Mark
There are few times in my life when I can remember being scared. There had been once when I was out with my parents. I couldn’t have been more than four or five because they were still trying to pretend that we were a happy family.
CHAPTER 18SuttonI raced through Central Park, feeling my heels sinking into the grass. He caught me in moments and yanked me back against his muscular chest. How could something so hard feel so right? My chest rose and fell rapidly with my ragged breathing. I was an idiot to think I could escape him.
CHAPTER 19Sutton“He went all caveman on you, girl. It was the hottest thing I have ever seen!”Candice greeted me wide-eyed the next day at the office. She immediatel
CHAPTER 20SuttonAll the rest of that day, Candice and I worked on some of the projects that I had been given. I was finally starting to understand what went on here at Sutton Enterprises, and surprisingly, I liked it.
CHAPTER 21MarkI had never been harder in my entire life. Sutton was the most gorgeous woman that I had ever seen. My body responded to her instinctively. I wanted to mark her, claim her so that everyone in this fucking world knew that she was mine. My feelings for Sutton threatened to consume me as I lifted her languid body so that she was on her hands and knees.
CHAPTER 22Sutton“What is wrong with… Oh, no way—shut up!” Candice squealed with excitement as I shoved her into my office and slammed the door. The last thing I needed was Bethany the Bitch to catch on.
CHAPTER 23SuttonCandice looked from me to Gabriel and back again. I stood up and awkwardly greeted my former employer from back in Otterville Falls with a handshake that I was tempted to wipe off the moment our hands broke apart.
CHAPTER 24SuttonThe feelings of rage quickly transformed in lust and passion. I was still angry as fuck with Mark, but my body was clamoring to be closer to him. His hands caged me in against the door as we both fought for dominance of the kiss.
CHAPTER 25SuttonSome of my earliest memories were of Mad Max coming to our little trailer and playing with me when my mama was sick. I don’t remember what ailed her specifically. But I do remember her laying in her bed and staring at the wall—often for days at a time.