Chapter 34: Chapter 34

ane and Marcus walked quickly to the reception to see what the commotion was. She stopped short when she saw Cletus moving his body in what was supposed to be dancing.

"Was he stung by something," she mumbled to herself.

She felt like she would have to sue him for noise pollution.

"Is this the unfortunate guy?" Marcus whispered.

"Unfortunately yes," she mumbled.

"You didn't say he was good at embarrassing himself," Marcus whispered back.

"I had no idea," she whispered and sighed. "I can not believe I once was in love with this clown," she murmured, cleaning her forehead.

Cletus did his grand style by kneeling in front of Jane. Marcus quickly pushed Jane behind him.

"Who are you?" Cletus asked, irritated, standing to his feet.

"Her bodyguard. You have a problem with that?" Marcus replied.

Cletus scowled at him and turned his attention to Jane. "Hey my Lo–"

"Don't!" Jane interrupted raising her left hand.

Cletus's eyes turned pleading. "I am sorry My love." He said taking a step closer to Jane. Marcus blocked his part.

"Does he have to be here?" Cletus asked vexed.

"I am afraid so." Jane snapped.

"Fine." He puffed. "Can we talk somewhere more private?"

"You should have thought of that before turning my company into a party hall."

"Oh Jane, why are you being difficult?"

"Why are you here Cletus?" Jane snapped. "I am here to work not to listen to you wasting my time."

"I want you, Jane," Cletus yelled.

Marcus chuckled. "Does she look like a property?" he mumbled under his breath.

"Shut up and just do your work!" Cletus yelled at Marcus.

"You raise your voice at anyone in this place and I will make you pay dearly.

Cletus glared at Marcus fuming.

"Can I take you for lunch?" he asked Jane not taking his eyes off Marcus.

"Marcus would still if I was going–"

Cletus interrupted her and was saying something but she raised her voice and took her spot back.

"–but lucky for you, I am not going."

"You were never this difficult Jane, what happened?"

Marcus snickered.

"It is funny you should ask Cle–"

"Who on earth let this Mistake into my building?" Mr. Morrison roared walking briskly to where Cletus stood with Marcus in front of him and Jane behind Marcus. "Security!" he shouted. "Security!!!"

Mr. Morrison picked up a staple machine from the receptionist's table and attempted to throw it at Cletus but was held by security.

Two other security guards held Cletus by his arm against his will and threw him out the door. They came back and picked up his speaker and threw it at him.

"Never set foot in my building ever again!" Mr. Morrison yelled at him.

Cletus walked to his car dragging his speaker with him cursing under his breath. He threw the speaker into the boot of the car. He then noticed that his tyres were all flat.

He turned to see Flanz and other security pretending to be lost in conversation. He walked out of the building fuming.

Mr. Morrison called an emergency meeting and threatened to fire all his workers if he ever saw or heard of Cletus being around the building ever again.

"I think I should sue Cletus for noise pollution." Mr. Morrison said to Jane after the meeting.

"I don't think there would be a need for the dad, you already made it clear to him that he is not welcome here."

Marcus opened the door to Jane's office for Jane and Mr. Morrison, he was about to go to his desk when Mr. Morrison stopped him.

"Why are you staying outside?" Mr. Morrison asked.

"I er… Miss. Jane placed my desk outside her office, sir."

"Nonsense! I want your desk moved into her office immediately after I leave. What if someone barged into her office through the window, how would you know?"

"I am sorry Sir, your request would be granted immediately after you leave sir."

"Good kiddo." Mr. Morrison said, tapping his shoulder before following Jane into the office.

"Why are you even her Dad, I supposed you should be getting ready for your next trip," Jane said, taking her seat.

"I was just in the neighborhood and I decided to pay my princess a visit." Mr. Morrison lied.

Jane gazed at him through narrowed eyes. "Dad?" she asked.

"What? Can't I visit my own company again?"

"We both know you are lying dad, just soil it," Jane mumbled.

"Fine." Mr. Morrison mumbled rolling his eyes. "I came to tell you we have decided to celebrate our 30th anniversary."

"Wow oh My God dad, I am not surprised."

Mr. Morrison frowned. "Common Jane, it will be fun."

"Dad I can't stop you, you celebrate everything, I can't remember when you didn't celebrate anything, so go ahead, celebrate with your wife."

"My poor baby, you used to love celebrations then.

Jame rolled her eyes. "Why couldn't you wait till I got home before telling me this, do you have to come all the way here?"

"Yes Jane, I had to. I was too excited to hold it to myself."

"You should have called, that's what phones are made for."

Mr. Morrison groaned. "You are just like your mother Jane, you two are no good at fun."

Mr. Morrion discussed more of the celebration and then made sure Marcus' desk was placed inside Jane's office before leaving.

"I keep liking your father more and more," Marcus said with his crooked grin.

"Yeah I do too," Jane mumbled, walking to his desk.

She sat on his desk facing him. Her short gown revealed most of her tight.

Marcus gulp. "Jane?"

"Yes Marcus?" she replied with a wicked smirk.

"Don't you want to agrr… You know, adjust your sitting position?"

"No Marcus I don't," she mumbled caressing his face.

"You are doing bad things to me, Jane," Marcus said in a choked voice.

"Yes I know," Jane whispered.

"There could be cameras."

"They are all turned off, I made sure."

Marcus pulled Jane off the table so she was sitting on his lap. "Your father could work back in." He said his breathing turned heavy as he looked intently into her eyes.

"The door is locked, My secretary isn't allowed to allow anyone in till I say so."

"Jane?"

"Yes, Marcus?"

"Has anyone told you how beautiful you are today?"

"Not in the last 4 minutes."

"I love you, Jane, never forget that."

Marcus wasn't sure if he was flying or driving home. Jane would get him fired and he wasn't sure if he mind anymore. She had taken his heart and his body captive and he didn't want to be rescued. Emily drove with Cole to school so he had to take the car. He had parked and was trying to get the ridiculous smile off his face when he noticed a black van parked just across the street with two hefty men looking at him. His wide grin finally left his face and was replaced by curiosity. He came out of the car and began walking towards them. Once they noticed he was approaching them they left.

"That was weird," he murmured to himself. He felt too light-headed to care about who they were. He walked slowly to the house with his grin plaster on his face again.

" Eww, Why are you smiling like someone who won the lottery?"

, "Agrrr! Why do I always have to come and meet you in this house?"

"Maybe because I live here, have you thought about that?"

Marcus sneered at her and went to his room.

He lay on his bed replaying every moment in his head.

Ding. Ding.

He pulled his phone from his pocket. It was Jane.

HEY,

WHAT ARE YOU THINKING OF?

Marcus thought his lips couldn't move any more upward in an attempt to smile but they did. His fingers flew quickly across the tiny keyboard.

WHO ELSE CAN I POSSIBLY BE THINKING OF?"

He sent and waited impatiently to reply.

DON'T KNOW. MAYBE WHAT MY FATHER WOULD DO TO YOU IF HE FINDS OUT WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO HIS DAUGHTER.

Marcus:I REALLY SHOULD THINK OF THAT.

Her reply came seconds later.

ARE YOU SURE YOU DO NOT WANT TO COME THIS NIGHT?

Marcus' smile fell a little.

I DO WANT TO COME, BUT IT WOULD BE WISE TO TAKE IT SLOWER.

Jane: YEAH… I UNDERSTAND. GOOD NIGHT, DON'T FORGET HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU.

Marcus: I LOVE YOU TOO.

He threw the phone to the side and fell asleep.

He woke up the next morning and knew something was wrong. Emily was crying and calling his name. His mother left for the market and left a note saying she is not coming back. He dropped Emily at school but she kept crying she didn't want to go to school. He went to the Morrison Mansion and was told Jane left and no one knows where she went.

He works up panting.

"What's with all these stupid dreams," he grumbled.

"If you don't get your butt off that bed, you will walk all the way to work."

"Oh, Emily! You are not crying?"

Emily looked at him with disgust. "Why will I cry?"

"Never mind." Marcus murmured, "Just glad you are okay."