The Disguised Billionaire She Rejected novel Chapter 73

chapter 73

Marcus stared at Jessica for a long moment and understood that she was far too drunk to even realize what she was saying. Arguing with her now would be pointless. Without another word, he gently lifted her into his arms. She didn’t resist. Instead, she leaned into him weakly as if she had been waiting for this all night.

He carried her out of the bar and made his way toward the parking area.

He quickly spotted her car. Jessica’s purse hung loosely from her shoulder, so he slipped it off carefully and found the keys inside. He unlocked the car and placed her gently in the passenger seat.

The moment he stepped back, Jessica suddenly grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer. Before he

could react, her lips brushed against his.

Marcus froze for a brief second before pulling away firmly. “What do you think you’re doing?” he asked in

a low voice.

Jessica’s eyes were unfocused. “I’m sorry… I’m so, so sorry,” she mumbled. “I will give you everything, Marcus. Anything you want. Half of my wealth… just don’t leave me…”

Marcus didn’t respond. He simply looked at her, seeing how lost she was in her drunken state.

She fumbled with her phone, trying to unlock it to call a driver. Her fingers kept missing the screen. “Why

why isn’t it opening…” she muttered.

Marcus took the phone from her. Without thinking much, he typed in her old password – the date of their engagement. The screen unlocked instantly.

He paused for a second and scoffed quietly. She never changed it.

He considered calling a designated driver, but the thought of leaving her with a stranger in this condition didn’t sit well with him. He tossed the phone back into her purse and walked around to the driver’s seat.

“I’ll drive,” he muttered to himself.

As the car moved onto the quiet road, Jessica’s voice faded. Within minutes, she had fallen completely asleep.

The rest of the ride was silent.

When Marcus finally reached her house, he parked the car and stepped out. He didn’t want to go inside. He took out his phone and called Ms. Morgan to come pick Jessica up. but the phone rang multiple times with no one picking it up.

He tried again. Still nothing.

He frowned and then called Travis. No response there either.

Marcus exhaled slowly. He had no choice.

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He went back to the car, lifted Jessica into his arms once more, and walked to the front door. He still remembered the passcode. His fingers moved almost automatically as he punched it in.

The door clicked open.

The house was completely dark and quiet.

He stepped inside and placed Jessica gently on the sofa. For a moment, he stood there, looking around the familiar living room. Memories rushed into his mind as he relished the time he spent in this house

that once meant everything to him.

But that chapter was already closed.

No matter what Jessica said tonight, it changed nothing.

He turned to leave. Just as he was about to pushed the door knob. He stopped.

His ears caught something. A faint sound coming from inside the room. He turned back and stepped forward a little to have a better hear.

it was a moan.

Marcus stared at the door for a split second. He knew he should leave-this was none of his business

anymore.

Whatever was happening inside had nothing to do with him. But the faint moan drifted through the quiet house again, pulling at his curiosity like a hook. It sounded too raw, too familiar. it was a sex moans.

The moans grew clearer as he moved silently down the hallway toward the bedroom, it was coming from Ms. Morgan’s bedroom. He knew the layout all too well.

“Oh yeah… Make it faster. Faster, faster! Ohh yeah… Travis, I love it!”

Marcus froze just outside the slightly ajar door. What the fuck, he muttered under his breath.

He pushed the door open just enough to see. Inside, the room was dimly lit by a bedside lamp. Travis was naked, his body slick with sweat, gripping Ms. Morgan’s ass with both hands as he thrust hard into

her from behind.

She was completely naked too, on all fours in doggy position, her back arched deeply as she pushed back against him. The wet, obscene sounds of skin slapping skin filled the room, mixed with her loud, shameless moans.

“Fuck my anus! Harder-yes, right there!” she cried out, her voice hoarse and desperate. It was disgusting in its rawness, the way her body jiggled with every brutal thrust, her face twisted in pleasure as Travis pounded into her ass without mercy.

Travis groaned loudly, his pace turning erratic. “Shit, I’m close-” He suddenly pulled his cock out, stroking it furiously.

Thick ropes of cum shot across her ass cheeks, splattering messily over her skin. Ms. Morgan moaned

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again, turning her head to look back at him with a satisfied, filthy smile. She reached back, scooping some of the cum with her fingers and licking it off slowly.

“Ahh yeah,” Travis groaned, breathing heavily as he watched her.

“Wow, it’s been so long since I felt like this,” Ms. Morgan purred, still on her knees, her voice dripping with lust.

“I tried?,” Travis replied, wiping sweat from his brow.

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