I dedicate this to my dear cousin :)
Tada! :D The second chapter! I'm not really creative on the scenes. Gursh, I want to improve ._. Nvm. Hope you guys lurv this update :))
Pictue of Marcus ------------------->
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I finished my shift at Mahalo’s 30 minutes ago. Now I was sitting front seat inside the Porsche owned by the guy I’ll hate forever and he’s sitting beside me, oh joy. We have been traveling for 30 minutes now and my butt seems a little disoriented now.
Marcus said he was taking me to the mall. That idiot he could’ve save 20 minutes of time and gas if he brought me to the nearer mall. Now i'm stuck here buttnailed in this guy’s front seat. I could take him on but considering his size and how he might attack me, I decided not to provoke him, a lot. Gathering all of my courage I asked him.
“Where are we going?” Concluding that a mall this far is impossible. I asked in a way that is sounded rude enough but not enough to provoke him. That way he could just drop me off and begin a journey to the center of hell.
“To the mall, my kitty. We need to go shopping. You needed to prepare yourself right?” Marcus said Oh-so-casually. Ugh,I hate this guy!
“Whoever said I needed your help?” I said facing the window to my right.
***30 minutes ago hours ago***
“Why are you here?” I said. Marcus was leaning on the door of his red Porsche.
“I’m taking you out.” Marcus said hovering to where I was.. My gaze dropped down to his lips. Oh God, how delicious would’ve it been if I chose to kiss hi—WHAT?! I mentally slapped myself and quickly raised my gaze to his face. I confess, I confess he is hot.
“No you aren’t. The date is still tomorrow.” I said matter-of-factly. Trying to avoid Marcus closing steps towards me and the urge to stare at his lips. In a mere five seconds my thought drifted to what he was wearing, damn those muscles are poking right out of his shirt. He was wearing a plain blue cleavage shirt that showed most of his golden heavenly chest. The fabric was thin and fit that’s why it hung a little tightly on his muscles. Damn, he wasn’t making the weather any cooler. He wore a black faded jeans and red converse. I can conclude that Marcus van Halt does not need clothes to make him flawless instead HE makes the clothes flawless. Put anything on that man, he’d still look like a heavenly creature.
Due to the hotness overload in 5 seconds I didn’t realize that I stepped on a banana peel. Luckily, not. Marcus was there to save me. He grabbed my waist by the other hand and the small of my back with the other and pulled me close to his chest.
“Clumsy, aren’t we?” Marcus said playfully.
Being the ninja that I was, I quickly shrugged Marcus’ hands but he quickly grabbed me by the waist and hauled me over his right shoulder. Fortunately his car was close so I did not suffer a lot of seconds facing that guy’s butt.
Marcus dropped me on the front seat and thus began the 30 minutes of buttnailed pain.
***end of flashback***
“Well, since you’re going to a date with me, I am somehow obligated to make sure that you use the 24-hour preparation time.” Marcus said emphasizing ‘me’.
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