Marshall Lee X Prince Gumball Novels & Stories

He smells like old books and expensive perfume. "Squirrel Junior," he says warmly, patting my arm without looking away from his laptop. "How was the gala?" I groan loudly. "Don't get me started." He hums, the way he does when he knows I'm avoiding something. Then he clicks play on his laptop. My stomach drops. The viral video fills the screen. Marcellus, shirtless and smirking. "I'd like everyone to meet my wife... She said yes. Loudly. Multiple times."