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My Mr. Perfect Chapter Twenty Four
FIVE YEARS LATER Simon This damn leg won't give me peace. I massage it slowly, wishing I was home, wrapped in a duvet in front of my electric fireplace. I hate the cold now. Since the explosion five years ago, I have had an injury that makes the cold unbearable. Usually, I can ignore it, but sometimes I need something stronger than Ibuprofen. Other than the dull pain in my leg, the ache in my heart has also never gone away; the part of my heart reserved for Marcus hasn't healed or moved on. My mind wonders as it's wont to do, and I find myself reliving the past. I had woken up in hospital a week after the explosion. According to the police, a gas leak had been the cause of the accident. They had found the remains of only one person, and dental records had confirmed it was David. There had been nothing left to confirm what had happened to Marcus. After months of searching, the police had concluded that David must have killed him and disposed of the body elsewhere. It was so devasta
My Mr. Perfect Chapter Twenty Five
Marcus The view never failed to soothe me. The vast skyline of New York and the false quietness from my perch on the window of my 55th-floor office were something that never got old. I sigh not with frustration but with resignation. When I reinvented myself, I hadn't quite imagined my life would turn out this way. Sure the designer suits were great, and the expensive penthouse and the business was doing great; who would have thought I had it in me to start a successful business? I had started a PR firm which, with enough capital and clever marketing, had taken off beyond my imagination. The Pitch was the most sort after PR firm by brands, struggling politicians, and A-list celebrities. I had carefully created a persona as the elusive, mysterious CEO who abhorred the limelight despite working in PR. Surrounding myself with the right staff that was young, vibrant, and exceptional at their job had made mine infinitely easier. I had achieved a level of success I had never dreamt of
My Mr. Perfect Chapter Twenty Six
Simon I grab my phone. I don’t actually think the ping will be for my Marcus. I have learned in the past few years that there were a considerable number of people named Marcus Button or a variation of the name, and occasionally they did things that made an appearance on the web. I swipe up the screen and almost fall over from shock when Marcus stares moodily back at me. I can’t believe I finally found him! after years of combing the internet, the gods have finally answered my prayer. I quickly click on the story and am immediately disappointed by the scant information.I skim quickly, taking in the fact that this is my Marcus, who, by the way, looks completely different yet the same. His clothes look expensive and fit him perfectly; his hair which in my mind will always be long and wild is styled in those expensive haircuts that give him the aura of a fashion model. But the biggest change is his face and demeanor; gone was the shy look and unsure posture, and in its place was a hard
My Mr. Perfect Chapter Twenty Seven
MarcusIt's been a few days since the party, and my phone hasn't stopped ringing from hosts wanting me to show up at their events. This is exactly why I avoided this types of events because then people feel entitled to your time. I stopped picking it up and put it on silent mode so I could concentrate on the job at hand. I am sifting through the company emails. Usually, I let my secretary handle them, but Cindy had needed a day off to go to the dentist, and I know how they pile if not dealt with. I am going through the fifth or sixth email when one email header catches my eye. Lost and found boyfriend? My breath quicken, and my hands shake as I hover the cursor over the email. I take a deep breath and click. I force my eyes to scan the email, and my heart falls to the pit of my stomach. I can feel the familiar start of a panic attack; it has been a while since I have had them, and it takes me a minute to remember how to breathe and ride through it. After what feels like hours, I can
My Mr. Perfect Chapter Twenty Eight
Marcus The number of times I have refreshed my email is not healthy, and I am surprised I have not broken my keyboard with the many frustrated clicks. It’s been a few days since I sent the email, and while I didn’t think the reply would be instantaneous, I still didn’t think it would take days! But checking all the news on Marcus’s company, I can see how busy he can be juggling celebrities, athletes, politicians, and brands. It’s almost hard to imagine my shy broken Marcus was responsible for this huge successful entity. Still, a large part of me is so proud that he overcame his issues enough to put himself out there and leave such a huge mark in the world. When my email pings, I am buried in financial reports, and I barely glance at the computer until I see the name on the screen. I click on the email, and my breath stutters. You always find me, don’t you? Even when I did not know, I was lost. Come see me. We have a lot to talk about, and I have much to explain. You are constantl
My Mr. Perfect Chapter Twenty Nine
Marcus It's so annoying when people don't look where they are going. I collect my documents, ready to give the idiot a piece of my mind, and I freeze. I must be hallucinating because I am staring at Simon in the flesh. Simon is here in my office. I move as if compelled, and in a flash I am in his arms. I hold on to him because I really need to make sure it was him and he was really here. Someone whimpers and he squeezes me harder, so I must have made the sound. He feels like home; I have missed him, the familiar feel of my face burrowed in his neck, the smell of him, and suddenly it's overwhelming, and I can't breathe. It's like my body has forgotten how to inhale and exhale. I gasp for breath, and now I am struggling to take a full breath. Simon lets goes of me as he notices I am trying struggling: he curses under his breath and guides me away from the crowd forming in the hallway. "Shit I had forgotten about the panic attacks. I am so sorry babe I should have warned you I was
My Mr. Perfect Chapter Thirty
Marcus A gentle knock jolts me back from my wondering mind. Cindy pops in with a cup of coffee. “Are you ok Boss?” She asks concern written all over her face. “Yes I am fine, I just got an unexpected visitors is all. Please cancel anything that you can today I will finish up with the Mueller account and zoom call with the Santiago Group” “On it boss’ she leaves me to my work which I am having a hard time concentrating on my whole focus was on the man that just up ended my whole life, who was now waiting for me in a hotel room. I rush through all I needed to do grateful for my earlier throrough work. I couldn’t rush the zoom meeting though and I sat through an hour of excruciatingly boring and frustrating meeting. On a normal day I would have enjoyed the back and forth but todayit just grated on my nerves I just wantedto be done so I can go to Simon I had this maybe irrational fear that he would disappear on me and after everything I had put him through including my very emba
My Mr. Perfect Chapter Thirty One
SimonI pour a glass for both of us and sit back. I move up the bed and lean on the sturdy bed frame. Marcus follows suit, and we sit beside each other, sipping our wine. What Marcus had shared with me was a lot to digest. I know he skimmed over the gory details of his torture and I was grateful he spared me the details because otherwise, I don’t know what to do with the impotent fury I feel whenever I think about what David did. I feel responsible; if it wasn't for me, they wouldn't have met, and he wouldn't have suffered at the hands of that sadistic bastard. I wish he had let me know he was fine, and I was still hurt he hadn't, but I also understood where he was coming from. His mental state had been fragile when David took him, and I can't even begin to imagine what damage the suffering and torture had wrought on him. He looks so strong now, and I am immensely proud of him. Looking at him now, it frightens me that I have nothing to offer him anymore, and that thought shames me. Bec
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