The woman leaned close to him, undeterred by his glum expression.
She had schemed to be there, claiming that her car had broken down before asking him to give her a ride home.
Marcus hadnât refused out of respect for her father, but he wasnât expecting to be seen by Melissa, of all people.
Not that he should be bothered by thisâthey had broken up, after all.
The problem was, he did feel bothered.
He was flustered and angry and even a little regretful.
As soon as Melissaâs car disappeared in the distance, Marcus got out of the car and slammed the door closed behind him.
He turned to his driver, instructing him to drive the girl home.
Feeling aggrieved, she also got out of the car and demanded, âIs it because of her?â
Marcus stood tall and brooding in his black suit.
He lit a cigarette and took a couple of drags before asking, âHer, who?â
âMelissa! From the Watson Group.
I heard that she got her position through Mr.
Watsonâs help.
She wouldnât have been promoted so fast if there was nothing going on between them.
So, are you rejecting me because of her? You canât possibly be unaware that Iâm trying to pursue you.
Do you honestly think that woman is worth more than I am?â
She was shaking with emotion, and her tone turned aggressive with every word she spoke.
Instead of answering her, Marcus put his cigarette out and got back inside the car.
The girl tried to do the same, but he stopped her.
âShe is the mother of my son,â he said, his tone icy.
âWhile you are a nobody to me.
What made you think you can insult her to my face?â
He pulled the door closed, forcing her to back away, and then snapped at Ross, âDrive!â
Ross had overheard every bit of their conversation, and couldnât be more pleased with its result.
Still, he wasnât as cruel as his master.
âIt may not be a good idea, Mr.
Fowler,â he said as he started the engine.
âWhat if she runs into some hooligans if we leave her all by herself?â
âI donât care!â
Marcus glanced at the rearview mirror and saw the girl stamping her feet, no doubt throwing a tantrum.
Ross grinned.
âWell, itâs not her fault.
This is on you, really, you ladykiller.
Despite being a father, you still have a flock of women constantly chasing after you.
If I were Melissa, Iâd be furious, too.
Ah, where are we headed, by the way?â
Marcus clicked his tongue and leaned back in his seat.
He didnât care for Rossâ words, either.
He fiddled with his phone for a while before asking James out for a drink.
It was cold, and it was late.
James dragged himself out of bed and did not hesitate to give Marcus a piece of his mind.
âLook here, you may be single, but I have a wife and children to keep me company in my nice, warm home.
Seriously, if you werenât helping with my business, I would never go out in the middle of the night just to drink and listen to your woes.
Tell me, did you have another fight with Melissa? Why donât you just go straight to her and ask her if she still loves you, huh? Be a man and beg on your knees!â