Marcust Pick Up Line Novels & Stories

He reached for his phone and dialed a number he had not used in years. He waited until the line connected. He spoke softly. He is back. A pause. Yes. He is exactly where you said he would be. Marcus’s eyes gleamed. And he is in love.

Even Melisa burst out laughing at his statement. “Now quietly drink this and I will let you live” Melissa mocked, “my patience is wearing thin” They were all still in that position when his mobile began to ring and the moment he saw the caller ID, his lips curled up into a mocking smirk. Hardin immediately pressed the receive button and put the phone on loudspeaker. “Hello” a familiar voice filtered through the phone and Martina’s eyes opened wide. She knew that voice any day, any time. Even if it has been years she heard the voice, how could she forget about it?

Martin scrambled and grabbed the phone before immediately accepting the call without even checking the caller's ID. There was silence on the other end. I couldn't hear the person as I was still in my post-orgasm world and I needed a second to breathe before I could eavesdrop. But, I got unlucky. By the time I recovered, Martin was done talking and he picked up his clothes. "What happened?" I questioned, "Who was that?" "No one. I've to go. Something came up but l'll be back in a while, okay? You should go to sleep." He came down and kissed my head before rushing out.

"Don't worry I will keep you busy" I said and knelt down and started to put my hair up. "Try to keep up". I said and winked at him. As soon as I tasted the glistening tip and he sighed loudly. "That felt so good,baby". The phone rang again, he answered it like it was a threat. “Speak!" I focused on his twitching member, loving the fullness in my mouth. “Let me introduce myself. I am Marcus. I called Charlotte a few minutes ago. Thought I’d reach out to you to put things straight”

But favors always came with a price — and this one might serve him well later. He tapped his fingers on the desk, thoughtful, then reached for his phone and called Serena, Julian’s stepmother. She picked up quickly, her tone breezy and amused. “Well, well. To what do I owe the pleasure?” The noise in the background suggested she was mid-conversation — someone pitching her something, probably another boutique. A moment later, the background chatter faded. “Just checking in,” Marcus said, voice calm. “Checking in?” She laughed softly.

It was old-fashioned, but as long as the numbers were still in function, I didn’t mind going the archaic route in this case. I typed the number into my phone and dialed it, hoping that it was the correct one, and if it was, I hoped that Geri would be there to pick it up. After six rings, he finally picked up. “Hello?” He called out, his voice filled with confusion. I could understand why he was puzzled, no one usually calls this line. “Hey, it’s me, Martha,” I informed him, keeping my voice light. “Luna? Hey. Why are you calling this number? I barely use it,” he asked, still in confusion.

he cried. As I held the phone in my hand, the ringtone pierced through the air, disturbing the tranquility of our conversation. Marco's eyes darted towards the screen, curiosity sparkling in his innocent gaze. His voice brimmed with excitement as he asked me the question that I had been dreading. "Is that daddy?" he squealed. I ignored the call but my phone rang again so I have no choice but to answer it. And Marcus drunken sobs pierced through the phone line as he blubbered, "Please, Samantha, I'm begging you. Just let me talk to my son. I miss him so much."

Their indifference stung, and I couldn't shake off the feeling of being alone in this charade. Just as I was starting to drift into a restless sleep, my phone rang, shrill in the silence. I hesitated, my hand hovering over the receiver. The number was unfamiliar, and I wondered if it was work-related. With a sigh, I picked up, expecting a dull conversation about sales reports or marketing strategies. But instead, Marcus's voice dripped with sarcasm, his words laced with a mocking tone. "Well, well, well. Look who finally decided to answer. I was starting to think you'd forgotten about the trip tomorrow."

Emma pulled back slightly, and they both looked at the screen. Sarah's name glowed in the darkness, insistent and unwelcome. "Are you going to answer it?" Emma's voice was carefully neutral. Marcus looked at the phone. Looked at Emma. Looked at the choice spreading out before him like a crossroads. He reached out, his hand hovering over the phone as it rang once, twice, three times. And then he made his decision. Marcus decided not to pick up the call. He told Emma. “No need to pick.”

he said quietly. "Is that a threat?" "It's a promise. You want to play games? Let's play games." "What are you going to do? Cry to your mommy?" Marcus hung up the phone and stared at it for a long moment. Cassandra had just crossed a line she couldn't uncross. She had made this personal. He looked at Sarah, who was still unconscious on the bed. Then he picked up her phone and scrolled through the contacts until he found what he was looking for. "Mia - Work."