Chapter 64
Melissa
I can’t tell what woke me first–the buzz of my phone on the table or the comforting smell of coffee that permeated the air. I opened my eyes and buried my head in the pillow before taking another four seconds to tell my body it was time to rise- and maybe shine.
“Good morning,” Marcus said and I splintered one eye open to see Marcus. He was standing beside the bed with a tray. I could already perceive the smell of coffee so I could tell he brought me breakfast.
“Good morning,” I croaked, rubbing my eyes and sitting up at the same time.
“Did you have a good night’s rest?” he asked and I yawned before giving a small nod. He lowered the tray to the table and then I smiled at the sight of fresh fluffy pancakes topped with fresh berries and a drizzle of maple syrup.
“Is this for me?” I asked with a sweet smile even though I could tell it was. Why else would he bring in this tray here?
“Should I answer that?” he asked me and I shook my head while taking off the sheets from my leg. My fresh thighs came into view due to the T–shirt I was wearing.
It was his and no, I didn’t go to meet him to request it. I actually found it on the bed and he must have thought about it and placed it there himself.
“This looks so delicious.” His eyes crinkled at the corner and I noticed the small smile tugged on his lips.
“Did you make this?”
“If I were you, Miss Kane, I would focus more on enjoying my meal.”
I didn’t respond to that instead I stretched to the tray and reached for the mug. I raised the mug and I smiled at him. The coffee was exactly how I liked it. Creamy with a layer of frothed milk on the top. “How did you know?” I asked. When I realized my question wasn’t really clear, I licked my bottom lip. “How did you know this is how I like my coffee?”
He shrugged. “Let’s say I know everything
I need to
know about my employees.”
Now when he said that, I felt a rush of guilt. I don’t even know if I should be feeling this or not but I suddenly felt like an ass,
“I’m sorry for how I spoke to you yesterday, Mr. Hills.”
“Which part?” he asked raising his brows and then I just regretted apologising.
“I don’t remember most except the part I called you path
“Oh.”
He didn’t say anything else until I stuffed a part of the pancake into my mouth and then he decided to ask. “Do you still feel
sore?”
I arched my brow like I was trying to check and confirm and then I used my finger to wipe the maple syrup from my mouth. The buzzing sound came next, interrupting me and making him turn his attention to my phone.
I quickly slid my phone into the blankets and gave a quick smile “I don’t feel sore anymore.”
My teeth sank into my bottom lip as I waited for his response.
“What was that?”
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“What?” I arched my brows and then slightly turned my head to the left. “Oh. It was the alarm, sorry.”
“Your alarm has a name,” he said without a rising tone. He didn’t make it seem like he was asking a question and that left me with no option but to take another bite from my pancake.
“Nate Bisley doesn’t look like 9:00 am or 9:15 am that the alarm chose to ring.”
Of course, it didn’t. I shouldn’t have forgotten how smart Marcus Hills is and how quickly he gets things.
“Right.”
“But what I don’t understand is why you had to lie.” Derision thickened his voice and after taking a sip from the mug, I lowered it back to the train.
“Look, I just think he called at the wrong time and you— Mr. Hills, you don’t even like Nate.”
“I don’t?” he sneered. “Nate is my employee and not just that, one of the best I have had work with me in the past three years.”
I hated how he changed everything despite knowing what I meant. Would he have been okay with me taking Nate’s call just when he was asking me if I was still sore?
“You know that’s not what I mean.”
“But I just made it what you meant and you’ve done nothing to counter it.”
“What am I supposed to do?” I asked with a frown. “You knew what I meant and you chose to change the narratives.”
“You don’t have to lie, Melissa.”
I swallowed the lump in my throat, How come I don’t have to but he did when I asked him about the bag and if he searched it. Or again, his son can lie about not having an affair but still fuck my best friend and lie about it but I can’t?
I paused before I could go further and get pissed. Maybe I should ask him about this and if it isn’t hypocrisy.
“Can I ask you a question?”
Marcus looked at me. “Except it’s work–related, I don’t want to hear it.”
I scoffed. It’s not about work.”
“What is it then? If i
“But—”
a per
question, I don’t want to hear it, Miss Kane.”
“Is it about you?”
“Me?” I reiterated with a scowl. What could I ask him about myself? If he’s been enjoying the thrill of having me on his bed? Hell no. I’m not ready for what may be Marcus‘
This man is just too complex and I hate it. response “Mr. Hills, I know you don’t want to hear it but talking about you a little won’t hurt a
know you.”
“Then don’t feed the need.”
My scowl deepened. “What?”
“You heard me, Melissa. Don’t feed the need.”
I mean— I just feel the need to
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“Why?” I managed to ask.
“Because you don’t have to know me.”
