Chapter Forty Three

Marcus’ POV

I lean against the doorframe of the sports car as Rory’s voice peters off, her eyes closed as she passes out. I shake my head, a smile tugging at me as I watch her for a second, she’s a damn cute drunk I’ll give her that.

Leaning into the car, I pull on the seatbelt, as I stretch over my blonde, her perfume enveloping me. I can’t help but inhale deeply, it’s fresh, muted, and somehow completely her, it flashes memories of her spread out across the hotel bed across my mind causing my jeans to tighten.

I shake my head firmly, clipping the belt into its housing before withdrawing from the space and the enigmatic woman who I can’t seem to leave alone.

Shutting the door gently, so as not to disturb the sleeping woman, I jog around the hood to the driver's s……