Marcus Gunnarsen Girlfriend Novels & Stories

Marcus pitied her, and that pity had always tilted into something closer to favoritism. A message popped up in the department group chat. Someone had shared a post from the campus social platform. hashtags: [Dr. Marcus Hale and grad student Claire, relationship confirmed], [Breaking down every soft moment we missed] The post had a photo of Claire teary-eyed, Marcus down on one knee, and an older shot of the two of them walking through campus together. The comments were unhinged. "She looks shocked. She had no idea Professor Hale was going to be this brave, going against everything to claim her. I'm sobbing."

“What an amazing coincidence.” “Please,” Marcus said. “I love you.” Jane laughed bitterly. “You love me?” “Yes!” “Then why is she in your bed?” Silence. Then the blonde spoke again, sounding annoyed. “Marcus, who is she exactly?” Jane’s voice turned icy. “I’m his girlfriend.” The girl gasped loudly. “Oh my God.” Marcus groaned. “Jane please stop.” “Stop?” Jane repeated. “You want me to stop?” There was a loud slam. “Jane,” Marcus said urgently. “Don’t leave like this.”

We both exited the house. "Morning, Jude." "Now we're getting the hang of this. Morning, Marcus." I answered with a grin and Marcus chuckled. Marcus is a built man like John but the difference was that he looked a bit older than John because of his beard but I loved it 'cause he looked scary with it. "Oh, babe, meet Marcus. Marcus, this is Snow, my girlfriend." Snow snapped at me with a widened expression which I only replied with a small smile and a shrug. "Hi, Snow. Nice to meet you." Marcus greeted with a cool voice and Snow's cheeks heated up in embarrassment.

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.

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.

Sure enough, about an hour later, my brother showed up. I opened the door. “Hey, Marcus. How's everything going?” “It's great. How are you?” “I'm good.” I looked behind him. “So it's you, your wife, and the kids? Where's Dad?” Marcus laughed. “Dad went to some wedding or something with his new girlfriend.” I raised an eyebrow. “Okay. Now Dad has a girlfriend?” He laughed. “Yeah. And I hate to say it, but it's your soon to be ex-husband's girlfriend's mother.”

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.