Marcus Gunnarsen Girlfriend Novels & Stories

He madly murmured, making me step back as I didn't expect he would react that way. “You make my life miserable. We were grieving yet you're alive and happily living as a single woman who wants to flirt with Gunner. Ashianna, you chose a wrong choice...” he paused from talking, looked at me directly in my eyes as he resumed, “You know what you have done wrong?” “What the fuck are you saying, Marcus? I don't have any intimate relationship with Gunner.” I defended myself but he only chuckled at me. He didn't believe me which disappointed me.

I gasped out, my voice rising louder as another jolt of pleasure shot through me from the way his thickness rubbed right against my g-spot. “Just keep fucking me hard I am so close again already and I need your cock so bad right now.” Marcus pulled his mouth off my nipple with a wet pop, looking straight at me with those dark eyes full of raw lust while his cock twitched and throbbed deep inside my pussy. “It is my new girlfriend calling,” he told me casually like it was the most normal thing in the world, before reaching over to grab the phone and answering it without even thinking about pulling out of me.

She felt jealous of the girl standing there that she could be free with her partner as she wanted to be. "This is Gold, my fiancee," Marcus said introducing them. "Nice to meet you," Gold said with a broad smile. "And I know you know Mr. Delgado, this is his wife, Jessica," Marcus said pointing to Jessica while speaking to Gold. "Why do you call my wife by her first name?"

"This is going to be fun." "We can handle this," Marcus said firmly. "Let me make a statement." "Statement to who?" "To everyone." Twenty minutes later, Marcus posted on his own Instagram—his first post in months: Setting the record straight: Yes, Aria and I are together. Yes, it's complicated. Yes, our parents married, making us stepsiblings. Yes, I'm going to be a father soon. None of that changes the fact that I love her and she loves me. If that bothers you, kindly mind your own business.

Lena's sassy voice boomed through the phone as he pressed the answer button. “Lena?” “Can you please come over? I need to tell you something.” “Why not come over to my place instead. You know, it's getting dark and I'm with my girlfriend.” He held Cassie by her waist and pulled her closer to himself so she could have a view of them together. “You had moved on already? Did you ever love me Marcus?” She cried out. “Lena, we shouldn't be having this conversation anymore. You left me when I needed you most. You wrecked me! You shattered my whole life!”

After the final whistle, a security guy came up to our section. “Family and friends of players, you can head down to the VIP area now.” Everyone stood, buzzing with excitement. I followed them into a lounge filled with soft chairs, champagne on ice, and people still excited about the win. A brunette woman approached me almost immediately. “You’re with Caleb, right? I’m Jessica, Marcus’s girlfriend.” Marcus Bane. Left tackle. One of the names Caleb had mentioned earlier. “Elena,” I said, shaking her hand. “So… how long have you two been together?”

she said, looking at me still touching Marcus' shoulder. "I'm sorry, Romina, but as you can see, I'm with my girlfriend, and that was in the past before I met her, so if you'll excuse us, we're busy," Marcus said, looking at me and kissing my hand. That made me feel so confident in him; I felt reassured that that time of womanizing was history. "I'm sorry beautiful, I can't erase my past, just enjoy the future with you," he told me, and I felt the happiest woman in the world hearing his words.

“I’m so sorry, Miyara.” “I’m okay, Isa. Stop apologizing. I didn’t get shot.” I squeezed her hand with my good one. She forced a small smile, then stared into the distance like she was remembering something unpleasant. In a low voice, she finally said, “Marcus is an ex. A crazy jerk I dated back in sophomore year when I was so stupid.” Her voice cracked. “He… has some stuff on me. And he uses it to harass me anytime he gets the chance.” My chest tightened. Private stuff. The words echoed in my head, dragging my thoughts straight to Caden and the things he had on me. I prayed it wasn’t the same kind of weapon.

Amanda said. “Do I really mean so little to you? Did you really mean what you said earlier?” Gordon said. “Gordon, stop. We can talk about this later.” Amanda said. “No, I wanna hear it. What did she tell you?” Marcus said. “Apparently, you are an asshole and your girlfriend is in love with me. Guess what, we had sex the moment I got here. I doubt she lets you touch her.” Gordon said, looking him directly in his eyes as he brought his face closer to Marcus’s to annoy him the more.

This relationship doesn't seem healthy at all. After the dishes were washed and dried, I walked back to my room and took my phone. I turned it on, and calls and notifications from my assistant flooded my screen. I swiped them away and went to a blue app to look for anyone I could reach: Angela, Emma, or even Olive. "I can't hide from Marcus forever." Just then, a notification popped on my screen. (For the first time, Hollywood filmmaker Prince Marcus attended the GEX awards without his wife, fueling ongoing rumors of a marital crisis with actress Charlotte)