Secrets Leave Scars [EDITING]

34 - Angel

Marcus's POV:

The secret's out. My idiotic actions at Omar's funeral, have now resulted in the exposure of Isobel and I's relationship. Not exactly that you could call it that, since we haven't even talked about it ourselves. That, however, didn't stop everyone else from talking about it.

Kol and Dimitri informed me, just yesterday, that people were asking questions. Why it's anyone's business is beyond me. Either way, I needed to figure out a way to sort it out, and fast. If my enemies got word that I had a new found weakness, Isobel would be in constant danger.

"Are you serious?" I hiss in disgust. "There's no way I'm gonna sleep with a random girl just to get these idiots off my back."

"Do you have a better idea?" Dimitri grumbles from his chair. I hate to admit it, but a better idea wasn't exactly coming to mind.

"This is ridiculous," I grunt stubbornly.

"I know," he chuckles. I can tell he's secretly enjoying this. "But if people see you with other women, they'll just assume your a man whore and move on." He lights up a cigarette and whiffs in a big breath. "It's not like anyone can use one of your whores to threaten you," he continues, speaking through the cig in his mouth.

"I know that," I growl. "But Isobel's not one of my whores." He looks up at me with surprise.

"Ohhhh I see," an evil smirk appears across his face. "Now I get it. The rumors are true?" His eyebrows wiggle up and down with amusement.

"Wipe that stupid look off your face," I grunt. "Just figure something out and get out of my office." He puts out his cigarette on my desk, before leaving me to work.

Isobel's POV:

I wake up extremely hungover. It's already 2pm and I've slept through most of the day. I guess my body needed to catch up on sleep, considering my nightmares were keeping me up for the past weeks. Last night was the first time, in a long time, that I didn't dream. Although, waking up to this new reality, seemed just as bad.

I stare up at my bare ceiling, lost in my thoughts. What am I doing with Marcus? Am I seriously that naive to think that this will somehow work? Even if he never finds out about my real identity, our entire relationship is based on a lie. Can I even call it that? Should I even want to call it that?

As much as I enjoy being with him, I'm still an FBI agent. I can't betray Shaw or Kia or anyone else in the bureau. I can't be known as not only the agent who got her partner killed, but also the agent who betrayed the entire country by falling for some criminal. Not to mention it'll further ruin the reputation that women have in our division.

Anyways, my feelings for Marcus won't necessarily grow from here. Sure I have a small crush, but is that really going to turn into a great love story? I doubt it. I'll focus on the mission, and ignore the small feelings I have for him. The FBI is much more important than a silly infatuation.

I get a text from Marcus, inviting me over later. I smile, then quickly stop as I remember my plan to control myself. I'll go to his house, because that's part of the mission.

***

I show up at Marcus's doorstep at around 7pm. I smell food cooking from inside, when the door swings open. Marcus stands in front of me, grinning wide. He's wearing a light blue dress shirt and black dress pants. Hair gelled back as always. "Come in," he says, holding the door open. I smile, eyeing him strangely.

"What's going on?" I ask, following him into the kitchen. I stop in my tracks and take in the sight. There's a new table in the center, set with plates and utensils. A beautiful assortment of flowers sits in the middle. I look up at Marcus, who's standing upright, smiling proudly.