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I take three more tests when I get home, all positive. I didn’t want to believe it.I sit on the floor of my bathroom sick to my stomach.How could I let this happen?How could this be happening to me?Did the universe hate me so much or Am I just so terribly unlucky?People had one night stands all the time, I’ve had friends who swear by it, and we used protection goddamn it.“My life is over as I know it”How am I going to take care of a baby jobless and alone?I knock my head against the tiled walls and cried for the life I built, I cried for the life I lost, and I cried for Marcus Wayne.MARCUSIn the course of the twenty-seven years I’ve been on this earth, I can easily say I've experienced my fair share of heart wrenching nerve racking experiences, some self indulged and others from foolish risks.I’ve lost millions of dollars, I've broken hundreds of hearts but what I've never done, is drunkenly fucked an employee and not just that, but totally forget about it the next day. And
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I shake my head in total confusion. “Why are you angry?” Actually. No, “Why are you here?” I rephrase because I never expected to see him again after yesterday. He let me leave. Marcus looks around the hallway outside my apartment and a look of disgust crosses his features. Uh uh, what I'm not going to let him do, is judge my home. Not every one is a billionaire like him. Some of us have bills, debts, responsibilities. Angry, I question, “Why are you here Marcus? I don’t want you here.” He gives me a look of surprise. “You're mad at me?” His tone conveys just how absurd that is as if I have no reason to be angry at him when in fact, I have quite a lot. I roll my eyes. “Whatever. I don’t have the zeal to deal with you today” I go to shut the door in his face but his huge palm comes crashing down on it gently, preventing me from achieving my goal of slamming the door in his face. “Let me in” he demands with a look of authority. What? He does not get to tell me what to do anym
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My breath hitched in my lungs for a monent, did he- then my eyes narrowed. "You dont know what I said that night" because he has no memory of it.And I wasnt sure how I felt about that. I grab my sandwich to leave because I don’t trust myself with him being so close but he takes hold of my arm by my elbow and pulls me back. “You're really not going to make one for me? I’m starving and you know I can’t cook anything”I have to catch myself before I laugh out loud, I know he cant cook anything, remembering the time he tried making himself some coffee in the break room, almost ended up with second degree burns.His gaze softened "I came here straight when I realized you werent at you desk, havent even had my morning coffee" I blink because I have never seen this side of Marcus before. I’m so used to him giving me instructions and making demands, that him pleading is… different. I nearly give in and make him one but I stop myself. “Then continue starving” I say, it’s harsh, I know but
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I nod, I suppose he's right, it must all seem very sureal to him. Sometimes I feel I haven't believed it myself.One of his hand is still cradling my face and it is at this moment when we have finally come to an agreement on something that we both notice how close to each other we are sitting, how near we've leaned into each other. I see Marcus look down over me, his eyes run over the thin robe I’m wearing and this close, he can see I'm wearing nothing underneath. The material of the robe does nothing to hide the outline of my nipples and I watch as lust cloud his eyes as he stares and continues staring. I should pull away, but I don’t. The look in his eyes, takes me back to that night six weeks ago, he is looking at me the exact same way, like he is desperate to have a taste of me.I shake my head, this is a bad idea. I try to stand but his hand on my thigh stops me. When did his hand get there? I look up at him and see he is now looking at my face and not my chest. I see something
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At exactly 4:55 pm that afternoon, I receive a text message from Marcus. Marcus Wayne: Come outside When the king requests your presence. Just who does he think he is? The authoritative tone of his text makes me consider delaying, maybe for thirty minutes or even an hour, but I doubt he’ll wait. I know if I don’t show up within the next five minutes, he’ll come up here and carry me down himself. I swiped my palm across my face, I was getting upset again. I'd remained indoors all day, doing some chores, prepping meals and eating. Then I cleaned, anything to keep me from thinking about his visit earlier. And what almost happened, again. It's clear that I can't trust myself alone with him. I dress up in comfy clothes and a jacket to wade against the chill of the evening air. When I get downstairs, I see Marcus’s driver standing in front of the Bentley car. I approach, exchange pleasantries with him, and get inside. Once I'm seated, I angle myself to face the tinted glass
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PENELOPE The next day, I received a reply from the human resource branch of Wayne Tech regarding the email I sent with my resignation later. According to their response, I couldn't resign without four weeks prior notice and do a proper handover to my replacement so, I now have to go back to the office and deal with Mr. Wayne. A part of me wonders if he put them up to this but after speaking to Stacy, she confirmed that the rule does exist. I haven’t heard a single word from Marcus since he dropped me off yesterday after the clinic. I couldn’t forget the look on his face, he looked like he had been given a death sentence. I shrug off the feeling of pain and rejection that threatens to come back, I already cried myself to sleep again last night as I resigned myself to my fate. Marcus clearly doesn’t want this baby, and I will have to raise my child on my own. Whatever, fuck him and fuck his help. I don’t need him. I repeat the mantra in my head as I step out of the ele
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***I go about my day, setting up Marcus’s schedule for the day, crosschecking to make sure I’ve prepared for his meetings, I go through some documentations for a final time before forwarding some to the printer.Some senior partners arrive for their scheduled meetings and I see them to the conference room, provide refreshments and handed out briefs before heading back to my desk to get more work done. The phone rings as I’m in the middle of stapling some papers, I bring it to my ear without looking.“Wayne Technologies, Mr. Wayne’s office”“Hey Penny”“Stacy?”“You didn’t come in yesterday, are you okay? I sent you a text but you didn’t reply”I dropped the papers, “Oh yeah, sorry, but I’m okay now, just needed a moment to rest. I must have missed your text, sorry”“Sorry babe, Mr. Wayne must be working you too hard. Maybe you should ask for some time off?”I used to pride myself for not needing any time off, it was his second rule during my interview.I still remember it like it was
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**“So, I made a mistake, doesn’t mean I want to be tied to you for the rest of my life”“You already are” he pointed out with a flick of his index finger.“Well I’d rather not tighten the rope” I smirked.He says nothing for a moment and I busied myself cutting a piece of chicken, I popped it into my mouth, delicious. So I ate another piece speaking, “And I thought you didn’t believe me? according to you I am a jezebel whom took advantage of you in a moment of weakness”“I shouldn’t have said that”Was that his apology? He could damn well do better. “You shouldn’t have”A moment passed and Marcus glanced at me, “You know you’re trying a little too hard”I brought my glass to my lips “What do you mean?”“You want me, Penelope.”My smile drops, and I swear the sound my heartbeat could be heard from the back kitchens, I returned the glass to the table slowly, my palm turning slick with sweat, no, I didn’t, so what if I found him attractive? Hundreds of women did and it only meant I had a
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They were still on this? Really? It was a new day for goodness sake. Surly some other interesting thing should have occurred to get the interest off me. I kept my eyes forward placing one foot in front of the other as I made my was to the elevator pushed the call button and waited for the car to arrive. Thankfully I didn’t have to wait too long before it arrived and I jumped in, except a few others got on alongside me and the weird looks continued. Well jokes on them but a little staring and reprimand from the boss was not the end of the world. And as long as I had a job here, they had to deal with it. Period. I offered a curt nod to an older gentleman, Mr Philip who got in on the fifth floor. At least he was nice enough to meet my eyes this fine morning and not like everyone else. Who kept glancing at me out the side of their eyes and exchanging silent looks with each other. Jokes on them once more because the looks weren’t very silent. I could practically hear the ‘he
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I was wrong. Marcus Wayne is not sweet and not soft. The day starts out like every other, going over his schedule like we do every morning, confirming meetings with other personal assistants and secretaries over the phone, going over reports, and attending a few meetings, so, a normal morning. And then by afternoon, I have my chair leaned as far back as possible, my shoes off, to get the blood flowing back into my feet that’s been pinched in the heeled peep toes I wore today, a cute pair but damn, there was a pain.I have my cell tucked between the side of my cheek and shoulder, chewing slightly on the end of a pen.“He can be so over-controlling it’s getting out of hand Pen, because he is an investor in the company he thinks she can tell me how to run my own company,” Will said over the phone making me frown. I knew he and his dad had a rocky relationship. While he was what most people would refer to as a trust fund baby, Will was very hard working. “He called a board meeting wit
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**Get here.I looked at the message again and again.Get here?I got up despite my better instincts and made my way into his office. “Did you need me?”“Yes, I have the revision you wanted” he nodded at the document on the table his head bowed as he read something from an iPad.“And you couldn't think of anything else to say than 'get here'?” Marcus finally gave me his attention “What would you have rather I said?”I cat walked forward “Oh, I donno, maybe something like, Dear penelope, kindly make your way into my office when you have a spare moment-”“Now you're just pushing it. Sit"I glared at him and sat. “Did you spend the entire morning working on it?” “Take as much time as you need. Go through it, if you have no complaints, kindly sign before I get back” I knew he had a meeting with the lawyers this afternoon.“But I'm hungry, and it's almost lunch” I pouted. I didn't do well on an empty stomach.He got up and buttoned his jacket before bending to get his briefcase “Have
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**It was another day in the office and I was determined to be productive, I had my antenna appointment this afternoon and I wanted to be relaxed and in a good mood when the time came. The universe must want to shit all over my plans because the elevator pinged and Marcus Wayne, AKA my boss and someone I did not want to talk to walked right not. His briefcase in on hand, the other in his pocket as he strolled forward without a single good morning to anyone. “In my office Miss Cruz” he called without a glance in my direction.Why couldn’t I be lucky like everyone else and the universe let him forget I exist? Why? I continued scrolling through my emails making note of what I need to add to my calendar keeping on eye on the time. It’s couldn’t have been more than two minutes he strode in the door slid open revealing Marcus, heading straight in my direction. Oh shit.He made his way around the table, his fingers wrapping around my arm I let out a gasp as I was guided out of my chair wi
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**I cannot believe him. I returned to my desk only to realize I’d forgotten my iPad so I stormed back in, snatched my tablet, and strode out adding an extra sway in my hips.I swear I thought I heard a rumbling sound as I slammed the door shut behind me.Then I hurried myself to work the next few hours. Remembering my promise to Will I decided to hit him up.Me: Up for that rain check on lunch? His reply is a location with two question marks. I notice his sneaky attempt to weasel out of letting me choose a place, I knew he’d pick somewhere fancy, good thing he’d be paying, no way that was changing. I send a reply.Me: You got it. It. With my plans for lunch settled, I went back to my work.When afternoon came, I threw my purse over my office and strode to the elevator without a word to my employee. Texting a reply to Stacy who is on yet another lunch date with dear Bernard, those two were getting serious. I’d been expecting it hence my making plans with Will. She sends anothe
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MARCUS I toss the hard copy paperwork of the contract I spent the entire weekend drafting on my huge office desk. Penelope looks up at me with a confused expression. “What’s that?” she asked and went back to her tapping away an iPad. “Our marriage contract”She glanced at me and then the bound papers before glancing back at me “Since when do you draft your own documents? If someone had asked me I’d have sworn you didn’t know what the MS Word software looked like” “I don’t, I used scrivener” I kept a serious expression and she scoffed, rolling those large green eyes, I didn’t know too many employees that took as much liberty as she did, were anyone else to roll their eyes at me in the same vicinity, they’d be rolling their eyes out of the building along with their personal belongings.“It looks nearly as thick as a textbook. What did you include in here?” Those eyes narrow her eyes suspiciously at me and I momentarily lose my train of thought, I’m suddenly wondering why I never
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I’d spent all morning as I usually do on weekends, starting with cleaning then I run to a nearby groceries to stuck up on food. I’d hoped to get started on my laundry but my washing machine decided not to start up, so I had to visit a nearby laundromat, it was around eleven when I got to the coffee shop claimed a table and waited sipping my vanilla milkshake smoothie, watching other patrons go about their lives.The doorbell sounded and I looked up, she saw me immediately without having to wave my hand likely because the cafe was small.Andy strode over and claimed the empty chair in front of me and tossed her sunglasses on the table. “Iced American, two sugar” I offered nodding at the coffee cup on the table. I’d ordered it when I arrived along with my smoothie already knowing her preferred drink.“How’s Wayne taking it?” she asked getting right to it. She was never one to beat around the bush. I had texted her first thing this morning with the news. She sent me a time and location
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The walk back to the office was fast, Marcus stalking straight to his office without a single backward glance. What’d I say? So moody.I tossed my bag on the table and brought out my phone to see if I had any notifications. None. So I got to work. I had a busload of documentation to proofread due to my absence yesterday and I immediately got to it.The phone rang about twenty minutes later, keeping my gaze on my computer I leaned over with one hand and brought the phone to my ear. “Wayne Technology, Marcus Wayne office-““I have a thirty-minute window” a voice droned in my ear “I thought we might make good use of it.” “By…? I trailed off” my eyes widening by the possibilities.“Working on our list” Right, the never ending list, get your mind out of the gutter girlie, I shoved my chair back, slipping on my shoes. “Okay, I’ll bring my note” I dug through my bag for the notebook and slipped out, snagged a pen from my cup, and made my way into his office humming a tune under my brea
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I’ll have James meet us at the front” Marcus says, typing away on his phone, I followed beside him as he moved towards the entrance. He motioned for me to step in through the revolving door.“There’s no need, we’re not going far,” I tell him when he comes out behind me and I begin to walk. Marcus pockets his phone, his long legs eating up the space in two large steps and he is beside me once more. We walk past other New Yorkers going about their days. Decked out in formal wear, the men carrying briefcases, the ladies large purses such as my own to fit just about everything we would be needing throughout the day. It was like every other day excluding who was walking by my side and that I was almost eight weeks pregnant. I pushed back the thought and crossed to road. “Would you slow down?” strong fingers wrapped around my wrist.“Oh, sorry, I’m usually in a hurry to get a good space at the nice eateries, it's lunch hour after all and before you know it everyone would be crawling out o
