Movie Merger (Bad Boys Billionaire Bachelors Club #2) by Rachel Angel
Authors: Rachel Angel
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This time Marshall massaged my calves and legs, almost making me purr…it was absolutely incredible. I had never experienced anything like it and it made my senses come alive from the tips of my toes and let’s just say…further north. I’d hoped this may be it, the moment I’d been starting to long for. However, I was wrong. Once again that clock went off inside Marshall and the business side reigned supreme again. He said he’d be back later and wasn’t sure of the time.
Once again, I was asleep when he got home and found that he was up before I awoke. I don’t know how he was so stealthy, but I never heard him. I’d never thought of myself as that deep of a sleeper either. It must have been all that work I was doing. It was exhausting being so thorough and detail oriented with documents that I didn’t know everything about. Luckily, I had the fortune to call up my dad’s firm a few times for some resources. It was a blessing having my dad and a few of the other people at the office at my disposal when I had a pressing question.
Working non-stop through the files made me lose track of time. Day and night began to blur, and I was falling into a routine, but beginning to understand the entire case much better.
The next day proved to be another day devoted to business, not being able to get an audience with Marshall about the merger, and getting some awesome massages that sent my hormones into frenzy. I didn’t know how long I’d be able to take this. I needed to get a release and I wanted it to be Marshall. My own hands were not cutting it any longer. No matter what, I was longing for Marshall’s touch. Craving him to make a move on me…so much so, that I didn’t care if it would interfere with our working relationship anymore.
Chapter 10
Something changed in Marshall after a few days in Vegas. It wasn’t noticeable in the waking hours, as he was actually becoming quite easy for me to understand and keep up with. The changes occurred during the night time hours, when much needed sleep came. He started to have dreams. They didn’t seem like nightmares necessarily, but he’d mumble in his sleep and whimper, sounding like a young boy more so than the in control billionaire. Naturally, the sounds would wake me up immediately and I always looked over to him to see what I could do.
The look on Marshall’s face during these haunting dreams captivated me. He looked like a sweet and innocent child, but one that had been hurt by the actions of another. The pain in his voice would grow as his dream intensified. I remembered what he’d told me about his mother being a drug addict, a prostitute, and not a very good mother. I wondered if that was what he dreamt about. Were those memories still that vivid?
During these moments my hands went over to Marshall’s back and I would rub it gently, hugging him closely as he slept, hoping that my embrace would let him know that someone was there who did care and would protect him. After the first night of these dreams I wanted to ask Marshall what the dreams were about so badly too, but decided against it in case it would embarrass him. That was the last thing I wanted and knowing that I could provide some sort of comfort to him during them was enough for me.
One night, after Marshall had drifted back off to sleep after an episode I couldn’t fall back asleep. I thought about what his childhood must have been like and how much pain it must have still caused him despite his success. Maybe he’d never had the chance to heal or recover from it. My mother had passed away when I was twenty. It had been unexpected and in a car accident, but for Marshall, his mother not only kept him when she was in no condition to be a good mother, but she’d never told him he had a father—a father who may be known as a great eccentric when he was alive, but could have made a difference. It was so selfish and I just didn’t understand how someone could do that. Problems or no
This time Marshall massaged my calves and legs, almost making me purr…it was absolutely incredible. I had never experienced anything like it and it made my senses come alive from the tips of my toes and let’s just say…further north. I’d hoped this may be it, the moment I’d been starting to long for. However, I was wrong. Once again that clock went off inside Marshall and the business side reigned supreme again. He said he’d be back later and wasn’t sure of the time.
Once again, I was asleep when he got home and found that he was up before I awoke. I don’t know how he was so stealthy, but I never heard him. I’d never thought of myself as that deep of a sleeper either. It must have been all that work I was doing. It was exhausting being so thorough and detail oriented with documents that I didn’t know everything about. Luckily, I had the fortune to call up my dad’s firm a few times for some resources. It was a blessing having my dad and a few of the other people at the office at my disposal when I had a pressing question.
Working non-stop through the files made me lose track of time. Day and night began to blur, and I was falling into a routine, but beginning to understand the entire case much better.
The next day proved to be another day devoted to business, not being able to get an audience with Marshall about the merger, and getting some awesome massages that sent my hormones into frenzy. I didn’t know how long I’d be able to take this. I needed to get a release and I wanted it to be Marshall. My own hands were not cutting it any longer. No matter what, I was longing for Marshall’s touch. Craving him to make a move on me…so much so, that I didn’t care if it would interfere with our working relationship anymore.
Chapter 10
Something changed in Marshall after a few days in Vegas. It wasn’t noticeable in the waking hours, as he was actually becoming quite easy for me to understand and keep up with. The changes occurred during the night time hours, when much needed sleep came. He started to have dreams. They didn’t seem like nightmares necessarily, but he’d mumble in his sleep and whimper, sounding like a young boy more so than the in control billionaire. Naturally, the sounds would wake me up immediately and I always looked over to him to see what I could do.
The look on Marshall’s face during these haunting dreams captivated me. He looked like a sweet and innocent child, but one that had been hurt by the actions of another. The pain in his voice would grow as his dream intensified. I remembered what he’d told me about his mother being a drug addict, a prostitute, and not a very good mother. I wondered if that was what he dreamt about. Were those memories still that vivid?
During these moments my hands went over to Marshall’s back and I would rub it gently, hugging him closely as he slept, hoping that my embrace would let him know that someone was there who did care and would protect him. After the first night of these dreams I wanted to ask Marshall what the dreams were about so badly too, but decided against it in case it would embarrass him. That was the last thing I wanted and knowing that I could provide some sort of comfort to him during them was enough for me.
One night, after Marshall had drifted back off to sleep after an episode I couldn’t fall back asleep. I thought about what his childhood must have been like and how much pain it must have still caused him despite his success. Maybe he’d never had the chance to heal or recover from it. My mother had passed away when I was twenty. It had been unexpected and in a car accident, but for Marshall, his mother not only kept him when she was in no condition to be a good mother, but she’d never told him he had a father—a father who may be known as a great eccentric when he was alive, but could have made a difference. It was so selfish and I just didn’t understand how someone could do that. Problems or no
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