All Chapters of Jaded: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

MarcMarc arrived at the club a little late, Dray's vibrant green mustang parked out front already. The place was overflowing with people, the bouncer nodding at Marc as he pushed past the guy arguing with the big guy at the front of the line."Sup, Marc." The bouncer nodded and lifted his hand."Hey buddy. History class mid-term next week. You ready?"The guy laughed and flipped Marc off. Marc chuckled and slipped into the sea of people. The club scene had always been so comfortable, so welcoming, but all of a sudden it didn't feel right. Moving around the dance floor, Marc spotted Drayer and a couple of other guys from the basketball team. There were two girls to every guy, which would have been a good sign in the past. Damn if Lisa didn't move across his mind, memories of her groans filling his ears above the wailing of the music.He stopped by the bar and ordered two shots and a beer. A pretty brunette to his left winked at him and he nodded in response, not at all interested. He

LisaFive Days Later"It's been a week and you still look like you're not sleeping, Lisa." Sicily walked toward Lisa as she walked back down the hall from changing.The week had been a long one. Most of it had been spent showing the same house, which was cause for far more travel than Lisa was up for. She hadn't slept a wink, the situation with Marc forcing her to contemplate going back to New York. It was almost like a splinter that had been removed, but the wound festered anyway.She needed to tell him that what he saw wasn't at all what had happened. If after talking to him, he still felt that she was a piece of trash, then she would leave. She would leave and find healing in the arms of a handsome billionaire that was ready to give her the world."I haven't. I can't seem to get Marc out of my thoughts." Lisa shrugged and walked to the refrigerator, pulling out a jug of orange juice and drinking from the carton. Sicily popped her butt and made a snide comment, but Lisa ignored her.

MarcIt had been the longest week of his life. There was no way he could survive another week without Lisa. His head ached, heart hurt, body felt like it was hovering over the flu at all times. He paid too damn much to miss the biker's weekend, but after he got back, he was going to figure things out.Calling Lisa seemed like a good idea, but so much could be lost in translation. He needed to go in person. It was only a four-hour drive. He would go Monday morning and talk to her. If things worked out and they decided to be together, he was going to bend her over her desk and make her scream his name for causing him so much pain.He shuddered at the thought, his blood pumping quickly through his veins as his body hardened in all the wrong places for riding the motorcycle he had picked up for the weekend. The weather was perfect - hot and sunny. He rode through the familiar streets of his raising, his mom's house in the worn-down part of New York. He needed to finish school and get a go

Lisa"No more tears, pretty girl. Let's go on this trip together and get to know each other all over again,” Marc said."Forgive me for what you thought happened." Lisa looked up at him as he leaned down and brushed his lips over hers."Forgive me for being a total dickhead about all of it.""No." She shook her head. "I would have stabbed you, so your ugly-ass words were nothing.""You would stab me for cheating on you?""I didn't cheat on you, but yes. If you ever sleep with another woman, or love anyone but me, I will chop you up and bury your ass in snack size bags in my backyard."Marc laughed. "Is it odd that my cock’s dancing at the thought of you being violent?""You're a sick man, Marc Martin.""Can I be your sick man?" Marc asked, licking at his lips as his strong gaze held her in place. The air was so hard to breathe as he brushed the tip of his nose past her ear. "Please, baby... give me another chance.""Yes. I want you forever." Lisa reached up and captured his face with

MarcBy the time they reached the Poconos he was almost trembling with need. Lisa hadn't let up with her soft touches and rough grabs the whole trip. If she wasn't stroking him outside of his jeans, she was squeezing him with her strong thighs or sliding her fingers into his shirt and rubbing over his chest and stomach. He got off of the bike and helped her off as a bunch of guys milled about an area where it appeared the campfire would be that evening. It was just after lunch, but Marc was done playing. He needed the wicked hot vixen beside him splayed out for him to touch and taste."Which cabin is ours?" he asked a woman with a clipboard. "Marc Martin."She pressed her finger to the board and he had to bite back the sharp cry that pushed against him to scream 'hurry' at her."You're in fifteen with Drayer McAdams." She looked up and smiled."Good. Thanks." He took Lisa's hand and moved down the row of cabins."Where you guys goin'?" Dray jogged up to them and stopped in his tracks