Marco X Jean Novels & Stories

I said it out loud without meaning to. Marcus furrowed his brows. “I didn’t say anything you man-trapping psycho.” Kieran returned pushing a rack before I could say anything. I rolled my eyes at Marcus and turned to the dresses. The one at the front caught my attention immediately. It was deep maroon, made of silk with an off-shoulder neckline and a bodice that looked like it was made to pull the waist in. The skirt fell to the floor, with a slit running high up one side. It was magnificent, and everything I never dared to dream of ever wearing.

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 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.

I mutter, dropping onto the bench at my stall. “The mighty Logan Shaw,” Marco continues dramatically, “captain of the Titans, destroyer of defenses, allergic to feelings—” “I’m going to break your stick.” “—has been publicly claimed by one Harper Lane wearing the sacred jersey.” Corey slaps a hand over his heart. “It was beautiful.” “It was moving,” Zane adds. “I cried,” Marco says. Cole snorts. I start unlacing my skates, trying very hard not to smile because the second they see it, I’m dead.

What client could be making him smile like that? "Lorenzo's and lies" I muttered under my breath. "Did you say something?" He asked ""No, I didn't," I lied. "I am leaving this damn hall, do you hear me?" As I turned to leave, I saw Ciara, she was all dressed up, holding a Marchesa clothing bag. Marchesa is the biggest company brand in New York City that deals in female dresses. She approached me smiling, stretching forward the bag to me. "Please don't tell me you were in on it too?"

Black, white, gray furniture matched the bed linen. “What?” “Me. I’m not a girl to him. I’m a whore, his plaything” I sat on the edge of the bed where they placed all the shopping bags containing the clothes he bought for me. “I don’t think so, Lian” Marco crossed his arms over his chest. He was the youngest I’ve seen around Ace. Probably around my age. His clean-cut brown hair enhanced his soft jaws, and his eyes were piercing green. There were cute dimples on his cheeks, but then again that made him look even gorgeous when he smiles. His body is well-built, just like everyone I’ve seen so far.

I conclude, leaving his office. I park my car and once again face that French-style garden of X's new house. I walk through the green labyrinth until I reach the marble steps leading to the wooden door. I'm glad that at least this time I'm wearing wide-leg pants and a white dress shirt, with my hair tied in a low ponytail. I know I look as professional as possible and unattractive by X's standards, which favors that our conversation doesn't take another turn. I tighten the strap of my black bag in my fingers and then climb the few steps to the door, which is already open. I enter and find X coming down the white marble stairs. He stops on the last step, putting his hands in the pocket of his

The two cousins shook their heads, seeing Lucas was already surrounded by girls. “Typical Casanova,” John shrugged as they shook their heads at the ridiculousness of their friend. Marcus and John approached the two men at the table when Marcus’ eyes caught the attention of a woman on the table next to them. Even if she was facing sideways, and she cut her hair into a short pixie cut, Marcus could recognize who she was. Mariko was wearing a black leather jacket, with fitted pants, and black combat shoes that she usually wears whenever she goes out of their house. This time, Mariko was wearing a pair of big-round earrings which made her become hot.