Eight Years His Girlfriend, Thirty Days His Downfall - Chapter 90: Chapter 90
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He leaned down for another kiss but I bent back my head and laughed loudly, tears pricking my eyes at his overprotectiveness. "Marcus I have been living well for 24 years. And you are just leaving for a few days. Not forever"
He shook his head and pressed another kiss on my lips. "Everything's not the same. You're with me now. I don't want you to get hurt again"
"Fine fine my prince charming. I'll be eagerly waiting for your arrival" I stood on my tip toes and gave him a kiss on his forehead.
"Call me if anything happens"
"Gosh you are overreacting. Fine I'll call you"
I pushed him away before he could give me another kiss. I winked at him and walked away to the shoot. Marcus stared at me for a while with worry filled eyes and walked out the door.
"Bitch" I turned to the sound behind me. Clara was standing with her hands on her hips.
"You really have him wrapped around your little finger don't you? I don't get what he sees in you. Maybe he wants to take your money and become even richer"
I rolled my eyes and looked to my left as I heard someone clearing their throat. "Who's this bitch?" Blair said pointing at Clara.
"Bolton bitch with freckles on her tummy". Both Blair and I toppled to the floor, laughing at my hilarious joke.
"Very funny" Clara said in a mocking tone and walked past us, purposely bumping into me on her way.
"Maybe you should ask your husband if I have freckles on my tummy. He has seen me. All of me" Clara smirked and winked at me.
"Wait what? Don't tell me he slept with her?" Blair asked, dumbfounded.
"Apparently yes, three days before our marriage"
"What the hell? Do you want me to beat him up?"
I laughed loudly and leaned in to whisper in her ear "Are you willing to be my secret warrior?"
"Does it pay well?" She whispered back earning another laugh from me.
"Rowan" My brother came running, his phone dangling between his fingers. His disheveled hair was bouncing up and down as he hopped towards me. But he stopped mid way seeing Blair and quickly ran his fingers through his hair, tidying it. Then he started walking elegantly like the Barbie in Princess charm school.
"Hi"
"Bye" Blair rolled her eyes and walked past Jake who had a disappointed pout on his face.
"You like her?"
"What-no of course not. I like her personality. She's feisty. My type of woman" Jake said while staring at the fading silhouette of Blair.
"That's exactly what you mean by liking someone. Anyways why are you here?"
"I found out classified information"
"How so?"
"Through Anderson's staff"
"You're not supposed to tell me how you got the info if it's classified" I shook my head at his immaturity.
"I'm older than you have some respect" He smacked my head and I yelled out in pain.
"So what info did you get?" Jake leaned in to whisper in my ear.
"Marcus's birthday is next month"
"Really. Oh my god how did I not know? What should we do?"
"I don't know. Last time I checked, he was your husband"
I slumped back in my chair, thinking about what to buy for him. I always hated going for birthdays of rich kids back in school because I had no idea of what to give them. They had everything and so was Marcus.
But everything except for a mother.
My eyes widened as an idea popped into my mind. He always used to cry out for his mother. His life was devastated without her. The best present I could ever give him was bringing his mother back into his life.
I jumped into Jake's arms with excitement. "Ew yuck! Get off me"
I went home in the evening and texted Marcus, asking him whether he wanted his bags packed. He gave me permission so I rummaged through his closet trying to find clothes to pack.
Most of Marcus's clothes were suits. So I really had no choice but to pack his best suits along with casual wear. I was folding them neatly when I felt two large arms wrap around my waist.
I smiled knowing who it was so I continued laying the folded clothes orderly in the suitcase. Marcus buried his head in the crook of my neck and inhaled deeply while pecking my collarbone.
"I will miss you"
"You are so cheesy. What happened to the rude man I married?" I asked teasingly.
"Long gone and never coming back" he started trailed kisses down my jaw to my throat, groaning softly as he nipped my tender skin. I hummed in contentment enjoying his lovely gestures.
"It's already late. Go and have a shower" I pushed Marcus to the bathroom and gave him his towel along with a pair of sweat shorts and a grey t-shirt. He narrowed his eyes in displeasure and closed the door.
After his confession he was all touchy in a cute way that made my heart skip a beat. I walked over to the bed to continue with my work but saw Marcus's phone on the nightstand.
I took it to see if he had changed the wallpaper. I unlocked his phone and smiled evilly, seeing that my photo still dominated in his wallpaper.
He shook his head and pressed another kiss on my lips. "Everything's not the same. You're with me now. I don't want you to get hurt again"
"Fine fine my prince charming. I'll be eagerly waiting for your arrival" I stood on my tip toes and gave him a kiss on his forehead.
"Call me if anything happens"
"Gosh you are overreacting. Fine I'll call you"
I pushed him away before he could give me another kiss. I winked at him and walked away to the shoot. Marcus stared at me for a while with worry filled eyes and walked out the door.
"Bitch" I turned to the sound behind me. Clara was standing with her hands on her hips.
"You really have him wrapped around your little finger don't you? I don't get what he sees in you. Maybe he wants to take your money and become even richer"
I rolled my eyes and looked to my left as I heard someone clearing their throat. "Who's this bitch?" Blair said pointing at Clara.
"Bolton bitch with freckles on her tummy". Both Blair and I toppled to the floor, laughing at my hilarious joke.
"Very funny" Clara said in a mocking tone and walked past us, purposely bumping into me on her way.
"Maybe you should ask your husband if I have freckles on my tummy. He has seen me. All of me" Clara smirked and winked at me.
"Wait what? Don't tell me he slept with her?" Blair asked, dumbfounded.
"Apparently yes, three days before our marriage"
"What the hell? Do you want me to beat him up?"
I laughed loudly and leaned in to whisper in her ear "Are you willing to be my secret warrior?"
"Does it pay well?" She whispered back earning another laugh from me.
"Rowan" My brother came running, his phone dangling between his fingers. His disheveled hair was bouncing up and down as he hopped towards me. But he stopped mid way seeing Blair and quickly ran his fingers through his hair, tidying it. Then he started walking elegantly like the Barbie in Princess charm school.
"Hi"
"Bye" Blair rolled her eyes and walked past Jake who had a disappointed pout on his face.
"You like her?"
"What-no of course not. I like her personality. She's feisty. My type of woman" Jake said while staring at the fading silhouette of Blair.
"That's exactly what you mean by liking someone. Anyways why are you here?"
"I found out classified information"
"How so?"
"Through Anderson's staff"
"You're not supposed to tell me how you got the info if it's classified" I shook my head at his immaturity.
"I'm older than you have some respect" He smacked my head and I yelled out in pain.
"So what info did you get?" Jake leaned in to whisper in my ear.
"Marcus's birthday is next month"
"Really. Oh my god how did I not know? What should we do?"
"I don't know. Last time I checked, he was your husband"
I slumped back in my chair, thinking about what to buy for him. I always hated going for birthdays of rich kids back in school because I had no idea of what to give them. They had everything and so was Marcus.
But everything except for a mother.
My eyes widened as an idea popped into my mind. He always used to cry out for his mother. His life was devastated without her. The best present I could ever give him was bringing his mother back into his life.
I jumped into Jake's arms with excitement. "Ew yuck! Get off me"
I went home in the evening and texted Marcus, asking him whether he wanted his bags packed. He gave me permission so I rummaged through his closet trying to find clothes to pack.
Most of Marcus's clothes were suits. So I really had no choice but to pack his best suits along with casual wear. I was folding them neatly when I felt two large arms wrap around my waist.
I smiled knowing who it was so I continued laying the folded clothes orderly in the suitcase. Marcus buried his head in the crook of my neck and inhaled deeply while pecking my collarbone.
"I will miss you"
"You are so cheesy. What happened to the rude man I married?" I asked teasingly.
"Long gone and never coming back" he started trailed kisses down my jaw to my throat, groaning softly as he nipped my tender skin. I hummed in contentment enjoying his lovely gestures.
"It's already late. Go and have a shower" I pushed Marcus to the bathroom and gave him his towel along with a pair of sweat shorts and a grey t-shirt. He narrowed his eyes in displeasure and closed the door.
After his confession he was all touchy in a cute way that made my heart skip a beat. I walked over to the bed to continue with my work but saw Marcus's phone on the nightstand.
I took it to see if he had changed the wallpaper. I unlocked his phone and smiled evilly, seeing that my photo still dominated in his wallpaper.
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