Page 29 of Wicked Truths

My eyes cut to Marcus.

He’s been nothing but good to me.

Yeah, he occasionally talks shit and drives me crazy, but his words are often at odds with his actions. He’s complicated and multilayered.

I feel like if I don’t take a stand to protect whatever is building between us then it’ll really hurt him.

Shit, am I projecting my own emotions onto him? I guess I could be assuming things because I want him to care about me the way I do with him.

“Marcus and I are together.” My chin rises as I look at Jamen. “I don’t think that’s a problem, but if it is then let us know before we sign the final contract.”

I reach over and intertwine my fingers with Marcus’s. His tattooed thumb brushes against my inner wrist. A nervous smile crosses my face because I took the lead and ran without being one hundred percent certain he was okay with it.

Marcus smirks, stretching languidly, but he never lets go of my hand. “Is it an issue?”

Jamen sighs, grumbling under his breath. “I don’t control your personal lives. Keep the bullshit to a minimum, and it better not interfere with your ability to put on a show. That’s all I’ve got to say about that. Now get the hell out of my office.”

Marcus chuckles. He stands, pulling me up too. He bends down, nuzzling his cheek to mine and guides me toward the door.

“Congratulations,” Jamen says. “I’m happy for you, but seriously, keep it professional. No drama because of your relationship.”

“Didn’t you, Angel, and Damian once get busted for having a threesome on stage during a power outage?” Marcus asks, snorting a derisive laugh.

“Smart ass. It was a different time back then. Do as I say, not as I did. I’m serious. Everyone has camera phones nowadays. None of us want to have to deal with that.”

Marcus laughs, guiding me out with his hands on my hips. Once we hit the hallway, he spins me around, caging me into the wall.

“Are you sure you know what you’re doing, princess?” He’s so close that his lips brush over mine.

My hands land on his hips as I shrug. I have no clue, but I’m also growing addicted to the way he looks at me like he wants to consume me whole.

It might not be healthy.

Hell, in all honesty, it’s probably not, but I don’t care. No man has ever made me feel the way Marcus does. It’s a really nice change of pace being with someone where the interest is mutual.

Marcus might not be the kind of guy I thought I’d end up with, but it’s not like I proposed.

I’ve never even dated seriously before.

I’m ready to have some fun and live my life for me. “I’m willing to take the risk if you are.”

Marcus grins, shaking his head. “You’re just full of surprises.”

The look on his face when he’s happy takes my breath away.

“Let me buy you dinner?” I suggest. The last thing I want to do is head back to the penthouse right now.

Marcus snorts, grinning against my cheek. “Not a fucking chance, but I will buy you dinner.”

“Ohmigod, don’t tell me you’re that old-fashioned.” I smile, staring up into his dark eyes.

“Keep trying me, and your ass might never recover,” he murmurs, slamming his mouth to mine.

I whimper against his lips and let him kiss the hell out of me with little concern for who might see us. I completely block out the fact that my stomach somersaults with butterflies as he wraps my hand in his.

I have no idea what the future holds, but I can’t wait to find out.

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