My Boss's Hidden Heir (Elara and Marcus) novel Chapter 89

Chapter 89

They got home around midnight, the city was still alive with lights but the streets quieter than they’d been earlier in the evening. Dante pulled up to the penthouse gate and waited for it to open before driving through to the front entrance.

He put the car in park and turned around to look at Marcus and Elara in the backseat. “Alright, this is your stop.”

Marcus opened his door and climbed out, then walked around to help Elara. She took his offered hand but didn’t say anything, still radiating that cold anger from the car ride.

Mimi rolled down her window. “Text me when you get upstairs, okay?”

“Very funny, I will,” Elara said, her voice softening slightly when she looked at her friend.

Marcus leaned down to Dante’s window. “Thanks for driving, man.”

“No problem. See you tomorrow?”

“Yeah, we’ve got that meeting at ten.”

Dante nodded, then gave both Marcus and Elara a knowing look. The kind of look that said I know exactly what you two are about to do, don’t even try to hide it.

Marcus straightened up, and Elara caught the look too. She shook her head, trying not to smile.

“Drive safe,” Marcus said.

“Always do.”

Dante pulled away from the entrance, Mimi waving from the passenger window as they drove back through the gate and disappeared into the night.

Marcus and Elara stood there for a moment in the quiet, the tension from earlier still hanging between them like a physical thing. Then Marcus gestured toward the door.

“Come on. Let’s go inside.”

They walked through the entrance in silence, the security guard nodding at them as they passed. The elevator ride up to the penthouse was equally quiet, both of them lost in their own thoughts.

When they finally got inside and the door closed behind them, Elara immediately dropped her bag by the entryway table and walked over to the couch. She collapsed onto it with a heavy sigh, her body sinking into the cushions.

“What a freaking day,” she muttered, reaching down to unbuckle her heels.

The strappy gold shoes had been beautiful but absolutely brutal on her feet. She’d been wearing them for hours now, and her feet were screaming for relief. She got the first one off and tossed it aside, then started working on the second.

A yawn escaped her as she finally freed her other foot. She pulled out her phone to call her mum, checking

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the time out of habit. But it was already past eleven. Way too late to be calling the hospital. Her mother would definitely be asleep by now.

She dropped the phone back into her bag and leaned back against the couch, closing her eyes for a

moment.

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