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My Mr. Perfect Chapter Twenty Two
Simon It's been a week. A whole agonizing week of trying to find Marcus. I have been camping at the police precinct, driving paul and his colleagues crazy, but it seems like Marcus has just disappeared into thin air. I have searched everywhere I can think of and tried to identify any john doe picked up within a close radius of me but nothing. Paul keeps telling me not to worry too much and that they will find him, but hope is dwindling as the days pass. I am deep in thoughts when I get a text message. I have taken to coming to the office for a few hours before my ritual visit to the precinct because I want to avoid the house. Everything in my house reminds me of him. Every time I enter the kitchen, all I see is him making me breakfast or cleaning or doing a million and one things that he does that I didn't even know needed to be done, every time I open a drawer to get something and I don't find it where I thought it should be, I am reminded again of how much Marcus has changed my lif
My Mr. Perfect Chapter Twenty Three
Marcus There are fates worse than death, and I was relieving it every day for the last, I don’t know how long. My life has turned into a nightmare that I can’t seem to wake up from, and I can’t end it because I don’t have the necessary tools to do so. If one could wish themselves dead, I would have gladly done so. David is currently out. I think, I can never tell, but I am glad for the reprieve. My life has changed so much; I miss Simon, his safety, our life…. I wish I could go back to before all this. My memories of our time together are the only reason I am still hanging on. It’s my escape from this horrible experience. I hear a key rattle somewhere, and I tense up. I don’t know how I still have any reactions, considering all I have gone through and everything he has done to me, but i still do. My body is beyond broken, and pain has become my constant companion. My stomach growls. I can’t remember the last time I ate; sometimes he feeds me, sometimes he forgets or doesn’t care. M
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
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