All Chapters of Jaded: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Lisa"We didn't talk much since April because you didn't want to, remember?" Marc asked Lisa."I know. I'm not sure that this isn't a mistake as well." She turned her attention to the bread basket in the center of the table, pulling out a piece and dipping it in the butter that sat before her."Can we not just enjoy each other when we're together?""And what about when we're not?""Lisa...""I don't want to talk about this. New subject. Not interested in starting these types of conversations in my mid-twenties." She laughed, but the sound fell flat. "My business is growing quite a bit in Maine. Best move I’ve made from a real estate perspective.""That's great news.""How's school?""It's going good. Just trying to keep my head above water with academics and sports." He shrugged. "I'm ready to be done.""Three more years?""One and a half. I'm skipping over the master’s. I think medicine is for someone else. I'm going to look into wrapping up my Biology degree and maybe teaching for

Lisa"Start the elevator again. I'm not doing this with you. I'm not fighting over what could be. Lust is my king. Whatever this thing is... I don't want it. You don’t either.""Yes you do." He took a few steps toward her, moving her until her back hit the glass wall. He took her wrists in his hands and pulled them up, pinning her in place as he pressed his forehead to hers. "Tell me you don't want me.""I don't want you," she whispered, tears filling her eyes. "Don't do this to me."He brushed his lips by hers, his hand shifting to leave one holding her wrists pinned high above her. His other hand slid down her extended arm, over the curve of her breast and down her flat stomach. He pressed himself against her, a soft sigh leaving them both."Just let it be about sex, Marc. Leave it there. It's better there."He released her hands and turned her fast and hard, pressing her chest against the glass. "I agree. Let's leave it there. I'll try not to lose my mind over another guy buried de

LisaLisa waved over her shoulder toward Fredrick before walking slowly up the dilapidated steps of Ms. Martin's house. Marc's truck wasn't in the driveway, which was a good sign. Disappointment tried to rear its ugly head, but she shoved it back.He wanted to be overtly dominant and try to teach her, HER, a lesson... he could find someone else to fuck with.She reached up and knocked on the front door, a bit of white paint chipping off to land on the ground before her. How Kari's mom didn't make more money as a nurse was shocking. The cost of living in New York was outrageous, but the condition of her house plus the location was disturbing. The door opened and an older version of Kari reached out to pull Lisa into a hug."There you are. Marc texted this morning that he wasn't sure you were coming over.""I wasn't sure I was either, but Kari wanted you to have these." Lisa lifted the small bag as Ms. Martin squealed with excitement and moved back into the house."Well, you're here now

Marc"I just can't believe she left. I'm seriously in shock." Marc turned to Drayer, his best friend for the last twelve years. There isn't much the two of them hadn't been through together."I'm shocked as fuck that you care. Since when does Marc Martin care about one girl?" Drayer laughed and leaned back in his chair, his eyebrow lifting as he almost lost his balance.Marc reached out and steadied the chair before his friend busted his butt in the middle of the pub they inhabited every Monday afternoon for happy hour. It was a ritual to get there an hour before the rest of the frat house and just chill together. Summer school wasn't part of the plan that year, but failing Trigonometry put a spin on those plans fast."I know. That's the part I can't seem to get past. Why her?""Is she hot?""Wicked hot. I don't think I've seen a woman turn more heads, but it's not just about how good she looks. She oozes confidence and authority. Lisa has this fiery red hair that feels like silk unde

MarcMarc sat in his truck on the side of his mom's small house, the world not making much sense all of a sudden. He didn't want to go back to campus, too many people to answer to. Staying at his mom's was the only other choice. He hadn't left the bar more than five minutes before he realized he couldn't sleep with the girls. No way. The image of Lisa sitting on his lap, his hands all over her, the smell of her... the fucking smell was so good, it drove him mad.He growled loudly and hit his hands on the steering wheel. He had to text Drayer to get him with some emergency bullshit to get him out of the situation. It was a code blueberry. The word was fucking stupid and it caused his lip to lift even as anger rolled over him in waves. Since junior high if one of them needed pulling out of a sinking ship of any kind all they had to do was give the 'code blueberry' to the other and the shit was on.He hadn't wanted to do it, and Drayer would give him loads of crap over it, but Marc had n