Solid Ground

Chapter 27

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Riley

"Princess wake up." Marcus tried, emphasis on the word tried, to rock me awake.

"Tell Prince William I'll be there in ten more minutes." I mumbled.

I heard him sigh, and felt him walking away. I tucked both of my hands under my pillow, yawning myself back to sleep.

Suddenly a ray of sunlight shot through the jet window. The sunlight literally burning my eyes. I shot up, balling both my fists.

"I hope your happy." I thew my pillow at him.

"I am. Thank you very much." Sarcasm that kills.

Right then, a few of his body guards appeared. Giving us instructions and telling us where we will be escorted to. And for some reason, they kept on warning us not to talk to reporters and such. I for one wonder why, I thought all publicity is good publicity.

The door to the plan swung open, we were greeted by the flashes of camera, long sticks with microphones tied at the end and a whole lot of people. Marcus clasped tightly to my hand, leading me through the crowd.

The questions they bombarded us was outrages. From how much we earn to am I pregnant. I know they live on newspapers and magazines headlines, but we like everyone else deserve privacy.

We got into a limo that was waiting for us. The reporters chased our limo for a little while but eventually gave up.

"Eagle reaching in 30." One of the body guards talked into their phones.

"Who's eagle?" I asked curiously.

"Definitely not you." Marcus mocked.

I rolled my eyes, pouring myself a big glass of wine that was in front of me.

"Morning." A lady with black hair, wearing a suit and pencil skirt shook Marcus's hand. "I'm your assistant secretary. At the moment, your dad notified that you have no experience in business, am I right?" She asked while flipping through files.

"Yeah." Marcus replied.

She handed him a stack of paperwork and guide books. "Read these as soon as possible. From our marketing history to our share holders. You have a meeting at 1pm, and a interview with the newspaper at 3." After her instructions, she sat at the other end of the limo, not bothering us.

I laughed at Marcus. Serves him right. With the load of work he has, he wouldn't need to sleep for at least a week.

Marcus heard me chuckling and called the secretary lady again. "Secretary girl, yeah, does she have any work?" He pointed to me.

Oh no he didn't.

"Erm, nope, she doesn't have much to do. She usually just reconfirms official letters and that's pretty much it."

I grinned. Served him right. His blue eyes stared right into mine, in one swift movement he pulled my face near to him, kissing me roughly. He murmured against my lips "Shut up before my work becomes your work."

I pulled back for air. Only then I realized how good he looked in designer suits and tie. This was something I definitely could get used to.

After 30 minutes of poking my phone and him reading through the files we finally reached headquarters. The word Anderson's corps written in bold. The high rise building intimidating. With people flowing in and out.

I followed behind the bodyguard. My head held low. Trying my best to avoid photos and questions.

When we stepped in the building, it was pin drop silent. Everyone was whispering to the next person, the ladies literally ogling over Marcus.

We stepped into the lift, shooting us all the way up to the highest floor.

"Good afternoon." One lady greeted Marcus. She showed him the way to his office.

His office with enormous. A rose wood desk at the end, glass window plastered at all four corners. A leather chair, and a sitting area on the other side. The wall was painted in steel grey accompanied with arctic white. The rug was zebra skinned patterned. Everything felt like it came from a transformer movie.

Seriously, why does he even need this big of a room. This was crazy.

His co workers came in one by one, handing him files, asking him for his opinions and bringing in all sorts of charts showing him sales for the past few years.

Me on the other hand, was brought to another room. It's ironic to think that I had a room which I wouldn't even be in.

It wasn't as big as Marcus's but still large enough.

"So you usually won't be in much, mostly you will be sent to charities programs and etc. and in short terms, you go there, be sociable, be presentable, meet some foreign associates, and that's it." The assistant secretary informed me.

"Is it possible to mess it up?" I asked concernly. Because I'm apparently very good at that.

She scrunched up her forehead, showing some wrinkles. "I don't think it's possible."

"Will Marcus be there?"

"No." She started to sound inpatient. I knew it was my turn to shut up and leave my very reasonable questions to the great unknown.

I nodded. And she left momentarily.

I sat down on the leather office chair. Looking down on some documents which was on my table. Wait, was I suppose to approve of these documents or something.

Just looking at it gave me a headache. I picked up the few pieces of paper and marched down the hallway to Marcus's office.

"Hey. Do you know..." I stopped myself when I saw him on the phone. Indulging in a very important phone call because he didn't even notice I entered.

He was looking out his window, out to the skies horizon and the hustle and bustle of the city. "No." He whispered into the phone. His voice carried despair.

"Okay. I'll meet you there in two days time." He ended his call,

I stood there, not really know what to say. Sometimes not saying anything is the best medicine. I left the papers on the coffee table. Slowly walking towards him.

"Hey, everything okay?" I wrapped around his forearm.

Suddenly he placed his hands around my waist, pulling me into him, smashing on his lips, kissing me roughly. I pulled back, a part of me knowing that this wasn't right. At least not on his first day of his new job.

His horizon blue eyes pierced through mine. I felt myself getting lost in them. "I wished you could make the pain go away."

"Then talk to me."

"I can't. I have to catch a flight in an hour." He walked right pass me, his hands dialing another number on his phone.

This felt like the beginning of something bad.

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Hey ya'll. Sorry for the late update. Hope you enjoyed the chapter. *passes ice cream all around* who's curious to know what happened with Marcus?

I'd love to hear your thoughts =)