Marcus From Ginny And Georgia Novels & Stories

As long as Marcus was happy then so was I. “Of course I believe it. You've worked so hard for this, remember? You've earned it.” I told him calmly. His face turned from happy to boastful. “I know right? I'm simply so good at whatever I do.” “Shut up.” I said, giggling and tossing a pillow in his direction making him erupt in a fit of laughter. I loved this. I loved us. When we had gotten into college he had turned into the college superstar. Marcus Grey, son of Lucien Grey, one of New York’s most influential billionaires.

As far as I was concerned, his head was everything. "I'm sorry, who are you?" A very confused Gina asked. The look on her face made it seem as though she was missing out on something. "Let him come in, Gina." Gina threw me a befuddled look as if to say 'what the fuck is happening here ?' Marcus's steps were very brisk. I knew he was huge when I first set my eyes on him, but I noticed a few other things about him as he got closer. He still wore the same stained white shirt as before. He had amber-colored eyes and I noticed that the shirt had torn a little at the back. Very rugged, he looked.

Gavin said in a rush, he looked apologetic and sad, the day did not exactly go as planned. Elena was about to respond with something witty, probably to make him beg when her phone rang. It was Marcus. "Give me a minute," she excused herself and picked up the call. "Hello? Marcus?" "Elena," Marcus slurred. "Marcus? Are you okay?" Marcus hiccupped, "Yes, I'm sorry for calling. I'll hang up—" "Are you drunk? What's going on?" "I… I need some company, Elena." There was a brief pause, "I need you."

My previous boss was right—it was difficult to resist taking the easy route and it may have been a matter of time before I caved to the desire to have a better life. “Don’t think like that. Your dignity is not something you can get back when you lose. You might find yourself unable to sleep at night.” She might have spoken all that encouraging talk but it wasn’t very encouraging. “Hazel!” A voice boomed, which made Julia and I jump in surprise. Markos stood a distance away looking at us with a weird look on his face. How long had he been standing there? Did he hear what we were saying? I straightened my back and faced him while Julia scrambled away. Everyone feared him for a reason. He was i

“I thought I’d have to stress myself explaining everything.” “How?” I screamed through tears. “How long have you been in New York? You know he’s my husband, Gina!” “I know,” she said, unfazed. Rolling her eyes. “When I returned from China, I crossed paths with Marcus. He needed help, and I gave it to him. I never planned to fall for him, but things happened so fast.” “But you’re married!” I cried. “Don’t you have any shame? This isn’t like you.” She scoffed. “Here you go again, thinking you know me.”

Beverly POV Almost immediately, I watched the color drain from Marcus’ face the moment I said my name. His eyes widened so much they looked ready to pop out, like he had just seen a ghost he never expected to face again. “What… you’re joking, right?” I slowly turned to look at him, letting the silence stretch just long enough to make him uncomfortable. “What do you think, Marcus?” My lips curled into a cold, sharp smile. And honestly, nothing could have been more satisfying than the horrified expression that flickered across his face in that next second like reality had just slapped him.

He moved into the space between them with the easy confidence of a man who'd never had to make himself smaller to survive. "Everything's fine," Marcus answered before Maya could speak. He extended a hand toward Ethan. "Marcus Chen. I'm an old friend of Maya's from Philadelphia. Just stopped by to catch up." Ethan didn't take the offered hand. "Funny. Maya's never mentioned you." "Well, it's been a while." Marcus's smile was all teeth now. He dropped his hand and turned back to Maya. "We lost touch when she left so suddenly. No forwarding address, no goodbye. I've been worried sick."

He then leaned in closer to Nicky, whispering strict instructions, “Take her to our private residential suite, and then call on our standby doctor and nurse to watch her around the clock. Keep her stabilized and watched closely. She must be safe.” When Marcus finally returned downstairs to the pediatric ward, his legs were still visibly shaking from the adrenaline of dealing with both his dying daughter and a strange, broken woman. He had no tears to even carry anymore. But barely a few hours later, Eleanor opened her eyes and Marcus had wept with profound happiness. In a single night, he had saved a stranger, and his own daughter had been spared. And that chaotic evening had marked the unca

Alex nodded, then his eyes came back to me. “And where is this Marcus now?” I opened my mouth.“I don’t know… He was gone by the time I got back with Mr. Langford.” He wrote that down. “Can I see a picture of this Marcus?” I remembered I had yanked off all his pictures and all of ours together too. “I… don't have his pictures… but you can get from his social media handle.” I gasped. Then watched as he pulled out his phone again. Eyes flipped to me again, questioning.

"Marcus, we're not done talking." "We'll talk when I get back, I promise." He was already at the door. "I'll be quick." The door slammed shut. I stood in the empty living room, watching the space where he’d been. The last flicker of hope died. He didn't come back that night. I got another text from Victoria. This time, the picture was more explicit. Marcus was lying beside her, shirt half-undone, fast asleep. The text read: "He says he can only truly relax when he's with me."