Marco X Hekapoo Novels & Stories

m. "Talk to Xena to manage the club well. Fortunately, she didn't meet me today because she's still abroad. If not, maybe I would question the effectiveness of her work so far," Marco said, making Pedro just nod. Marco indeed had some trusted people like Xena, who managed his club. Xena could be considered a friend whom Marco trusted to manage his assets. This time, his friend was abroad on leave from work, which made Marco somehow not too concerned about whatever he wanted to do.

The car took a turn and tensions rose as she spotted the club from a distance away, God she didn't want to come back to this place—she'd just gotten over being dumped like a rag after the most exhilarating sex she'd had in a while but now she was being dragged back. ‘Don't embarrass me Kathleen'. Grayson muttered as the car stopped in front of the building. She gasped for air, unsure of what he meant as she was being blindsided and to make it worse he addressed her by her first name...she hadn't heard him say that in a very long time so it felt somewhat unusual. Taking a deep breath, she came out of the car and tagged along behind him as they ventured into the VIP section of the club. There

Pressing that button that makes it go crazy, the pressure-build in my core breaks, my entire body shaking to the intensity of my release. "Huh!" I retrieve my hand and lay sprawled on the bed, left with nothing but the heat and slight tingle in my clit, my eyes fixed on the white ceiling. How much I miss the warmth of a man. I let the air escape from my lungs, releasing the stress. Okay, so if you are wondering about operation 'tu casa es mi casa', it failed woefully. Marco—with the rolled 'r'—that's his name, has decided to be a real party pooper. All my advances, all my attempts to lure him in, all of them have failed. More like they’re thrown back at my face.

The voice I would never cannot remember thunders deeply from behind and I don’t need to look to know who it is. Marco looks past those holding me and sees the one I’d like to call my hero for the moment. For the moment I say because I’m my own hero. Marco’s brow furrow in confusion as he stares at him, “Who are you, grandpa?” “Everyone’s nightmare,” he replies. This party’s officially screwed. Xoxo

"I think you tied the chest harness a little too tight, De Luca. She’s delirious." "My knots are structurally flawless, Tanaka," Marco shot back, though a wide, brilliant smile broke across his face. He leaned his head back against the base of the divan, staring up at the ceiling. "Unlike my knees, which are currently screaming in protest. Being a Dominant is terrible for my joints. I need carbohydrates. Immediately." "I can order a pizza," Leo offered, entirely serious, already reaching into his trouser pocket for his phone. "Extra cheese? We can have it delivered to the loading dock."

“We’ve met.” Marco grinned. “Iconic.” “We’re on the same team,” I said tightly. “Exactly! It’s perfect. The chemistry, the backstory, the looks—this campaign is going to break the internet.” Chemistry? There’s no chemistry. I stepped back. “You didn’t say he’d be here.” Marco tilted his head. “Why would I? He’s been signed to the brand since last season. He’s the face of the men’s line.” I stared at him.

Even though the document he was viewing was finished with the screen and the computer turned off, he still sat facing the thin black screen. Sometimes Marco has to travel the world to control all of his business octopuses, he is a pack leader with dozens of businesses in various parts of the world. This time he will go with Jazzy. He will do what Alpha Xander suggested to him. He intends to seduce Jazzy so badly that she gets drunk with his affection… and in the end… accepts it as a whole. Marco hopes ... after his return from Greece someday ... he can have Alpha and Luna status.

I found a sliver of space at the end of the polished mahogany bar and ordered a neat bourbon. The burn as it went down was the first real sensation I’d felt in hours. I was trying to numb the hollow ache when the atmosphere around me shifted. He smelled of cheap cigars before I saw him. Marco, a mid-level enforcer for the rival Scarpetta syndicate, all bulk and swagger. He slid onto the stool far too close to me, his elbow jabbing into my ribs.

“I’m sorry.” “Don’t apologize.” Marco finally looks at me. “I’m happy for you guys.” “Thank you.” My cheeks feel warm. “But seeing you two happy makes that breaking feeling stronger. I don’t know how to make it stop. I’m gonna be twenty-two next week. I still ain’t found my mate. I tried dating, but I compare them all to you. Maybe it’s my punishment for falling in love with someone who wasn’t my fated mate.” His hazel eyes look the same as they always have, but they’re full of wisdom now. “Every time I see you, I get reminded you’re pregnant. And the way you smell right now? Hell. It’s… no. I ain’t goin there.”

“Yes, I'm looking forward to it. he said humbly. Charlotte and Marco instantly became friends. He was her first friend at Harvard. All the while they fought across campus. Marco was always very friendly and approachable. Charlotte learned from her roommate, Johanna Chan, that Marco was very popular at Harvard. He was the president of the Student Council, editor-in-chief of Jornal Escolar, president of the Chess Team, and was the last winner of the Academic Decagon. He was something of a student prodigy and was sure to graduate with honors in Business Administration. Charlotte was very impressed by her friend's accomplishments. — Did you know that Marco's family owns Villa-Lobos Internacional