Page 98 of Love Thief

Chapter

Thirty

MARCUS

Kasey fucking Becker.

I look at his social media account pages someone has left open for me—what a surprise, they’re all so transparent. After James gave them/us all hell for four days and then left, they’ve tried everything to turn me against my son. No one, it seems, likes the truth. Especially from an eighteen year old with an acid tongue and zero fucks if they care or not.

Xan walks in through the front door to find me in the same place he left me last night.

“Have you seen these?” I flap my hand at the pictures of Cornhill, Becker and Pinky. “How the fuck did he get there?” His navy blue eyes shine out of the screen at me, his hair lighter than mine, but blonde, definitely highlighted, 6ft 2 ripped man, loving it up with Pinky. I can almost smell the sunshine, the flowers, a light rose, summer rain…. No, no, no, get the fuck out of my mind. “Is he there for her? Maybe Lauren is right, they’re not mine.”

Xander walks out.

I close my eyes for a moment, take a deep breath, and stand up. He won’t take much more of my shit, especially that. “Xan. Xan,” I bellow. He walks back in and just stands in the doorway, looking at me. “You know I don’t mean that.”

“Then don’t fucking say it. It’s bad enough they’re all spewing it. It isn’t right, and you need to stop it.” He’s angry and upset. Well, join the club.

“Yeah, yeah I will.” I go outside and lay on a sunbed, a half bottle of whiskey at the side of it. I pick it up and take a swig. “Why is he there, anyway?” I ask, trying to pretend I’m not actually interested. When all I want is to be there, with her.

“Reshoots in London. Bit of down time, then he’ll go stay in her apartment.”

I sit up. What the— “Is he trying to move in on my pregnant wife?”

“Why do you care? You'll be divorced in a few months. I saw the papers they brought for you to sign. Will you do it before she has them or after?” Spitting fury at me in every word.

I laugh harshly. “You really think it will get as far as that? You’re kidding yourself. And, yes, I’ll divorce her. She promised me,” I roar at him. I’m fucking deranged, my mind disintegrating daily.

“She never. And to be honest, you need to think about what James said. If you didn’t want children, why didn’t you use a condom with her? Why play that game with her? Why? It makes no sense.” He’s defending her as usual. No one takes my side.

“Don’t you fucking start. I’ve got my vasectomy booked, don’t you worry, no more babies. I should have done it years ago,” I hiss out.

“Yeah, you should have. You could have saved Evie from all this shit.” His disgust is evident on his face.

“Fucking Evie. What about me?” I roar at him as he walks out. He doesn’t come back, and I lose myself in the bottle for the rest of the day.

Iwake up with a start, dreaming of Evie and I, in Devon, in her room. With the windows open, the light breeze coming in, blowing the sheer curtains inwards along with her scent, listening to the ocean in the distance.

I groan and see her hair in my hands. But there’s two of them.

What the?

I have two women on me, both with the same colour hair she has. But definitely not her.

“Get the fuck off!” I shout and push at them. They’ve obviously seen the evidence of my dream and it’s given them a bit of encouragement. They’ve pounced.

“You’re so big, let me make you feel better,” Lauren says, making my fucking skin crawl.

“No, leave me the fuck alone,” I snarl, the disgust in my voice amplifying the look on my face. ”And take that shit down about those babies not being mine,” I rant at them both.

“But you don’t know if they are yours. Evie was always flirting with people. She had loads of boyfriends, it was a procession most of the time,” she lies through her teeth.

“They’re mine, take it down,” I demand, my face now deadpan.

She huffs and puffs but agrees to. She’s a lying bitch, she’ll probably reload it under a different guise. I wonder what Jonno is waiting for. I would have thought he would have caused her a few issues by now.

They go off to find Gabe, and as I walk in later in the day, he has them in the lounge, a full-on sex show. One sat on top of him fucking him, whilst the other is sat next to him with his fingers inside her, both making totally ridiculous porn star noises. I roll my eyes at him, and walk on, but he grabs hold of my arm and pulls me down to kiss him.

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