Marcus Gunnarsen Girlfriend Novels & Stories

"We already know he was stealing from charity and lying about his daughter's death." Marcus sat back down at his computer. "Let me check something. If Vincent is threatening us, there might be something else he's hiding." He typed rapidly for several minutes. Then his face went pale. "What is it?" I asked. "Emma's mother," he said quietly. "Vincent's wife. Her name is Carol Reeves." "What about her?" Marcus turned his screen toward us. "She's not dead. She's very much alive. She's been living in Seattle for the past twelve years under her maiden name, Carol Williams."

I was halfway through an email, trying to focus on a big deal, when Marcus came in, his grin wide and unapologetic, his suit slightly rumpled. “Morning, Hawthorne,” he said, dropping into the chair across from me, propping his feet on my desk like he owned the place. “You look like hell. That mystery date keep you up all night?” I shot him a look, leaning back, as I loosen my tie. “Something like that,” I muttered, not ready to spill about Serena - her kiss, her rejection, the way she had called me a stalker before bolting. Marcus would tease me all day if I told him how everything went, and I wasn’t in the mood for his teasing.

“But it won’t change the fact that, my dear Marcus, you’ve been living a lie with your wife. How do you think she’ll react to finding out her great love from her youth isn’t dead?” “How do you even know I’m married?” Marcus demanded, his fury barely contained. “Marcus, you might hold the gun, but I have weapons of my own. I’ve been waiting for this moment ever since you dumped me here. I knew you’d come eventually, and when you did, I’d throw this in your face. You stole your friend’s fiancée. That Mary must be something special—” “Shut up!” Marcus roared. “Come on, Marcus, don’t tell me you feel guilty now. You’re blissfully happy with your wife, aren’t you? The only difference is you’re al

I inquired. “Look, Julian. I really have no problems with you getting married to whoever you want. But that girl is a no go area. She isn't someone you should be with for heaven's sake. Or have you forgotten so soon that she is your son's girlfriend…..” “They are not together anymore, Marcus.” I hissed through gritted teeth, thereby cutting him off. “They are no longer together. As you already know, my son got married to her sister and fun fact, they are happily married."

"Well, good! That's not how I felt when you looked at me earlier. I am heartbroken and trying really hard to forget someone. I don't want to be drawn into some new drama with that bitch face girlfriend of..." "If you can't get over that fucktard Neill who is going to be a hundred miles away from you after we get married, you think I will get over my sexy girlfriend anytime soon? While she is near me? What makes you think you are so special?" That was one tight slap on her face. I couldn't have put those words better than Marcus myself. I wanted him in my bed tonight. "Sexy? Do you see anything in her beyond that? She looks like a vicious woman and I hate how she looks at me. I don't want any

I’d made up that excuse all those years ago just to break up with him, yet he still remembered it. I struggled to push him away. “Who I love has nothing to do with you anymore. We’re over.” “Who says we’re over?” Marcus said, furious. “Did you ever ask me how I felt?” Before I could answer, a girl in a white dress descended the stairs. She was beautiful and familiar. She was Marcus’ fiancée, the one from the news. The sight made me angry. He already had a fiancée, but still came to me?

The Omegas arranged the small table beautifully, and we sat on the couch waiting for our guests. Soon they knocked on the door, and Marcus got up to let them in. Mason looked dashing in his black t-shirt and jeans. Along with him was a pretty red-haired. I felt a bit jealous when I saw her, but I hid it. She was pretty and looked quite confident. "Kara, Meet my best friend and his mate. Marcus and Gwen. " He said, and we exchanged our hellos. " I have heard so much about you guys," she said, shaking Marcus, and I saw her hand linger a bit, but I ignored it.

His eyes were sparkling with admiration for his brother . Marcus chuckled hard " Thank you my boy ...there is a thing I want you to know " he said blushing with excitement . " yeah ...what is it ...you are blushing " Magnus said teasingly . He has never seen his brother blushing . It was so new . He looked adorable like a child though . " There is a girl ..Her name is Ariel...she is the daughter of Spainsh Mafia leader ...I think ...I have fallen in love with her ...I want to marry her " Marcus said scratching his hairs avoiding gazing as it made him flushed .

"Who wants to read comments when I can read Chloe's and Marcus's posts?" She didn't look up from her phone. "What...?" I quickly grabbed my phone, and there it was. The first item on my feed. "Marcus Webb, sunshine of the hockey team, has finally announced his longtime girlfriend, Chloe Vance." The headline wasn't ambiguous. My chest tightened. "I can't believe this bastard went public with that tramp in less than a month, and 'I have to keep my image' was what he told you for three years." Amara hissed.

"How do you know Mr. Montgomery, Mark?" "Mr. Grant." Marcus corrected. "I know him from college. We were on the college soccer team." He turned to Nicola. "You do know he plays, right?" Nicola rolled her eyes. She did not need to feel this way but she felt like she needed to make this punk realize that she knew her husband better than this loser ever will. "The Blue Falcons, if I am not wrong?" "Oh, so you do know." Marcus pursed his lips, nodding. "You are his ex-fiancee's younger sister, aren't you?"