Novel & Cerita Marcust Pick Up Line

"There's a call for you." I sat up. "What?" "A call. For you." "I'm allowed to take calls?" Martha's face stayed unconcerned. "The caller is very persistent. You should handle it before the Boss returns." The Boss. She always called him that. Like he was a deity. I took the phone. "Hello?" "Giselle. Thank God." My entire body went cold. Marcus. "Marcus?" I whispered. "How did you get this number?" "I have connections. Old family connections. Don't worry about it."

"How long do you think I’ll have to stay here?" "I don't know, miss. Mr. Sterling just told me to keep you here until he calls the secure line." Marcus reached into his jacket and pulled out a small, old-fashioned flip phone. He set it on the kitchen table. "Only two people have this number. Me, and him. If it rings, it’s him." "And if you're not here?"

His name flashed across the screen, and for a second, I just stared at it before answering. “Hello?” The moment the call connected, noise flooded through the speaker. It was loud and chaotic, music pulsing heavily in the background, the deep bass vibrating through the line in a way that made it impossible to ignore. There were voices layered over it, laughter, high-pitched squeals that sounded distinctly feminine. “Hold on,” Marcus’s voice came through, slightly muffled. There was a shuffle, then his voice again, clearer this time. “Move a little, princess,” he drawled lazily. “Daddy has to attend to something.”

Looking straight ahead at the gates. I never corrected it. Why would I? Marcus shook his head once. “Wild story.” “It’s old news.” The words came out flat. Marcus looked at me for a beat too long, then reached for his own drink instead of answering. On the television, the clip replayed again. My phone buzzed against the table. Celeste was calling. I stared at the screen before picking it up. “Yeah.” “Are you home yet?” Her voice carried through the speaker warm and easy. “I was thinking of coming by.”

Marta called, her tone a little too high-pitched, “the line is for you.” I hesitated, my brows furrowing in confusion. For me? Who the hell would be calling Marco’s landline and asking for me? The thought crossed my mind that it could be Marcel or Nicole, but that didn’t make any sense. They wouldn’t have Marco’s direct line, and even if they did, why would they use it? Curiosity got the better of me, and I pushed myself off the couch, walking over to Marta. She held out the phone, her expression a mix of concern and confusion. I thanked her, taking the receiver from her hands.

Marcus After breakfast, I picked up my phone to talk to Gwen. I was worried that she would be angry, thinking I had hung up on her. I needed to know she was alright, and let her know that my battery had died while we were talking. I dialled Gwen's line, and it rang a bit before she answered. The moment I heard her voice, my heart was relieved. I sighed and waited, then spoke. "Hello," I said, "Marcus, are you alright?" she asked with concern, and I was glad she wasn't mad at me.

I fished out my phone from my pocket, feeling my frustration at its highest peak. “Please pick up, immediately, Mara.” I pleaded, as I clicked on her contact, making my way out of the mansion. Mara didn't pick the call; not until I called again. “Serena.” She shouted, and I could hear a lot of noise in the background. “I’m sorry I missed your call. Wait a sec. Let me leave this place.” She said, and I waited, as I could hear the noise reducing by the second. “Alright, I can hear you now. Phew. That was noisy.”

“Mark won’t stop talking about how you won the scavenger hunt last time…” I chuckled. “I was hoping we could team up… and I barely know anybody here except you.” “You could maybe team up with Mark…” I said with a weak smile, leaning into the window. “Mark is hella fun. That makes me jealous…” “He’s pes—” The phone suddenly got yanked out of my hand. “Who the fuck is this?” I twirled around, only to find Marcel towering over me, looking like a living corpse. My lips parted. “Give that back…” I tried to grab the phone, but he turned, backing me instead.

MARIA "It's Marc. Leave a message" I hung up, burying my face into the pillow before I sighed Gloria by the bed. "Does he not pick unknown numbers?" She asked as she coughed into her arms. "I guess he does, now the phone i pushed for is completely useless if he doesn't pick up" I replied. "You're lucky you have someone up there" She said before she coughed again, this time clearing her throat. "Are you okay?" I asked as she sniffles before turning away while she nodded.

But just as the moment reached its peak, Marc’s phone rang loudly, shattering the mood. He groaned in frustration, grabbing the phone reluctantly. “Good evening, is this Mr. Marc Fairmonth?” “Yes, it's me,” Marc replied curtly. “This is the police. Do you have a moment, sir?” Marc glanced at Cassandra, who was already fixing her clothes, cheeks flushed. “What can I do for you?” Marc asked, knowing he had no choice but to listen.