Chapter 63
Melissa
The moment I got into the so–called room available for me, my jaw dropped. I began to question myself, asking myself what on earth this whole thing was.
I am enjoying the thrill of fucking my ex–boyfriend’s father but there’s a shocking reminder that I am falling for my Boss and I don’t even know which is crazier.
I should feel angry that Marcus went through my bag. That’s an invasion of privacy and it’s wrong but I didn’t say shit and just pretended like he didn’t just tell me he saw my note and all my erotic fantasies.
I should probably be feigning anger but there’s nothing and that was where I picked my anger from. I looked around the cozy room with warm lighting.
“No, Mels. You can’t let Marcus think that he can do anything without a consequence.”
I clenched my jaw at how I was becoming nothing like the strong–willed woman I told myself I was. Just because he’s my Boss and the man I’m fucking doesn’t make him any bigger to invade my privacy.
With that thought in mind, I pulled the door open and walked back to the sitting room. He was right there, sitting on the couch. He was dressed in a loose–fitted T–shirt and a short. It felt so good to see his toned legs. He was hairy, in need of a shave but not too important because he looked just as good.
I swallowed the lump in my throat as I
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He dropped the magazine he was holding and up. “Can I help you, Miss Kane?”
“Marcus you cannot keep doing this.” I that.”
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wed hard. “You can’t invade my privacy and think there’s nothing wrong with
“You didn’t look like it was an issue thirty minutes ago”
“Well, it is now and I think I deserve an apology.”
“An apology?” he asked, looking at me like I just said something absurd.
I gave a nod and he grinned, making my mouth downturn. “I also think there should be a better way to approach me.” “Why’s that?”
“Because I’m your-”
“Boss,” I sneered. “Of course, I didn’t forget that, Marcus. I also did not forget how fucking.”
id you’re Marcus when we are
“We’re not fucking now, are we?”
I swallowed back. I wasn’t expecting him to have a comeback to that so I just sniffed and clenched my jaw still.
“Doesn’t change anything. You’ll be Mr. Hills when we’re at the oflice. I deserve an apology for reading my book and putting yourself in my private space.
“I did not invade your privacy,” he announced. “I didn’t read more than the first paragraph.”
My heart squeezed. Why didn’t he? Was it so boring that he couldn’t go on or maybe it was full of cringe and unrealistic fantasies and he didn’t see the need to—
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“How am I supposed to–believe that?” I asked him, keeping a straight face and a slightly tightened mouth.
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“Because you don’t have a choice.” He picked back the magazine he dropped on the couch and reached for the glass of wine. He raised it to his lips but he didn’t sip from it.
“If I really wanted to know what your fantasies are, I’ll take you on this couch and bend you over. I’ll make you every sentence to me while I thrust into you.”
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He then took a pretty slow sip from the glass and grinned. Marcus was just something else and he knew how much he could make me lose my sanity.
“You’re pathetic,” I mumbled under my breath not sure he heard it but I still wanted him to. I walked away and locked the door behind me.
My reality set in again. I was really in Marcus‘ house when I should be in mine, thinking of how to send some money to my grandma and how to act like an adult.
I’ve been acting like an adult since I was eighteen but it feels different now that college is no longer part of my nightmares. I successfully finished that and while others were searching for jobs, I was lucky enough to not be on that team.
Marcus retained me and turned me into a permanent staff but the only crazy thing about this new role is that I get to work in handy with Andra. She’s like a daymare since I get to spend most of my days with her and exchanging files.
I have no idea why Marcus would do that but he’s the Boss and no one questions him. I miss Chloe so much. At times like this, we’d get on a call to maybe talk about how she’s making dinner for Frank or something else.
Most times, she’s the one doing the talking and I, the listening because I’ve never been able to open up to just anyone. I also wish I could tell her I’m fucking the boss and see what her reaction would be, but I can’t.
The only thing I was left to do was to pick up my phone and scroll through my contact list until I found Nate’s number. I scoffed and typed the first text.
MELISSA: Hey there. Sleeping or looking for the next girl to fuck?
I looked at my text and laughed at how I could say things exactly how they were. I didn’t send the text though, I just couldn’t so I cleared the text and thought of something instead.
MELISSA: Hi. Felt a little sick and that’s why I had to leave earlier. I’m fine now, don’t call me, thanks.
I sent that and I smiled. He hasn’t changed a bit and I still hate him but I guess the hatred is lesser now that I have embraced that Nate Bisley is always going to be a jerk.
Aren’t all the men I know jerks? From Ian Hills to Nate Bisley and right back to Marcus Hills, the biggest jerk of all time.
“Good lord, I need a fucking break.”
