Boyfriends 72

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Chapter 72

Marcus

My eyes widened at both her audacity and inability to be irrational. I scrunched up my nose and folded my hands but the next thing I heard was a whimper and when I turned, she was crying.

What the fuck?

“Look, this is not the-” I swallowed back what I wanted to say and looked at her. “What is in this jotter?”

“All I have left about her.”

I frowned. “About who?”

“My grandma,” she sniffed. “Please you can punish me with anything else but not this. I can’t stand knowing that all I have is going to be taken.”

I still had no idea where she was driving at and I truly did not take her note. I didn’t even think of it because it didn’t cross my mind for once.

I felt mildly irritated by her line of reasoning but I paused to listen to her. Maybe I could just stop being Mr Hills and be Marcus? I don’t know why I think they’re both two different personalities but I know Marcus is the softer version and the one who would try to listen to her sobs.

“I will never be able to recreate those memories again and losing them means losing all. I can only remember my parents through her stories which are also locked in that jotter. Do you have any idea how tough it is to watch your mother’s voice fade from your memory?”

NO.

I’d rather not even think of that but I huffed and she continued, not minding how dismissing my reaction was. “But I have an idea and I’ll tell you and everybody else who cares to listen that it sucks.” She sniffed. “I will not survive another day knowing even the words have lost their place in my life.”

I still did not say anything. I just reached for a bottle of beer and popped it open. I needed something to take me through her sob story.

“She has dementia.” That came out without me asking so I brushed my jaw and relaxed a bit. Maybe I could stand a chance to understand this girl?

“I hate that the only person I have left in this world can barely recognize me. She doesn’t even remember having anyone aside from my mom and it sucks cause we were the last two standing when both my mom and dad passed away.”

A chortle followed but it was just her way of staying composed. “I was there some time ago to face my fears and it was confirmed so don’t look at me that way. The doctor says she has moderate dementia but it’s fast becoming severe dementia. It’s crazy to know that in the long run, I’m losing her completely

A lump formed in my throat. Hell, I also feel this way whenever I think of Ian. It’s so heartbreaking and now I know why she was feeling all sad.

“Uh–I don’t know how but I’m just going to take a look around to see if it slipped from your bag or something.”

Her hopeful eyes lifted to me and she gave a small nod.

“Stay right here and I’ll be back.” I walked away and paused. “Don’t have a heart attack.”

I can’t tell if she frowned or laughed but all I could think of was how to get her the book so she could leave before Paul and

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Chapter 72

Ian make It to the penthouse

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I found the book right under the pillow she slept on. Good lord.

I returned to where she was and handed it to her. “Here. Found under the pillow you slept on.”

“Oh my god.” She gripped my hand tightly. “Thank you. Thank you, thank you.”

I

gave

a small nod and she turned back to me. “I still blame myself for a better part of it. Maybe if she was seeing me more often, it wouldn’t have deteriorated. I mean, who knows?” she sighed. “But I was too selfish to stay back, I left and–and it just—” She could no longer continue so I touched her hands slightly.

“It’s okay, Melissa. It’s fine okay? We all have regrets but you should never have regrets for wanting better for yourself. That’s the least you could do for yourself.”

“But now she doesn’t remember how to make pancakes and that sucks. Ourgh, her pancakes used to be good. I mean, I could literally live on that for the rest of my life.”

Her face lit up and that sent a jolt to my body. I smiled back. The tears were drying up real quick and the corner of her lips curled up.

“Do you know I tried to make pancakes and I almost burnt down the house?”

Hell, how was I supposed to know that? I raised my brow and she chuckled before shaking her head. “So here’s the thing. Grandma believes in being a philanthropist and that made her make so many cookies, pancakes and sometimes waffles just so she can share them with the kids in the foster home.”

“Now, one day I got sick of having to assist with sharing these things and getting just one damn plate so I returned home to make some more for myself, and good lord I don’t even.”

I found myself laughing at this little revelation from her childhood. “Guess you’ve been really selfish then.”

“Excuse me?” she dragged, still laughing.

I raised

my shoulders. “That’s what I learned from your story.”

“My grandma whooped my ass. It was crazy, I couldn’t even say a word to

“Throw you into a foster home.”

anyone. But

guess

what she did?”

“Nooooo. She gave me cookies, as many as I wanted.”

“Hmmmm.”

“Yeah,” she huffed. “She’s still so damn strong even in her illness. I can’t miss out on the part where she threw me a bottle ‘cause she thought I was a thief.”