still believed that somebody was trying to do something to sabotage again. What the person didn't bargain four was a fact that I will be able to figure out who was behind this and then I was going to put an end to it. "Did you know that Thompson had actually tried to reach out to me and advise that I stepped down so there's

Marcus. I hated the stiff environment in the house even after Ethan had settled into one of the rooms. I wasn't stupid not to suspect that in French showing us out of the blues could also be a political strategy but I wanted to pretend otherwise. Sometimes acting as if you understood a lot of things what's going to put you at a huge disadvantage. Rather than that you just had to keep acting oblivious. "Macy!" I called my housekeeper. She would have to be my eyes when I was not around. "I need you to watch Mr Ethan." I said without mincing words as soon as she appeared in my line of vision. I knew that she had a crush on him so it would be easier for her to get information. "I think he likes you but he's shy because he doesn't know how I'm going to feel about that." I spun a tale. I didn't become a politician by saying everything that came to mind without thinking about the consequences but in the same vein, I have been thinking about the best way to drop the ball. Macy's

Elena's POV. I sat in front of the people who I knew hated me but they had no choice. At this point, they knew that I was not the one for the job and now they wanted to pretend like it was a good thing. I was expecting them to go all of and begin the crazy things that they were known for but they had a sort of decency not to push. "Why are you picking your food?" My ex mother-in-law stated. I will be completely full to think that she only liked me. She probably just wanted to poke me with her words and I was looking for the perfect opportunity and this served her purpose. In fact she was looking for the best way to humiliate me but I needed to check mate before things went out of hand and fashion. "I don't enjoy eating too much especially when I'm not happy with the conditions I find myself in." I said truthfully. It wasn't because anyone was going to force me into bending to their own will but I had to respect the connection that I had with her son. That didn't sit well

Marcus. I headed towards Sarah's office the next morning without Elena on my trail. Sarah had asked to see me personally and I wanted to honor that invitation because I didn't think that she was just making things up. "Please have your seat. Sorry to bother you on short notice." She said politely. Sarah wasn't looking her best and I honestly hoped that nothing was wrong with Elena and she was just trying to hide the entire thing from me. "Elena and I had a discussion about you and I think it's only right if I let you know. It's not because I want to throw my friend under the bus but my conscience can no longer stomach it especially after I've seen everything that you've done " So this wasn't about the therapy session, instead it was about a private moment that she shared with her friend and she was willing to reveal it to me "I don't think I'm happy with the fact that you were just going to tell me what your friend told you in confidence but let's hear it." I said. I had

Elena. I kicked my feet in the air, whilst inspecting the song of the document instead of sleeping. I couldn't erase the euphoria in my heart as I kept thinking about the earlier kiss. I gazed at Marcus who had been sleeping soundly for the past few hours and I didn't even have the heart to ask him to move. He must have sensed me kicking my feet because he drew me even closer to his body whilst I held myself back from gasping. "Don't move." His groggy voice warned. "Well not until you stop squishing me." We have kissed a number of times but none of them was compared to what I felt at the moment. I believed that it was the same on his end because he never allowed me to leave. It was almost as if we had reached a point where it had become definite and if we didn't find a solution we would have too much to lose. "I don't want this to end." Me too, I wasn't bold enough to whisper my thoughts but I had it replayed in my mind. I was thinking about the most tantalizing e