Chapter 32: Chapter 32

Jane was starting to wonder if Marcus had a twin she didn’t know about. In the presence of her father, he was so professional she sometimes thinks he had decided to listen to her father and keep their relationship Heiress-Bodyguard. But then he sneaks into her room almost every night for the past 1 month and is still his goofy self when they are alone or with his family.

She remembered when she and her father had gone to a conference together and as usual Marcus had to be there to protect her. He looked so professional and put together. Not once did her father see him looking at her in another way except his professionally focused stares.

“Marcus, I cannot believe how professional you look. You look more responsible when doing your job than you did when saying that nonsense about liking my daughter.” Mr. Morrison complimented; “I am proud of you kiddo.” he added tapping Marcus’ shoulder and leaving for his car.

“I was so naïve then.” Marcus had answered.

She was at the airport to see her friend Sophia off and Marcus had been his professional self throughout until she had asked him to go. Sophia was heading to California Los Angeles where she would spend a year working.

Sophia was angry, happy, and disappointed in Jane. Angry because she wasn’t told earlier about the relationship between Jane and Marcus, Happy because Jane was happy, Disappointed because Jane hadn’t had sex with Marcus yet, disappointed because her friend would rather spend her time with a guy than with her, disappointed because she thought love was a stupid emotion and her friend had fallen victim again.

“I have told you before Jane, never fall in love just get as many binga as you can get and leave.”

“And I didn’t listen,” Jane mumbled.

“Why didn’t you listen? We were supposed to share your hot bodyguard, remember? You have him for one night and I have him for the next night.”

“No!” Jane yelled. “Nobody is sharing my man with me!”

“That is not how these things work Jane, all these things are meant to be shared between friends.

“Sophy please,” Jane begged. “There are billions of guys out there, you can have as many as you want, but please Marcus is off-limits.

“Fine,” Sophia replied, rolling her eyes.

After they said their goodbyes and Sophia entered the plane, Jane quickly called Flanz to come and drive her to Marcus’ house. Usually, her excuse for going to spend time with Marcus was going to meet Sophia. But since Sophia had told her of her plan to leave the country she had been thinking of other reasons she would have to leave the house without making her parents suspicious. She had settled on lying about joining a club. As she thought about it she felt like a teenager, deciding her parents just to see a guy.

She arrived at Marcus' house to meet Marcus and Emily arguing about whom she liked the most between the two of them. Their mother Mrs. Rebecca had gone to the supermarket where she works so Jane suggested they go to the beach. Marcus grumbled all the way to the beach because Jane invited Emily.

Marcus tried to keep up with the girly conversation between Jane and Emily but Emily kept making it harder than usual; he then gave up and lay on his mat. He didn’t know how long he lay there cursing Emily but he finally felt relieved when Jane shifted her mat to his and cuddled under his left arm. “Why are you being grumpy Marc?”

“I am not.” He grumbled and after a second they both laughed. “I just hate when Emily steals my time.” He whined curving his body so he could face her. Jane was in a baggy Sweater and baggy trousers.

“You know you spend at least 10 hours with me every day, would I have to move in with you before you would be satisfied?”

“Maybe,” he mumbled.

Emily cleared her throat and Marcus almost screamed. “Since you both have decided to oppress me because I didn’t bring a date, I would call Cole and ask him to take me on a date.” She said and matched away.

“And never return!” Marcus shouted. He turned to see Jane staring at him in disgust. “What?” he shrieked.

“You are unbelievably selfish,” Jane muttered.

“Yes I am,” Marcus replied with a smile. “Very selfish Jane, very selfish with you.”

They fell silent for a while enjoying their own company. “Marcus?” Jane asked.

“Yes, my love,”

‘That was just cruel,’ Jane thought. She wondered why he likes torturing her at unexpected moments like this. She was used to him calling her Ma’am, Miss, or by her name. At first, when she had asked him why he called her ma’am most of the time especially when they became a thing he said it was to remind himself that she is still his boss so he won’t end up doing something crazy. Now he called her his love and the dragons in her tummy were back making her press her nails into his arms.

“Sorry,” she muttered shyly. She had told him the effect he had on her whenever he said anything romantic or caring. So he seemed smug instead of pained.

“What were you going to say, my love?”

Jane pressed her nails harder into his skin she feared she would injure him. “Please stop it, Marcus, you are making me forget!”

“You do not want me to call you my love?” He sounded surprised.

“No, of course not, I mean of course I want you to, just not now. I am trying to ask you a serious question here.”

Marcus' grin was smug. “Alright Ma’am, what did you want to ask?”

Jane sighed. “Umm… you ugr… you remember why you talked about marrying me?”

Marcus raised his head off his pillow, his eyes wider than ever. “Yeah?”

“Lay down back Marcus, you are making this harder than it should be.”

Marcus rolled his eyes and did as he was told.

“Would you want to… umm you know, do it even though you know how lazy I am?”

Marcus scoffed. “Who said you are lazy? You’ve been running through my mind forever non-stop.”

Jane punched his torso. “Why can’t you be serious for once Marcus?” She complained.

Marcus laughed and then turned serious. “You are not lazy Jane, you are the most hard-working Accountant I know.”

“Agrr,” Jane groaned, " I am not talking about work! I mean house chores. You know how spoiled I am, I can barely open my own bottle of water.”

“I do not see the problem here,” Marcus murmured.

Jane sat upright and Marcus did the same. “Say we get—um we did the thing.”

“Get married Jane, say it.”

Jane sighed. “Get married,” She mumbled so low.

“I didn’t hear that say it louder.” Marcus prompts.

“Get married Marcus! Let’s say we get married!!” she yelled.

Marcus grinned crookedly. “Everyone is staring at you.” He said mockingly.

Jane noticed the eyes on her and threw her face into her pillow and began to cry.

“Jane,” Marcus called softly. “Please don’t cry.”

“Don’t talk to me ever again.” She whined.

“Please Jane, don’t cry. I’m sorry.”

Jane wanted to cry some more so Marcus could keep apologizing in his softest voice but after a few minutes, she decided she still wanted answers to her question.

“Have you forgiven me?” Marcus asked hopefully when she finally pulled the pillow off her face.

“No,” she snapped. “I just want you to answer my question then I can go back to being angry with you.”

Marcus' hope was replaced with pleading. “Please Jane,”

“We will discuss the conditions of me forgiving you after you answer my question.”

Marcus deliberated on that for a moment and then agreed. “What is your question?”

“Were you not listening?” she asked. “I said would you still marry me knowing I cannot do any house chores.”

“Do you really need an answer to that?”

Jane nodded.

Marcus sighed. “I would marry you even if the only thing you can do is look at me.” He replied, caressing her face.

“Really? You know my father won’t give us a dime of his money or any of the maids because he doesn’t support this right?”

“Who needs maids and money when they have you?”

“Everybody,” Jane mumbled.

“I do not see why you are worried about this. Emily could easily come over and do everything.”

“Who would do it when she is not around?”

“We both will Jane. Stop worrying about stupid things and tell me the conditions for which you would forgive me.”

Jane sighed and let the topic die. “You already know my condition,” she mumbled.

Marcus twists his eyebrows. “A kiss?” he asked.

Jane nodded.

“Jane, you always look for ways to break the no-kissing policy.”

“That’s because it is a stupid policy.”

“How about I introduce you to more people as my fiancé?”

“Would you do that?”

“Why won’t I?” he mumbled and kissed the tip of her nose.