Marco X Jean Novels & Stories

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.

Marco is like those guys that can’t take a hint, those guys that believe you’ll say yes when you see money, those guys that have no respect for girls or women everywhere, and he’s one of those guys I’ve punched in the face a few times before. I turn around and offer him something that looks like a smile. “Marco! Good to see you.” But is it? He’s wearing a brown jacket on a white t-shirt which helps displays his arms covered in tattoos and a faded blue jean, there are many chains on his neck making me wonder how they don’t hurt his neck, but then again it would be a good thing if they do and possibly break his neck off because I won’t have to see his annoying face again. He takes out the ciga