Marcus And Ginny Head Scene Novels & Stories

"Just confirmation that everything is ready." As Marcus pulled me toward the bed, I stared at the ceiling, my mind racing through every detail. The ceremony would be perfect. I would play the gracious, forgiving new Luna. I would offer Sophia wine as a means of peace offering. And Sophia, proud and stubborn, she would drink, then I would watch her collapse, I'd finish what I started and then Marcus won't have her in mind again. **Marcus's POV** I stood in my study, staring at the alliance meeting documents,every part of it was a reminder of my humiliation.

She whipped her head to him and he was staring right back at her with an expressionless yet inscrutable look. She sniffled, slipping into her dress not minding if he was watching. Marcus groaned, running a hand through his hair. He shut his eyes in complete frustration. This wasn't what he planned. First he lost that contract to his competitor because he suddenly got to know at the die minute that a wife was needed. No wonder his competitor got a quick marriage done. Suddenly, they both heard the knock. Octavia's eyes widened and immediately, she ran behind the bed. No, it better not be the room service. They mustn't see her here.

Ella Holden POV The next evening was the wedding of Martin’s friend. She asked me to go with her, even told me Marcus would be there. It felt like the perfect chance to escape the mansion for a while, to breathe, to change the mood. When I arrived, I caught sight of Alpha Marcus entering before anyone else. His tall frame, sharp suit, and magnetic presence filled the empty hall. His eyes locked on my black gown, and he raised a finger. “Come here.”

“Is it the Alaric Vale I'm thinking about?!” People started murmuring again. Ginny nodded, “Yes. He'll be here in a few minutes. He already texted me that he's on his way. So… Ah!” She winced again, touching her head, “I'm sorry, but I have to rest for a while.” Ginny looked pale so her claim of pain was believable. I glanced at Marcus and he nodded, at one point, those three men had been taken away. I turned to the crowd with a radiant smile.

“I told Maggie already so that’s settled.” Noah thought about it for a second then nodded. “Fine. Keep in touch.” Leo didn’t say anything to me as he nodded happily and walked away to join the scheming witch. “Ginny?” I turned my gaze to Noah and realized he was watching me quizzically. “Are you ready to go?” “Um yeah, I guess I am.” He wouldn’t stop looking at me. Those hazel blue eyes seemed to swallow me in, bald head and all.

His gaze locked on me instantly, but he kept his expression carefully neutral. Mom lit up the moment she saw him. She crossed the room quickly and wrapped her arms around his waist, tilting her face up for a kiss. “Good morning, handsome. Ready for cake?” Marcus returned the kiss, but it was short and distracted. He pulled back gently and rubbed the back of his neck. “Actually… we need to talk about today.” Mom’s smile slipped. “What’s wrong?” Marcus sighed and guided her to the couch. I stayed at the table, ears straining to catch every word while still pretending to focus on my phone.

Just the expression on it, which was not performed and not managed and was simply what happened to Marcus Grey's face when I walked into the room he was in. We reached the altar. Henry put my hand in Marcus's. He held it for one moment before he stepped back, one moment of Henry, warm and certain, the whole of whom he communicated through a single hand, and then he was in his seat and it was just us. Marcus looked at my hand. Then he looked at my face. "Hello," he said quietly. The word he had said on the front steps of the mansion the evening of our first real date, just that word, no performance around it.

"And you better do it like your miserable life depends on it. Because it obviously does." Without a single second of hesitation, the almighty Marcus dropped straight down onto his knees on the floorboards, his face buried right in front of her open pussy. "Girls, give us a minute. Excuse us," Sophia said, not taking her eyes off the back of his head. Emma and I exchanged a wild, amused look, smiles creeping onto our faces. We unlocked the front doors, stepped out, and shut them behind us, giving them the sick privacy they needed. We didn't even have to wait three minutes.

Marcus paced back and forth across the living room, his jaw clenched and fists tightening with every step. Heather stood by the window, her eyes filled with tears and frustration. The silence between them was thick, nearly suffocating. "How could you, Heather?" Marcus finally broke the silence, his voice trembling with a mixture of anger and hurt. "How could you do this to me?" "Marcus, please, you have to listen to me," Heather pleaded, her voice cracking. "I didn't cheat on you. I never would. That picture—"

There was no response. “Lily, I’ve missed you. I never expected to be so drawn to you, but I am. Please, come back to me. I promise you, no harm will come to you.” My words were true, but they had their aim. So I moved through the room as I spoke, searching every nook and cranny. I arrived in front of a dresser-size cupboard and just as I was about to open it, Winston burst into the room, his face pale. “Marcus, the smell—” His words were cut off as he staggered, the potent aroma of the potion in the air overwhelming him.