All Chapters of Don Markos: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“Fuck! “ I cursed as I picked up all the documents I had dropped. I was in my favorite coffee shop ordering coffee before I went for a job interview. I was so clumsy I tripped and dropped everything I had been holding. Everyone looked at me as I picked up my items while I blushed in embarrassment. I hated being the center of attention and people were giving it out in plenty. “Here, let me help you, “ someone said. I looked at my good samaritan to see a good-looking man with deep blue eyes and an award-winning smile. I blushed even harder and tried not to let my hands shake. I was already sweating like I had just run the marathon. I didn’t want the stranger to think I was some kind of weirdo. “Thank you, “ I said as I stood up and got all my documents from him. He was in casual clothes, had coffee in his hands, and had a boyish smile on his face.“You’re welcome, beautiful, “ he answered smoothly. I wanted to give him a chance and flirt back but I had a lot on my plate–adding a ma

I didn’t get the job. Hell, I didn’t even get called to do the interview. They suddenly told me that they were no longer hiring. It wasn’t like I wasn’t qualified. I fought the urge to yell at someone and demand some respect. They should have called me before I went out of the way to prepare and arrive at the building as agreed. However, I had no power so I left. Instead of thinking about how much I needed a job, a certain brown-eyed devil haunted my thoughts. I thought of the way my body reacted when he touched me, the way he looked at me longingly, and the fact that he wanted to see me again. The whole way home, I was caught in a loop of the events that had taken place that morning. It was like a scene from a movie–surreal.The minute I got to my shitty apartment, everything came crashing back. The way my family lost everything, how my father went to prison, how my sister turned out, and the tragic story of my mother. I once had a perfect family and in one night, it all came cra

I would be lying if I said I didn’t dress up nicely for Markos. He’d given me an address of where I would go so I could start my new job. Putting aside my pride and accepting his help was the hardest thing I had to do.Especially when I used to have everything handed to me.I was dressed in the nicest clothes I could find. I was in a short sundress and cute flats. I had on minimal makeup and my hair was free. I didn’t have a curler but I improvised with the items in my tiny apartment.I had to take three subways and walk through the busy streets of New York to the Upper East where his hotel was. I’d googled it but the name of the owner was not listed. I guess he must have been serious when he said he didn’t want his name on blogs.The hotel was modern, extravagant, and a sight for sore eyes. I was almost too embarrassed to walk in because of how bad I looked in comparison. The floors were white marble, too clean for my shoes that had just been from the Bronx.“Hello, I’m here to see M

I didn’t fuck that woman I was with. I couldn’t even remember her name. I’d brought her into my penthouse so I could make Hazel jealous and by the looks of it, it worked. We’d gone into my room and fooled around a little.Then I’d told her I had work to do and I would call her soon. I didn’t think she realized I didn’t have her number.I purposely ripped a condom out of its wrapper and put it on the ground for Hazel to see. I saw the hurt swirling in those pools of hazel. I wasn’t stupid enough to think she was hurt.Her pride was just bruised because I was with the kind of woman she would never be again. She would never be a rich woman again and she would not be worthy of my love or attention again.That was less than she deserved for what she and her family did to me. Did she realize I knew what she did to me?“You fucking hired her!” Ivan yelled as he stormed into my penthouse. It reminded me to remove his access. He was fucking annoying.He’d found me standing by my glass walls, o

Everything was taking a toll on me. The bills were just too many to pay and the money was not enough.My salary at the hotel was more than I was paid in my previous bartending and waitressing jobs combined but it still wasn’t enough.I was starting to get frustrated. When things got tough, like they were starting to get, I often thought about how everything with my family fell apart.I was paying for a mistake I didn’t make. At that moment, I hated my father for what he had done. He had single-handedly doomed my sister and me to a life of suffering.I wished I had been smart enough to work after college instead of allowing myself to be groomed by my mother to be a billionaire’s wife—a billionaire who left me when my father was exposed for money laundering and fraud.But even if I had worked, my mother’s parents—my grandparents—would have still blacklisted me from the job market like they were currently doing.I was on the subway on my way to work when my phone rang. My heart beat loud