Eight Years His Girlfriend, Thirty Days His Downfall - Chapter 49: Chapter 49
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I heard soft chuckles before I opened my eyes. Marcus's hand was on his mouth as he tried to stifle his laughter. He murmured something which sounded close to 'cute' but I shoved the thought aside as that couldn't be possible.
"Fine I'll think about it. We don't normally let anyone rent our hotels for a month but since we have joined our businesses I will think about it "
Now it was my chance to grin like a Cheshire cat.
"You want coffee?" Marcus asked with hopeful glint in his eyes.
"Down at the cafe?"
"No office coffee" he said with a serious tone.
"What? You've got to be kidding me!" I exclaimed, astonished.
"It's tasty" Marcus stood up gesturing at me to follow him.
"Cheap!" I mumbled somewhat loudly, earning a chuckle from him.
"I have so much work so I have no time to go to the cafe"
I narrowed my eyes shooting daggers at him in a playful manner. He shook his head with a smile and walked past me.
His entire staff was eyeing us as we walked. Marcus slowed his pace so that I could catch up. When I came near him, he grabbed my hand, holding it tightly in his.
My eyes widened in surprise but I kept quiet since I liked the warmth of his hand on mine. It was so comfortable and so sweet.
I saw all the employees' jaws dropping as they saw Marcus and I walking, holding hands.
I mean what are they expecting? I thought everyone knew about our marriage by now. Specially the employees. But I guess they are not used to seeing this side of Marcus. And neither am I.
We went to a small room with a coffee machine. Marcus made coffee for both of us and he blew on mine for a while before handing it to me. We sipped our hot coffee quietly, enjoying the taste and the comfortable silence around us.
"We will be leaving tomorrow to your parents house"
I nodded while drinking my coffee.
"What should I buy to please your mom?"
I laughed out loud, snorting as he asked it. I quickly bit my lip and looked away embarrassed that I snorted.
After composing myself, I turned to Marcus who had a small smile on his lips.
"She can't be pleased. Ever" I shook my head in a no.
"Well maybe I can try and give her a flower bouquet"
"Oh ho ho nope! She won't like it. I know her better. She won't be happy that easily "
"Oh my god, I love it. This made my day. I wish you were my son. I'm very pleased"
My mouth was hanging open as my mom hugged Marcus after he gave her the flower bouquet.
Marcus turned to me and gave me a wink. I scrunched my nose in disgust as I looked at my squealing mom.
She looked as if Santa had given her a present for Christmas. My father and Jake were both beside me, their expressions mirroring mine.
Mom's eyes shifted to me and she narrowed her eyes, giving me a message that I was dead meat. I gulped nervously and trudged near dad for protection.
My mom could be insane when she was mad. I even told dad when I was small to send mom to an asylum whenever she got mad. She heard that and tortured me for the entire week with her awful blueberry pie.
We went to the huge balcony on the third floor which was as big as a living room in our massive house.
Mom had prepared tea for us. I had never been this warmly welcomed by my family, ever. Jake was as flabbergasted as me.
We talked for a while and thankfully my mom didn't make her favorite blueberry pie. It was awful and no one dared to tell her that since everyone was afraid of the consequences.
While we were talking I saw Marcus looking around with a worried expression. He eyed our house intently with a pained look as if he was searching for something.
I suddenly realized what it was.
It was something that I forgot to tell him.
It was something that this big house lacked.
A pool.
Run, run Rudolph, Santa's got to make it to town
Santa make him hurry, tell him he can take the freeway down
Run, run Rudolph 'cause I'm reelin' like a merry-go-round
Chuck Berry's song played on the small transistor radio by the window as the men in the living room danced with beer bottles grasped in their hands and a man twirled his pregnant wife around and around as she giggled hysterically.
The snow on the ground, thick enough to come up to a grown man's knees, coated the surroundings in pure bliss. An old man shoveled the snow which had covered his narrow driveway. He waved his hand from the other side of the road when he noticed the small boy staring at him from the window across the street.
The foggy window covered the bruises on his face as he smiled at the man.
"Man slow down, your wife is pregnant" the man chuckled in his raspy voice.
The boy quickly leaned away from the window, hearing the voice he dreaded most coming from behind him. He slowly sat on the floor, bringing his knees close to his chest.
"Fine I'll think about it. We don't normally let anyone rent our hotels for a month but since we have joined our businesses I will think about it "
Now it was my chance to grin like a Cheshire cat.
"You want coffee?" Marcus asked with hopeful glint in his eyes.
"Down at the cafe?"
"No office coffee" he said with a serious tone.
"What? You've got to be kidding me!" I exclaimed, astonished.
"It's tasty" Marcus stood up gesturing at me to follow him.
"Cheap!" I mumbled somewhat loudly, earning a chuckle from him.
"I have so much work so I have no time to go to the cafe"
I narrowed my eyes shooting daggers at him in a playful manner. He shook his head with a smile and walked past me.
His entire staff was eyeing us as we walked. Marcus slowed his pace so that I could catch up. When I came near him, he grabbed my hand, holding it tightly in his.
My eyes widened in surprise but I kept quiet since I liked the warmth of his hand on mine. It was so comfortable and so sweet.
I saw all the employees' jaws dropping as they saw Marcus and I walking, holding hands.
I mean what are they expecting? I thought everyone knew about our marriage by now. Specially the employees. But I guess they are not used to seeing this side of Marcus. And neither am I.
We went to a small room with a coffee machine. Marcus made coffee for both of us and he blew on mine for a while before handing it to me. We sipped our hot coffee quietly, enjoying the taste and the comfortable silence around us.
"We will be leaving tomorrow to your parents house"
I nodded while drinking my coffee.
"What should I buy to please your mom?"
I laughed out loud, snorting as he asked it. I quickly bit my lip and looked away embarrassed that I snorted.
After composing myself, I turned to Marcus who had a small smile on his lips.
"She can't be pleased. Ever" I shook my head in a no.
"Well maybe I can try and give her a flower bouquet"
"Oh ho ho nope! She won't like it. I know her better. She won't be happy that easily "
"Oh my god, I love it. This made my day. I wish you were my son. I'm very pleased"
My mouth was hanging open as my mom hugged Marcus after he gave her the flower bouquet.
Marcus turned to me and gave me a wink. I scrunched my nose in disgust as I looked at my squealing mom.
She looked as if Santa had given her a present for Christmas. My father and Jake were both beside me, their expressions mirroring mine.
Mom's eyes shifted to me and she narrowed her eyes, giving me a message that I was dead meat. I gulped nervously and trudged near dad for protection.
My mom could be insane when she was mad. I even told dad when I was small to send mom to an asylum whenever she got mad. She heard that and tortured me for the entire week with her awful blueberry pie.
We went to the huge balcony on the third floor which was as big as a living room in our massive house.
Mom had prepared tea for us. I had never been this warmly welcomed by my family, ever. Jake was as flabbergasted as me.
We talked for a while and thankfully my mom didn't make her favorite blueberry pie. It was awful and no one dared to tell her that since everyone was afraid of the consequences.
While we were talking I saw Marcus looking around with a worried expression. He eyed our house intently with a pained look as if he was searching for something.
I suddenly realized what it was.
It was something that I forgot to tell him.
It was something that this big house lacked.
A pool.
Run, run Rudolph, Santa's got to make it to town
Santa make him hurry, tell him he can take the freeway down
Run, run Rudolph 'cause I'm reelin' like a merry-go-round
Chuck Berry's song played on the small transistor radio by the window as the men in the living room danced with beer bottles grasped in their hands and a man twirled his pregnant wife around and around as she giggled hysterically.
The snow on the ground, thick enough to come up to a grown man's knees, coated the surroundings in pure bliss. An old man shoveled the snow which had covered his narrow driveway. He waved his hand from the other side of the road when he noticed the small boy staring at him from the window across the street.
The foggy window covered the bruises on his face as he smiled at the man.
"Man slow down, your wife is pregnant" the man chuckled in his raspy voice.
The boy quickly leaned away from the window, hearing the voice he dreaded most coming from behind him. He slowly sat on the floor, bringing his knees close to his chest.
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