Chapter 92
Melissa
I shook my head in disapproval because it began making more sense now than ever. I know Ian never took me as a lover let alone a friend but I just couldn’t believe he could keep something this important from me all the while we dated.
“I uh–I don’t even know what to say right now.”
Marcus stood still and only gave a nod. He must have thought about it and he definitely understands what I’m talking about. How could a partner keep this from you?
“I don’t even get why he’d keep this.” He frowned. “You never noticed his check–ups? They’ve been fixed since he was a teenager.
I shook my head and squinted, trying to wrap my hands around the whole thing. “I asked him. He–he said it was a normal check–up for his asthma.”
He fucking lied to me and I could feel tears well in my eyes.
“Come here,” Marcus called and pulled me into a hug. “Which one hurts more? That he’s dying or that he never saw you worthy to open up to?”
I tried to swallow back the lump as I gasped. “I really don’t know
“I’d be shattered if I got to find out something this big after Kyra’s death. Luckily, I got to know everything while she was alive and even on the sick bed. I understand how you feel, Melissa.”
More tears pooled in my eyes because, for the first time in my life, it didn’t feel like I was overreacting. It felt so good to be in his arms as when he kissed my forehead, it felt like home. “I’ll make sure you get the apology you deserve. I trained Ian to be better than this.”
“It’s okay,” I responded. To an extent, it really is. Knowing he’s probably somewhere fighting for his life only made me bothered and very forgiving. My phone buzzed in my pocket and when I looked at the screen I gasped. “Oh shit. I have to go -work calls.”
“Hmm. I’m glad you haven’t ruined your makeup yet.”
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I only gave him a small smile and turned to the door. My strides increased as I headed to the hallway.
Everywhere was already decorated in velvet ribbons and white dendrobium orchids. The champagne glasses were already set on the round table. I smiled at the smartly dressed waiter beside me as he handed the menu to me.
I muttered a few words of appreciation and placed it on the table shortly before turning to the corridor. I needed a moment to put myself together and act like everything that just happened in the last hour wasn’t having such a major effect on me.
“Here you are,” a familiar voice beckoned. I knew who it was without turning because his cologne gave him away. These rich people have one thing in common; having a special cologne assigned to their name. I am a lover of perfumes but I’m a nonentity when it comes to these men.
“Jackson,” I responded unsure of how else I could formally call him. I doubt I’ve ever heard his surname and well–that isn’t my fault.
“You look a lot brighter than the last time we met.”
I’m pleased with his ability to notice features beyond just expensive clothes and body physiques. I can barely even remember what he wore the previous day or what his mood felt like. I just remember him trying to act like a jerk in front of Marcus and how that escalated quickly to Andra being blamed, me getting fucked, and other things that followed.
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“Well, I uh–I guess that’s a good thing,” I finally answered. Sex with the person you are in love with is definitely a good way to look brighter. I feel a lot connected to Marcus now and somehow, I’m not scared to come out with him to the open. I’m not scared to let the world know what we have despite my past relationship with his son and from the look of things, he’s not scared either. What I don’t know is if he’s ready.
“A very good thing.”
I gave a nod. “If you’ll excuse me, I need to get ready for the conference.”
He cleared his throat. “Melissa Kane.”
I paused as my full name fell from his mouth. “Yes?”
“We have an unfixed date,” he announced. His voice exuded imperiousness as he took a sip from his glass of wine. “When are we going to have our moment together?”
Sudden irritation spiked up my veins as I listened to him. How did I even flirt with a man like this? I was definitely blinded by the need to get Marcus to feel triggered and well, it worked but I no longer need this nincompoop around.
My brows knitted in confusion and when he noticed the look on my face, he lifted his hands. “I am not going to harm you.” I was already feeling cataustrophic around him. He was a sociable man but his unrestrained wolflike leer made me very uncomfortable around him.
“You can’t,” I responded firmly. “And besides, today is already such a tight day for me.”
“But you’ll be leaving tomorrow,” he interrupted. “Fine. What are the chances of complimentary champagne when I visit?”
Just before I could respond, I heard my name from the crowd and my heart leaped in victory. “I’ll go get that, it sounds urgent.”
I walked away and headed to nowhere in particular. I had no idea who even called me but as I looked over my shoulder and, kept moving, I bumped into Marcus.
He lowered his head so he could whisper something to my ear. “If you keep walking around looking this way, I just will off everything to you.”
I held back a chuckle. “But for me to inherit it means you’d have to die.”
“Not difficult. I already did in the course of watching other men talk to you and try to have you.”
And just like that, I felt relieved.
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