Marcus felt hot and thirsty. His body was on fire. It felt awful like he was on the verge of suffocating. He wasn't conscious. In a daze, he wrapped his arms around something, like he'd grabbed a piece of driftwood as he was heaving in the sea and about to perish; he could barely contain himself and wrapped himself around it with all his might, desperate to let it out, desperate to put out the fire in his body.
Ethan did not know what he had overwhelmed until he was wrapped up in a person, kissing his face, neck, and body, touching a piece of all the slippery texture. The day was forced to suppress the animal nature and was soon under the body of the passionate kisses wandering throughout his body stirred up. He is not a willow, even if he realizes that things are a little abnormal, but by the alcohol steamed over his brain at this time, There is no way to think correctly. He just obeyed his desire, forcefully ripped off the clothes of the person underneath him, which were already messy, and began to respond with all his heart and soul.
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Marcus woke up with a terrible headache and a hangover, and overindulgence was the result, of course, a particular place as if it had been crushed in general, but also hot and painful; he held up the body and could not help but s*ck in the breath and fell back to the bed.
Only at this time did he realize that someone was beside him, and on his waist was another hand that didn't belong to him: bronzed skin, firm muscles, a man's arm. Marcus slowly turned his head and froze for three seconds before returning to his senses, always unperturbed by changes.
Last night, those charming intermittent images just so abruptly entered his brain that he closed his eyes. Clear thinking, Marcus sighed unluckily, pushed away the arm still on his waist, endured the discomfort of the body to get up and out of bed, was ravaged/ravaged clothes thrown all over the place, he picked up his own set aside, pushed the door into the bathroom to go.
The shower poured under the person's closed eyes, but the corner of his mouth could not help but climb on the bitter smile to participate in the wedding of the object of unrequited love and then the enemy on the bed when it is ridiculous through the top.
Twenty minutes later, Marcus came out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his lower body. Ethan had also woken up and was sitting on the edge of the bed, naked and still a little dazed. Seeing him come out made his eyes widen even more. Marcus didn't miss the flicker of consternation in his eyes.
The man stroking his short, wet hair ignored him and stepped aside to change his clothes.
Ethan subconsciously shifted his gaze as he did so; there were still droplets of water sliding down his tightly muscled chest and under the white towel, and for a moment, it reminded him of the feel of his fingers on it last night, sending shivers down his spine like never before.
Marcus had already turned his back and tugged off the towel, bending over to put on his trousers. Ethan was a little afraid to look at his arched buttocks and the remnants of his ravishment on them; in the end, he was still weak; he averted his gaze, stood up, and went into the bathroom as well.
Entangled in the night, two people woke up the next day and did not say anything.
By the time Ethan came out of the shower half an hour later, Marcus had already left.
Ethan walked out of the room, looked to the side, the so-called corridor at the very end of the room, and still had to turn a corner. So it was his pitfalls. He went to the wrong room, got this not blessed to consume, and did not want to drink the love affair.
There are no more people in the manor. After last night's crazy fun, a group of people left one after another, even the two main characters of the wedding also, early in the morning to take a plane to Europe to spend their honeymoon. The maid asks Ethan if he wants to use breakfast; Ethan shakes his head, drives his car, and does not return to leave.
There were very few cars on the suburban road back to the city, and Ethan drove as fast as he could, his mind spinning from William to Marcus, and the more he thought about it, the worse he felt until the ill-timed phone rang.
Absently, he hung up his headset and impatiently said,' Hello,' 'Who is it?'
'Ethan the Great, what's with the early morning fire?' The person on the other end of the phone smiled cheekily and poked his scars half-heartedly, 'Totally out of love and sad to see the one you love finally marrying someone else?'
Ethan frowned, 'If there's something wrong, say it; if there's nothing, I'm hanging up.'
'Don't, don't,' the person on the other end of the phone was busy,' I asked when you're coming back?'
'Something wrong?'
'Grandma told me to ask.'
Ethan sighed softly, thought momentarily, and replied, 'Flight back at three in the afternoon.'
'I'll pick you up at the airport.'
Ethan gave a hmm and hung up straight away.
On the same day, he saw the man he was 419ing with only last night in front of him again. I don't know if it's bad karma or not. Still, Ethan, who had his head down and was bored of flipping through the magazines in his hand, subconsciously raised his head when he noticed that there was a pair of leather shoes stopping in front of him and then met the eyes of Marcus, who even with sunglasses in front of him, he guessed that he must have been very cold.
Marcus raised his jaw to gesture for him to get out of the way, and Ethan sidestepped to let him in before reacting to the fact that they were in neighboring first-class seats.
Turning his head sideways, he saw that Marcus had already opened his laptop, and Ethan finally, without holding back, opened his mouth first:' That...'
Marcus raised his eyes to him.
'Don't wear sunglasses when you're in the cabin...'
Marcus did not take care of him. His eyes turned back to the laptop screen in front of him. Ethan glanced at it—it was the financial news. When he withdrew his gaze, he unconsciously landed on his lips. It was obvious that there were a few tiny wounds. He should have bitten it out last night.
Subconsciously licking his lips, Marcus browsed to the bottom of the web page and raised his eyes to see that this call would produce some bad associations of his expression, double eyebrows imperceptible light knit up, would like to say something, think about it or forget it, happened on the occurrence of the, and then calculate is meaningless. The big deal is when the dog bites a good.
Until the plane took off, Marcus only collected the notebook and sunglasses that he still had not taken down, leaned against the seat, and closed his eyes; Ethan turned his head to look at him for a while but suddenly felt a little funny. He knew him for six years, but in private, but almost no words every time we dealt with him; in addition to that hypocritical politeness in the business world, it is all because of William, but just because he is with his pursuit of William. Because he was a competitor who pursued William together with himself, and he knew his family history and character very well, is this considered familiar or not?
And then there was last night, coincidentally, there was that one-night stand.
The feeling was excellent and memorable; the only bad thing was that the target was Marcus.
Marcus's name is very feminine, but in his bones, he is a cold and evil person. Ethan and his contact, although not much, really do not like him such a personality, not to mention Marcus. Even if he is pressed, compared to this, and he is the same tall and strong man, Ethan thinks he still prefers William, who always seems to have a teenage temperament. Teenage air of a little man.
Although his eyes are closed, Marcus can feel Ethan measuring himself; he is not angry and wakes up in the morning to understand what happened. He hated to do with yesterday. William, as well as a punch, sent Ethan's face to go, but a little bit of calmness, but also felt that they wanted to do so. In turn, it appeared to be their own on this matter to hold a grudge. The best way to dispose of it is, in fact, only to pretend that it did not happen, but the best way to do so is to pretend that it did not occur. The best way to deal with it was to pretend it hadn't happened and not take it seriously.
Initially, he and Ethan were not together because William only had a crossroads; there would be no more need to deal with it in the future.
Three hours later, the plane landed. Ethan exited the airport and saw the person waving at him beside the silver sports car.
Lucas came over with significant strides and complained before the person even got close, 'You're too slow. Is the plane late again?'
'Isn't it normal to be late?'
Ethan said casually, walking directly towards the car. Lucas looked back and saw Marcus coming out of the airport. He was slightly surprised, of course, because he and Marcus were not familiar with each other. He also did not greet him. He got into the car to see Marcus take a taxi to leave, only to ask about Ethan: 'You and that Marcus are coming back together?'
'Same flight.'
Lucas tsked, 'I admire you two for being so generous as to go to a wedding when the one you love is married.'
'... Drive.'
Lucas is Ethan's brother, Ethan, a minor three-year-old character, but Ethan is the opposite, all day long with a group of fox and dog friends outside unthinkingly mixing, the typical playboy. Yesterday was also just with someone to go abroad to explore the back. Qin Sitong's wedding also does not participate; of course, he is not interested in, that is, a group of clothed beasts getting together a piece of false with the snake; he is most annoyed by this kind of He is the most annoyed with this kind of occasion.
Listening to Lucas constantly in the ear raucous, Ethan is finally looking for an opportunity to diverge from the topic. When will you return to the company to help?'
'Can... I refuse?'
'Can't.'
'Brother...' Lucas dragged out his voice to be petulant. Ethan listened to his scalp tingling, and goosebumps rose: 'You are not unaware that I am not interested in doing business.'
'I didn't ask you to talk to people about business; you can just go into the information department, don't hang around all day, and don't forget that you promised me you'd stop when you've had enough.'
Lucas silently despises him. This is a love lost, uncomfortable, and turned to squeeze their own.
Their parents died early; he is such a dear brother, an elder brother, and a father. In Ethan's words, he dare not from...
'I say, you have time to worry about me or think about how to solve your things.'
'My, what things?' Ethan was baffled.
The corner of Lucas's mouth rose, and he smiled wryly, 'Grandma heard that you fell out of love, and she wants to arrange a blind date banquet for you so you can solve your lifelong matter as soon as possible.'
'...'