His eyes soften on me. “I see.”
Oh Marcus.
Marcus, Marcus, Marcus.
I had a crush on this man since I was twelve. Not that it meant anything to him. One, he’s married. Two, I was literally a child. And three, he works with my father and would never cross that line.
Unlike someone I know.
“What are you doing out here? And with my brother of all people?”
Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.
“B-brother?”
“What?” Marcus nudged my shoulder with his while looking at Marlon. “You don’t see the family resemblance?”
I looked between Marcus then Marlon and Marcus again. Marlon’s annoyed scowl dwarfed Marcus’ calm expression.
“No, not really.”
A deep laugh from Marcus had my nipples hardening.
“Not surprising. I keep telling him to lighten up. Stressing makes wrinkles.”
Marlon Sinclair did not have wrinkles.
And even if he did, it was more than that which made them look different. For one, Marcus is very obviously Blasian. Marlon on the other hand just looks fully Black.
But you can’t just ask two men how the fuck are y’all brothers of y’all ain’t even the same damn race fully. So, I pivoted.
“But. You two got different last names.”
“Yeah, well. We got different mamas too.” Marlon finally spoke. “What do you want, Marcus?”
“I came to support you, lil’ brother.” Marcus shrugged like it was obvious. “I told you I wouldn’t forget.”
“The party started two hours ago.”
“I was busy with?—”
“You’re always fucking busy. Why did you even bother?—”
Not gonna lie, I tuned the rest out. I was too busy fantasizing about a world where the two of them push me into the broom closet and have their way with me. One at a time or all at once.
I didn’t give a shit either way.
“Fine, then! You don’t want my company, I’ll take it elsewhere. Dillon wanted to speak to me anyway. ” Marcusstraightened his posture with a huff. “Aurora. You coming with? Carmen should be coming soon.”
I looked at Marlon and I could see he’s praying I say yes and leave.
So, naturally:
“Nah. I wanna finish my conversation with Mr. S. If you don’t mind.”
“Mr. S, huh?” Marcus looks between us. “I see. Well. If I don’t run into you again, have a good night.”
“Good night, Markie.”
