Marcust Pick Up Line Novels & Stories

My breath hitched as I dialled his number waiting to hear his voice. The thought of him had my nipples hardening in my pyjamas. What is wrong with me? Before the call could come to an end. I heard his sultry voice. "Who's this?" He sounds angry in a hoarse tone. I gulped on an unknown lump and bit my bottom lip before answering. "Hello sir. I'm Maria McCain calling from MTC. I'm sorry I haven't been able to reach out. I've been working…" He interjected. "Do you know I can cancel the deal because of this act of yours?"

My phone automatically hooked up to the car so I could talk and drive at the same time, I dialled the number I needed and hit call while I turned on the engine and pulled out of the garage. The phone rang and rang, but Marc didn’t pick up. He was probably working. When I stopped at a traffic light, I tried Lisa but got the same result. I hit the steering wheel in anger. How can i find out Alex’s new address if I can’t get a hold of her fucking parents?!

"Vraiment?" "Yes." I turned back to the mirror and pushed the bobby pin into place. "But I need to handle something first. But for now, let me finish getting ready." He smiled — the first real one in days — and pushed off the doorframe. "Okay. Also. Marcus called." I turned around. "And?" "The number that called Grand-père the night he died was from New York. Right here." He folded his arms. He says he's still digging. He thinks he can get a name or a more specific location with time."

I carefully carried him to his room and tucked him into bed, laying him down in a comfortable position. Afterward, I reheated the food Monica had prepared before leaving earlier in the evening. I ate quietly, my thoughts heavy, then shut the entrance of the mansion before heading back upstairs. Just as I entered my room, my phone rang. I rushed to pick it up before it stopped ringing. It was Celesta. “Hello, buddy,” I said, chuckling when I heard her scoff. “We haven’t spoken for days, Marc,” she complained unhappily. “Weren’t you on vacation with your husband? I didn’t want to disturb you,” I said with a smile.

Freddie didn't pick up the call. He watched how Marcos's name displayed on the screen until it stopped ringing. Then he put it face down to the table and looked at his notepad. Marcos De Luca. Calling him at ten thirty at night. He stood still. Then his phone rang. A text. "Pick up Freddie. We need to talk." He stared at it. Another one came through thirty seconds later. "Or don't. I'll come to you instead."

Just a single line of text written in plain, elegant prose: Julian was always careless with his pawns. Congratulations on securing the logistics network, Monroe. I look forward to meeting the new matriarch. Marcus stared at the screen, his blood running cold. He instantly picked up his secure line and hit speed dial. Across town in the quiet master suite of the brownstone, Xavier’s phone chimed on the nightstand. Xavier, resting on his side with Selah asleep in his arms, reached out and answered on the first ring. "Marcus," Xavier whispered, keeping his voice quiet so as not to wake her. "What is it?"

It was a hard anger. The phone on the bed started buzzing again. Marcus. I picked it up. Finally swiped the screen to answer. I did not say anything. I just held the phone to my ear listening to the sound of his breath. “Eva? Babe? Why did it take you long to pick up?” Marcus's voice came through the speaker,

“Don't trust anyone in this house. Anyone.” Before I could even process the words, my phone buzzed violently in my trench coat pocket. With shaking hands, I pulled it out. It wasn't the unknown number this time. It was a restricted line. I swiped the screen, pressing it to my ear as the police began guiding Harrison down the marble steps into the rain. “Hello?” I whispered, my voice trembling. A low, smooth laugh echoed through the receiver—a voice I hadn't heard in weeks, but would recognize anywhere. Marcus.

Wiped her face with the back of her palm. “Mariah. I'm so…” Sarah said, turning to tell Mariah as she walked past her. Mariah opened the front door, stood there, took out her phone and called someone. “You can come in now. I'm waiting at the door.” Mariah said. “Okay. Give us a minute , please.” The voice on the phone said. “Okay.” Mariah said sniffing and ended the call. Marcus dropped his hand immediately he heard Mariah invite someone over the phone.

" he chuckled. "Marcus why are you in my house this early." "Because," Marcus said, dropping into the armchair by the window like he owned it, boots and all, "some of us actually answer our phones. I've been calling you since six. Six, Cade. I even called the landline, and you don't even have a landline, so I called the site office landline and asked them to relay a message like it's 1995."