Chapter 32
Melissa
I gave a nod because more than anything I needed to know what could get Marcus this way. He mentioned her name again, the same one he dedicated his award to.
I swallowed hard as a flush of jealousy waved through me. My heart squeezed but I brushed it off. Why on earth should I be jealous if my Boss has a lover?
It was none of my business but it had something to do with his state of mind so it became my business.
“Yes,” I said softly. “Tell me what happened, Marcus. Everything
My chest rose and fell and his head sat there calmly. This made no sense but it didn’t feel wrong either. Yes, Mr. Hills is my Boss and Ian’s father but Marcus needs me.
He needs someone to be with him and that so happened to be me. I wondered if he really thought of me or if it was the alcohol that prompted him to.
But whichever it is, he called me and that’s what matters.
“You left me,” he started and a sniff followed. “How the hell did you think I could take care of our son?”
My heart skipped. Holy shit. Kyra is Ian’s mother…
“I wish I didn’t let you go, Kyra. I blame myself every day for it. I shouldn’t have listened to you when you insisted on attending the party.” He paused and hiccupped and I gently placed my hands on his back and stopped patting him.
“Ian was just six months old. Shit, I had no idea how to take care of that little boy. I wished you were there, making your videos for your channel.”
Channel?? Did she have a channel?
“But you weren’t and I had to work shifts and work harder to make sure I kept my promise to you. It’s been 21 years now fuck, I’m just so glad you’re here with me.”
Marcus is so down that he thinks I’m Kyra. For a moment, I got conflicted on how to act. Should I be his Kyra for the moment and make him feel better or should I stop acting like her because it’s wrong— it would piss him off to know I saw him in this state and I took advantage of it.
“Please don’t leave,” he whispers again and I push his head closer to my chest. I know how it feels to lose someone, someone so dear, and hell— I could feel Marcus‘ pain.
He stretched his hands to the table to grab the bottle of whiskey but I took it from his hands. “No, Marcus. You can’t keep drinking. Give me that,” I said and took it from his hands. I placed it away and sighed audibly,
“You should have seen my face when I heard it.”
“Heard what?” I asked knowing I shouldn’t be asking about his personal life. It was wrong but the urge to know Marcus better and share his pain was killing me.
“Those assholes made up stories and circulated it on the anniversary of your death. They said you committed suicide and Kyra–I was so pissed. I could have strangled him if I saw him but I didn’t so I allowed my legal team to take care of it.”
I listened to him carefully.
“These journalists are crazy and I hate every one of them. They all just want to pry and make you an object for their benefit.
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Chapter 32
That’s why I hate accepting interviews. I dislike every single person who has asked me for an interview.”
Wait what??
Does that also mean that he hates me?? No, he permitted me to ask questions and I didn’t even ask about Kyra despite wanting to know.
I looked back at him and his white shirt was already left unbuttoned.
“Hell no, Melissa,” I blurted to myself. There’s no fucking way I just thought about fucking Marcus.
Don’t get me wrong–that’s what this whole thing has been about right? But then–Marcus is fucking drunk and I’m not about to take advantage of a man who thinks he’s talking to the dead mother of his child.
“I got them to take it down and that’s what matters. I don’t want anyone saying anything bad about you.”
I gave a small smile but the moment his lips brushed my jaw, I gasped. It sent a jolt to my body and I swallowed hard.
Before I could figure out anything else, Marcus‘ lips were on mine. My brain didn’t wait to think before I let him in. I allowed myself to loosen up and I pulled him closer. He groaned as I spun and shifted closer to him.
He reached for my legs and I turned, sitting on his thigh. He groaned as my ass touched his pelvis. His hands gripped the back of my neck and I anchored myself in place. Everything else around us faded; the bottles on the floor, the scattered books, and the broken and shattered glasses around.
I grind into him and he bit his lower lip, holding me right where he wanted me. I felt him grow hard and shit, I adjusted myself, allowing myself to feel his hard–on. I moaned softly, it felt so heavenly like the way I envisioned it but this time— I knew it had to be better. “Shit, Marcus.” My hands moved until I was removing his belt.
He growled into my mouth, momentarily taking charge of the moment and making my body float from the euphoria of having my sex itch and his erection pressed against me.
“You are so fucking hot,” he gasped and kissed me back. He explored my body with his hands and in unison, I clawed him closer, wanting him so badly.
We both felt it–a rise in the atmosphere and a need to be fulfilled.
Shit, I want more and he wants more.
We need more.
He began breathing hard and in the middle of a long passionate kiss, he stopped. “I need you— I need to fuck you.”
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