Novel & Cerita Marco X Jean

Jean and Jasmine continued to stroll and chat. At this moment, Marco made a hole-in-one. Tyler and the others applauded and cheered for him. At the same time, a sudden applause sounded, and another voice spoke up. "Nice shot." Jean's expression changed slightly upon hearing that voice. She turned her gaze toward the source and saw Toby make his way toward Marco. Marco did not look at all surprised when he saw Toby. He merely let out a small smile. Austin and Owen exchanged glances, looking a little confused. They hadn't expected Toby to drop by at all.

"Our mission, should we choose to accept it, is to find Aria an outfit that is both alluring and approachable, sexy but not slutty, and confident without being arrogant. We have a budget of two hundred dollars and three hours. Let's move, move, move!" Our first stop was a department store, a maze of racks and displays that was immediately overwhelming. Marco, ever the critic, held up a hideous sequined top. "Ooh, this is perfect! It says, 'I'm here to party, but also, I may have blinded myself with my own shirt.'" "Put that down, Marco," Roxy said, snatching it out of his hands. "We're looking for something with more… subtlety." "Subtlety is for people who don't have a quarterback boyfriend,

Fuck. She glanced at me and then at Marco. He smiled as he looked between the two of us. "You and him. Wow! This is great. This calls for a celebration! Waiter, get some champagne!" Marco yelled as he raised an empty glass up. I stared at him. He was obnoxious and loud mouthed. His clothing choice was also far from being admired. He wore a garish dark pink shirt which was tucked into a pair of black baggy pants. The dim lighting reflected the shaved skin of his head which contrasted with his dark skin.

John walked up to the man that was sitting on his car's bonnet. “ What are you doing here ?” He asked Marco who jumped down when John reached him, behind the car there was a black Lexus car. Marco removed his shades, tucking it inside his pocket. He was no more in his suit but in a blue two bottom down shirt, complimenting it with a jean trouser and a blue pair of sneakers. “ I followed you here, I also wanted to help look for Patricia.”

She’s never seen Codi as a baby and she’s never been able to spend time with her mate after Codi has been born. “We’ll find time soon, Justice.” I promise her. “After Bronx and Kas get home from Paris.” “Milo, Lenora, it’s good seein’ ya.” Marco’s deep voice announces his arrival. I take a moment to brace myself and look up. He’s wearing a polo shirt and khaki shorts with slide-on leather sandals. I didn’t know Marco even owned a polo shirt. He’s holding the hand of a gorgeous woman. She’s even more beautiful in person than the photo I saw.

Why?" "Because," I began slowly, "Marco's worked long and hard atnot being a womenswear designer. Of course, he's probably going to have to give in and give it a whirl someday." I grinned as Marco made a growling sound under his breath. "Seeing as that's the family business, an' all." "The family business?" Roxy repeated, her brows furrowing. "Maretti?" "No, Maretti is just my mother's name." Marco released a world-weary sigh then scowled again. "I'm Marco Maretti-Salvani."

“I think these would fit.” Mara glanced over from another rack where she’d buried herself among dresses. “They’re cute.” “I know.” “But…” She disappeared behind a row of gowns before popping her head back out. “…aren’t you even going to look at the dresses?” I laughed. “I am looking.” “No, you’re looking at thejeans.” “Yeah, that’s because I like the jeans.” “You’ve been looking at jeans for ten minutes.” I shrugged. “They’re comfortable.” “They’re boring.”

Marco shrieked in anguish, a sob leaving his throat. Xavier scoffed, ambling close once again, ignoring the way Marco's body wriggled like a leaf as he tilted his head to the side, revealing a mate mark on his neck. Xavier smirked, his calm facade not decamping. "I didn't realize you found your mate, Marco. Looks like a fresh mark, should we invite him, I'm sure he would be ecstatic to see you?" "No, no, no!" Marco shook his head repeatedly. "He knows nothing about this, don't bring him into this!"

Marco added, lighting up a cigarette. Viviane’s face flushed, and for a second, I thought she might actually punch someone. Instead, she crossed her arms and glared at Scott, "I’m just grateful for the upgrade from whatever questionable shit you are wearing." Scott slapped his knee, "Oh, she’s got jokes! Roast his wardrobe next,” he pointed at Marco. Marco scoffed in mock offense, looking down at his designer jacket. "This is vintage, okay?"

A perspective like this reminded her how awfully small she was. "A little farther." Marco veered to the right, creeping further and further out until he seemed to be on the very edge. "You're going to fall and die." And yet, Fiona was scrambling after him. Man, he had a fantastic ass. She was almost jealous of his jeans for being able to cup and hold him like that. Marco set the cooler down and lowered himself to the ground.