Suzan could not fathom what to feel with all the many emotions Jane was pulling.In the morning Jane was acting too strange and for a minute she thought maybe Jane knew she was just acting to be her friend. But then she apologized and blamed it on stress. Now, Jane was crying. Telling her how and why her ex-boyfriend had broken her heart. Suzan had tried to be sympathetic, but she was getting too uncomfortable to put up with it any longer. She was starting to feel guilty, which was one of the last things she wanted to feel. "You had no idea how much I cried…" Jane was saying in-between sobs as she tried to clean her nose. "Oh Jane, I am sorry you had to go through all this," Suzan said trying to sound as sincere as possible for the hundredth time in that hour. "This was not the lunch I signed up for," she grumbled under her breath. "Jane, don't you think we should go to the office?" Suzan asked, still trying to sound as compassionate as possible.Jane agreed. Not because she want
Jane woke up 3 times that night to check if it was morning yet. On her fourth wake, she was pleased to see it was 5:00 am. She took her bath and was ready for work by 6. She felt it would be silly if she should go wake Marcus up so she sat on the couch he usually sat waiting impatiently for him.Marcus held his cup of herbal tea as he whistled to his favorite coach. He shuddered to see Jane sitting there restlessly checking her wristwatch. "Mor-morning Ma'am," He walked carefully towards her.She stood immediately when she saw him and straightened her Peach-colored suit and an awkward smile. "Hi," She replied. She looked at him sheepishly. Her childish eagerness felt stupid and she blushed at the thought of what Marcus would think of her."Did I oversleep?" Marcus asked. He was standing before her now and she could see the confusion in his eyes, his perfect eyes."Um- Nooo." She thought of a quick lie. "I just have lots of work to do." She replied with the most confident smile she cou
CHAPTER NINETEENJane rolled round her bed to no avail. She had no idea why she could not sleep. She decided to go to the pool and have a drink or two. She was in one of her favorite cotton pajamas. She picked up a bottle of champagne. Today felt like a day to celebrate. She walked briskly to the back door and opened it.She cursed the first thing her eyes caught, her gate man and one of the maids were kissing passionately at a corner beside the pool."Submit your resignation letter first thing tomorrow morning."was the last thing she said as they disappeared through the opposite door.She took a deep breath and started towards the pool. She stopped at the sight of Marcus in the water staring at her.She murmured unintelligently as she made her way to the stairs that lead to inside the water. She kept her wine and glass by her right and sat on the stairs that allowed just part of her legs to be in the water.She was not sure how long she stayed there not thinking or feeling anything u
Suzan walked into Jane’s office quickly as if expecting to see something.“Hey,” she said, sounding a little irritated. “I saw Marcus leaving your office. Is there a problem?”“No, he is just trying to get on my nerves; I do not know what I will do with him.” She said in a cheery voice. “I suppose it's lunchtime now, don’t you think?”“No,” Suzan replied, taking her seat opposite Jane. “We have an hour to go.”“Urhhhh,” Jane grumbled, causing Suzan to chuckle. “Here, take some water,” Jane said, pushing the bottle of water Marcus gave her to Suzan.Suzan was skeptical. “Is that not the water I gave you?” She asked.“What do you mean? I drowned half of the one you brought.” Jane replied, showing her a half-empty container. “Marcus brought this one; he said he thought I would be thirsty.”Suzan chuckled and reached for the water. “Savants these days…” she muttered, taking from the water.Jane only nodded. She felt her stomach fold and she crouched in her chair. Suzan walked quickly to w
Marcus was still lost in thought, making his resolutions."What are you thinking?"Marcus looked at Jane and beamed. "Nothing, just making my own resolutions.""Wanna share?" Jane asked, flirting with her eyelashes.Marcus smirked. "Are you sure you want to hear it?""Umhm," Jane nodded."Well," Marcus bit his lower lip trying to find an easy way to say it without sending her back into her shell. "Let's just say I do not want to be scared of you anymore."Jane snickered. "For real?" Marcus nodded.Her eyes were hurt, she didn't like the idea of being feared, at least now. She had taken on the bratty, rude, arrogant behavior as a protective shield, and she had enjoyed the way people were so Ina hurry to please her so she won't get mad, but now, she felt like a monster. "But you are not afraid of me are you?"Marcus groaned. "Ah Jane, I do not mean I'm afraid of you physically!"Jane looked intently into his eyes as if the very act will reveal what he is thinking. "Then what are you sca
Marcus had always been proud of himself for resisting temptations. When he and Brian had worked for celebrities and other powerful people, he had never been tempted to steal from them, and his will and ability to control himself were strong. But as he tried not to stare at Jane laying beside him half naked he knew he had failed. He had failed since she changed from the clothes she wore this morning to a Bikini.He lay there pretending to read a magazine while his heart was beating hard and his binga threatening to erupt.Jane on the other hand seemed calm to know someone was beside her. Her eyes were closed, and even though she was still and peaceful Marcus knew she hadn't fallen asleep. He groaned softly and crossed his legs again."Are you okay?" Jane asked, her eyes still closed, her peace undisrupted."Yeah, of cause," he mumbled.Jane opened her eyes and sat straight. "You've been twitching and turning like a worm, does the sun bother you or do you just not know how to stay quiet
Jane could hear the whispering as she and Marcus made their way to her office. The employees were in groups of two or more glaring and pointing at her. She was not invited to the usual Monday meetings and when she had gone for it she was asked to leave the conference hall.“Well, today will be interesting.” She mumbled to herself when she entered her office.“Yes, ma’am,” Marcus replied.Mr. Robert matched into her office with two security behind him. “There she is he said pointing at Jane.” The two security took a handcuff and went towards Jane. Marcus quickly pushed Jane behind him and stood in front of the securities.“I am afraid you have to move sir.” One of the who seem to be the boss said in his thick German accent.“I am afraid I cannot do that.” Marcus retorted.“What is all this about?” Jane asked.“You are being arrested for the murder of Suzan Jonas, you have the right-”“Hold on,” Jane said cutting the security. “The murder of who?”Both security men looked from Jane to M
Jane and Marcus had switched back to their professional selves by the time they stepped down from Car.Jane wondered how Marcus seemed to know when to be formal in one minute and informal the next minute. Before the car pulled into the company's building, Marcus seemed to have forgotten she was his Boss. He was leaning so close to her they were breathing the same air. He had his ridiculous wide grin and even though he was telling her important things, Jane could not help being distracted by his closeness. Twice he had had to tap her to be sure she was listening."I am trying to prep talk you so those nosey workers in that office don't frustrate you but you are not paying attention." He had grumbled.She didn't notice when they drove into the building until she noticed Marcus' posture shift to being professional. She groaned softly and did the same. Marcus came down first and then opened the door for her."You do not have to do that." She whispered to him.Marcus gave a reluctant smirk.
Marcus took some aspirin and did his usual morning rituals. He then carefully cleaned the house looking for clues that would lead to those who kidnapped his family. He suspects the same person who had kidnapped Jane was responsible for his missing mother and sister. He cleaned the house thoroughly but didn't find anything. He sat on the couch he sat not up to 42 hours ago with Emily. He missed his sister, he missed her goofy nature. If she were here she would have made any other trouble he was facing lighter. She never comes out to declare her love for him, but she was always there whenever he needed her. Just like she had broken her savings to help me pay for the house rent, just like she had helped him get through his previous breakup, she had always got his back more than any other person he knew. He remembered when she first mentioned Cole, he felt uneasy about his younger sister dating. He had wanted too badly to scrutinise the Cole guy but Emiky had refused to introduce him. "I d
"No, seriously Cole I did think of you the whole time," Emily shouted into her phone. After she had dropped Marcus off at work, she spent her day at her friend’s house to do some homework after which she went shopping. She had promised Cole she would be at his house by 7:00 pm and she was almost late.“You didn’t,” Cole mumbled trying to sound sad.Cole blabbed about how he was sure she was lying—which she was.“Oh, crab!” she exclaimed.“What’s the problem?” Cole asked.“I forgot the cookies I baked.” She muttered.“My cookie?”“I am afraid so.” She mumbled“Well, you better go get them.”“You know this is all your fault, I know I should have put them in the car yesterday,” Emily grumbled, turning the car around.“So are you going to get the cake?” Cole asked abruptly alert.”“Yes Cole, do you not want me to get it?”“No, no, you should get it.” He said quickly. Emily heard his abrupt movement in the background.“Here are you going somewhere? I think I heard you start your truck.”“A
Cletus swings his chair in his father’s office. He had his father go through the information his investigator got him. He went through it a few hours ago but he didn’t think he could get Jane back on his own, he needed help. From the beginning, he knew he didn’t trust that Marcus guy. He didn’t like the way Jane looked at him, it felt like he was more than the bodyguard she claimed he was so had someone spy on them and always, and he was right. He reread the texts between Jane and Marcus for the 4th time and grimaced. He felt betrayed.“Jane cannot possibly be serious,” He said to his father.“She might be playing him; I do not see what she could possibly see in him. That Jane girl is weird.” His father answered.“Jane can be so naïve, the Marcus guy just wants her money from her, just the way I and any other guy want. Only I would marry her and buy her pretty dresses in return, what could that pathetic bloody servant give her.”Rodriguez Diaz snickered. “Morrison’s daughter is stubbo
Jane does not always have the privilege to talk to her mother. Not because her mother wouldn't create time if Jane wanted, but Mrs. Morrison is more of the reserved time. She would rather read the same novel over and over again than sit around talking about things she didn't deem necessary. When she does speak, she speaks, she pours out so much wisdom one wonders if she is human. So on days, Jane gets to talk to her mother, she does appreciate it."Mother, you called?""Yes my dearest, come in, sit with me."Jane walked to her parents' oversized bed and sat beside her mother."How are you doing, dear one?""I am okay maa, work has been good."Her mother had a soft smile on her face as she searched Jane's eyes. "You see happier,"Jane's face reddened. Not because of her mother's comment, but because of who was responsible for making her happy. Marcus. "Thank you," she said."Did I tell you of the most bizarre thing I did when I was younger?" her mother asked. Her eyes had become distan
Jane and Marcus walked quickly to the reception to see what the commotion was. She stopped short when she saw Cletus moving his body in what was supposed to be dancing."Was he stung by something," she mumbled to herself.She felt like she would have to sue him for noise pollution."Is this the unfortunate guy?" Marcus whispered."Unfortunately yes," she mumbled."You didn't say he was good at embarrassing himself," Marcus whispered back."I had no idea," she whispered and sighed. "I can not believe I once was in love with this clown," she murmured, cleaning her forehead.Cletus did his grand style by kneeling in front of Jane. Marcus quickly pushed Jane behind him."Who are you?" Cletus asked, irritated, standing to his feet."Her bodyguard. You have a problem with that?" Marcus replied.Cletus scowled at him and turned his attention to Jane. "Hey my Lo–""Don't!" Jane interrupted raising her left hand.Cletus's eyes turned pleading. "I am sorry My love." He said taking a step closer
Marcus felt goofy after leaving Jane's room. They almost got caught because Jane forgot to close the door. Marcus went to us Mr. Morisson barged in. He gave lectures on love and lost saying what Marcus felt for her is lost."Mostly I tell you guys only want one thing from you, sex. But guys like Marcus want two things from you, sex and your money." "You can't judge a person like that father, you do not even know him!" Jane cried."But I was once a young guy. I know what they are thinking.""Yeah right," Jane mumbled, rolling her eyes."I am just trying to do what is best for you," he said softly."I know dad, but I need chances to make my own mistakes."But I already gave you a chance to make a mistake, Clerus is a mistake remember? That is enough mistake for one lifetime.""Great," Jane murmured.Her father gave her more lectures on love and how she could have him anytime she needed someone to be her date."Who needs a boyfriend when they have their father."Jane rolled her eyes.Aft
Jane was starting to wonder if Marcus had a twin she didn’t know about. In the presence of her father, he was so professional she sometimes thinks he had decided to listen to her father and keep their relationship Heiress-Bodyguard. But then he sneaks into her room almost every night for the past 1 month and is still his goofy self when they are alone or with his family.She remembered when she and her father had gone to a conference together and as usual Marcus had to be there to protect her. He looked so professional and put together. Not once did her father see him looking at her in another way except his professionally focused stares.“Marcus, I cannot believe how professional you look. You look more responsible when doing your job than you did when saying that nonsense about liking my daughter.” Mr. Morrison complimented; “I am proud of you kiddo.” he added tapping Marcus’ shoulder and leaving for his car.“I was so naïve then.” Marcus had answered.She was at the airport to see
Jane lay doleful on her bed. Today was her turn to tell her parents about her relationship with Marcus. She would have to tell her parents—who are already suspicious about the relationship between her and Marcus. Today she would explain the reason she is always happy and nice to everyone and compliments on how beautiful everything is, which is because of Marcus. Today she is going to say what she has been meaning to tell them.Last Saturday was when they told Marcus' mother about their relationship and she was more accommodating than they thought, she welcomed her with overly open arms, The next day she went shopping with her. Mrs. Wang was in her room earlier and had asked what was troubling her when she kept pacing through and fro her room. She didnt see the need to lie to the older lady so she told her the truth. As expected Mrs. Wang was happy she finally found love again, she also stated that love was bringing back all her good self she had lost long ago. Everybody likes to blame
"It's going to be okay," Marcus whispered in her ear."What if she throws a tantrum?"Marcus winced. "Do you think my mother is that dramatic?""I am sorry," Jane muttered touching his face."Well then, let's go inside. Dinner is getting cold." He said leading the way."Wait, what? You cooked?!" Jane jogged to meet up with Marcus."Nope, my mother did." He opened the front door only to be greeted by a bunch of petals on his face."Emily," he said the name slowly trying to control his anger.Jane and Emily giggled."Ha-ha." He said humorlessly. "I am glad you both found this funny." He mumbled and stomped into the kitchen."I did plan to pour you a bucket of flowers also but you laughed with me, so you are safe to go in.""Thank you, ma'am," Jane replied with a smile and walked into the house."You have a nice home." Jane complimented."Yeah right," Emily mumbled rolling her eyes.The house was nothing close to their mansion. The house was simple but comfortable. The living room was de