Marco X Jean Novels & Stories

Her cock hardened in a minute and began to press into the fabric of her jeans. Fuck, she's just trying to kill me, he thought as he watched her get up to toss the empty bottle into the wastebasket. Charlotte was wearing a pair of short black jean shorts, a white T-shirt that was a little too low, and sandals, which while not too high, looked…too dangerous for a woman like her. Marco took a step toward her, but a moment before he touched her, he withdrew his hand and grabbed a glass from the nearby shelf, pretending that was what he'd wanted all along. Then he filled it with wine and drank it whole.

I squirted a vanilla scented perfume over myself before smearing a cherry lip gloss on my lips. Yes I was still ill but atleast I could look healthyand filled with life. I let down my hair gracefully when a knock on my door was heard. "Come in" I replied to whoever it was. Was it amaya? Locking his eyes with mine, Marco's tall frame entered my room. He was dressed in a blue rip jean and a grey sweater. His long hair was let to cascade down. He looked pretty handsome come to think of it. "You like what you see?"marco asked teasingly noticing I was gawking at him.

“Not too formal.” “Light and fun,” Marco exclaims, tossing his hands in the air as if he’s just received the best news of the day. “I’ve got just the thing. Follow me, darlings.” He twirls around and starts leading us deeper into the boutique, weaving between racks of dresses like a magician revealing his best tricks. As we walk, he chatters animatedly about colors and trends, and I can’t help but feel a sense of ease wash over me. Kiera seems to relax, too, her earlier hesitation melting away as she gets swept up in Marco’s infectious enthusiasm.

"You're too skinny." I was halfway through my plate when the front door opened again. A young man walked in, tall and lean with sandy hair and an easy smile. He was handsome in a clean, cut way, wearing jeans and a Iron Serpents t, shirt that showed off muscled arms. "That's Jax," Marco said, following my gaze. "New prospect. He is eager to prove himself." As if he'd heard his name, Jax looked over and caught sight of me. His smile widened as he approached our table.

Marco blinked, snapping out of his reverie. “Yes, it’s not like I have a choice,” he said, “Let’s get this over with.” Dante moved to help Marco fix his suit, straightening the jacket and ensuring everything was in place. Marco never wore ties. He always preferred the sleek, open-collar look that suited his powerful presence. Once Dante finished with the arrangements, Marco nodded in satisfaction. They both walked out of Marco’s bedroom and headed straight downstairs towards the garage. The Black Lamborghini Aventador was what awaited him at the entrance. He stepped in, Dante following behind.

“A pleasure, bella.” Yep. Trouble, he was definitely trouble and apparently, he could tell Xavier was irritated because his amusement only deepened as the evening went on. Marco somehow kept finding his way back to me all night. I couldn’t quite understand why he was doing this but… Who was I kidding?? He was obviously doing all this to get under Xavier’s skin because every time Xavier showed the slightest sign of irritation his grin seemed to deepen. Marco didn’t care about the look on Xavier’s face though. He just kept on refilling my wine, complimenting my dress at any little opportunity, and translating random Italian phrases only to laugh when I pronounced them horribly wrong.

“I shouldn’t have commented.” “Aurora will calm down in an hour,” he said confidently - like he knew her bone-deep. “I will try and make myself scarce around her, or anyone else who has a problem with me. I don’t want to stir any trouble anymore.” Marco’s uneasy look turned cool and casual. “We know exactly how to invite trouble.” He smirked. “Speaking of—” His eyes trailed up and down my height, clearly judging my oversized jumper and yoga pants. “Do you own any casual dresses?”

When I stepped into Viktor’s office that morning, ready to inform him that he had a pack of idiots running the South Warehouse—men who couldn’t tell good crack from rat poison—I found him lounging on the couch. Marco. He sat there like he owned the place, dressed in a sky-blue button-down that clung to his broad shoulders, and white slacks tailored to perfection. His dark hair was freshly cut, styled just enough to look effortless. That face—sharp angles, smoky eyes, a mouth curved in an arrogant, knowing smirk—made it painfully clear he was used to getting whatever the hell he wanted. Dangerous, handsome, and Italian to his core, he exuded the kind of confidence that made men nervous and wo

I was a bit nervous to come out of the car knowing there was a large possibility the paparazzi would recognize me. It was the unveiling event to present to the public Blue's secret latest accessories collection in collaboration with their biggest sponsor, the Van Diaz group, owned by the De Marco family. Without a doubt, Xander would be in this event unless God would finally walk in my favour, but when was the last on my side? Whenever an event is related to the De Marco name always expect to see the best out of the best in luxury. The theme for the decorations was white, so every intricate part of the design, from the polished marble floor to the ceiling designs made with plaster of Paris,

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.