"What do you do for a living?"
"Oh, I work at my dad's company, I'm the next CEO. My dad's gonna retire soon. Its basically a branch of hotels. And my dad's the main investor."
"So... You're basically a millionaire?"
"You could say so.... What about you?"
"What about me?"
"What do you do for a living?"
"This... Is my source of living"
Mark said.
Jackson was so fucking overwhelmed. He thought it was just a Part time job. But Mark made a living out of this? He wondered how much the brunette was suffering from within. But the interpretation of Mark in his memory would always remain the same.
Perfect, Beautiful, Wonderful, Lovely. Inside and Out.
"Okay then, it's your turn to ask me a question!" Jackson said, wanting to avoid the frequent weirdness.
"Uhm... O-Okay..... How old are you?"
"I'm 21. What about you?"
"Nineteen."
"I thought you were 20!"
"Yeah... Your turn"
"Oh... Yeah! Uh.... What's your favorite color?"
"Black"
Suddenly, another one of his cheesy desires evoked in his mind.
"Do you like dancing?"
"That's two questions in a row."
"Oh... I'm sorry. Your turn."
"I do like dancing."
Jackson's face lightened up. He quickly picked up his phone and put a slow song on play.
He jumped from his seat and offered his hand to Mark with the other one folded on his back.
"Then, may I have the honor of dancing with the prettiest of them all?"
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Fateful Night. (MarkSon FF)
FanfictionA one night stand can change everything. A/N:- All these ideas are mine, they are not real events, the characters do not belong to me. It is a fanfic. Enjoy. I'm so thankful to @SpicyShimkoong for making the gorgeous cover.
