NovelBarThe woman leaned close to him, undeterred by his glum expression.
She had schemed to be there, claiming that her car had broken down before asking him to give her a ride home.
Marcus hadn't refused out of respect for her father, but he wasn't expecting to be seen by Melissa, of all people.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNot that he should be bothered by this — they had broken up, after all.
The problem was, he did feel bothered. He was flustered and angry and evenalittle regretful.
As soon as Melissa's car disappeared in the distance, Marcus got out of the car and slammed the door closed behind him.
He turned to his driver, instructing him to drive the girl home.
Feeling aggrieved, she also got out of the car and demanded, “Is it because of her?” Marcus stood tall and brooding in his black suit.
He lit a cigarette and took a couple of drags before asking, “Her, who?” “Melissa! From the Watson Group.
I heard that she got her position through Mr. Watson's help. She wouldn't have been promoted so fast if there was nothing going on between them.
So, are you rejecting me because of her? You can't possibly be unaware that I'm trying to pursue you. Do you honestly think that woman is worth more than | am?” She was shaking with emotion, and her tone turned aggressive with every word she spoke.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmInstead of answering her, Marcus put his cigarette out and got back inside the car. The girl tried to do the same, but he stopped her.
“She is the mother of my son,” he said, his tone icy. “While you are a nobody to me. What made you think you can insult her to my face?” He pulled the door closed, forcing her to back away, and then snapped at Ross, “Drive!” Ross had overheard every bit of their conversation, and couldn't be more pleased with its result. Still, he wasn't as cruel as his master. “It may not be a good idea, Mr. Fowler.” he said as he started the engine. “What if she runs into some hooligans if we leave her all by herself?”
“I don't care!” Marcus glanced at the rearview mirror and saw the girl stamping her feet, no doubt throwing a tantrum.
Ross grinned. “Well, it's not her fault. This is on you, really, you ladykiller.
Despite being a father, you still have a flock of women constantly chasing after you. If | were Melissa, Id be furious, too.
Ah, where are we headed, by the way?” Marcus clicked his tongue and leaned back in his seat. He didn't care for Ross’ words, either.
He fiddled with his phone for a while before asking James out for a drink. It was cold, and it was late. James dragged himself out of bed and did not hesitate to give Marcus a piece of his mind. “Look here, you may be single, but | have a wife and children to keep me company in my nice, ‘warm home. Seriously, if you weren't helping with my business, | would never go out in the middle of the night just to drink and listen to your woes. Tell me, did you have another fight with Melissa? Why don't you just go straight to her and ask her if she still loves you, huh? Be a man and beg on your knees!”
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