LOGINPhase Two🚀 Can Mars & Nora handle what’s coming? What do you think of the story so far?
NORA Everything happens too fast. When I finally open my eyes, I see it. The tall steel shelf that had been holding extra pots and equipment has collapsed. It lies on its side right where we had been standing seconds ago. Pots, pans, and trays are scattered everywhere.My heart is hammering so hard I can barely breathe."Mars—" I start, but the words die in my throat when I look at him.He's still pressed against me, one arm braced on the wall beside my head, the other wrapped tightly around my waist. His whole body is rigid. His eyes are wide and hazy, like he's not really seeing me.He's in shock."Mars," I say again. I reach up and touch his face. "Hey. Look at me."His gaze finally meets mine. For a second, pure panic flashes across his face. Then he starts checking me frantically, his hands running over my arms, my shoulders, and my face."Are you hurt?" His voice is hoarse and frantic. "Did anything hit you? Tell me.""I'm fine," I reply quickly, grabbing his wrists to cal
NORA's POV Marcellus walks beside me, but he might as well be somewhere else entirely.He's not pacing, not exactly. His posture is straight, but there's a restless energy rolling off him in waves.I glance at him from the corner of my eye. His gaze is fixed straight ahead, but it doesn't look like he's actually seeing the hallway in front of us.I had told him we could talk after shooting. I thought that would give him time to calm down.Clearly, it didn't work."Mars," I say softly.He doesn't respond. I try again, a little louder."Marcellus."He blinks, like he's surfacing from deep water, and finally turns his head towards me. His eyes are distant for a second before they focus on my face."Yeah?"I study him for a moment. "You okay?"He doesn't answer right away. Instead, he slows his steps until we're almost at a stop on the wide staircase."Can I hold your hand?" he asks.The question catches me off guard. I don't answer immediately. I just look at his outstretched hand.
MAR'S POV Nora's legs are wrapped around my waist, her dress bunched up around her hips. I'm grinding against her desperately.Every slow roll of my hips drags my cock against her heat, and the friction is fucking maddening. She moans into my mouth, her nails digging into my skin."Fuck," I growl against her lips. "You feel too good."I'm so hard, it hurts. I want to rip that towel off, shove her panties aside, and bury myself inside her until neither of us can think straight.The need is violent. I can already imagine how tight and wet she'd be around me. But I know the rules.I know she's still playing her game.So I force myself to slow down. I break the kiss, breathing hard, and start to pull back.Nora's hands immediately grab my biceps."Where do you think you're going?" she whispers.Her gaze is dark, heated, and far too smug for someone who was moaning my name two seconds ago."On your knees."My cock twitches so hard I nearly groan. I stare at her for half a second, c
NORA I should've gone back to sleep after searching the closet. But I had found nothing that could have incriminated him. Now, I'm sitting cross-legged beside him, watching.He's asleep on his side, one arm stretched across the mattress where I'd been lying earlier. My fingers hover above his hair before I give in."...One touch," I whisper to myself. "That's all."I brush a few strands of dark hair away from his forehead. They're so soft, slipping between my fingers like silk. A strange warmth spreads through my chest at the contact.He doesn't wake up.Encouraged, I let my fingers drift through his hair slowly, gently combing it back. My fingertips graze his scalp, and his breathing deepens. His forehead relaxes beneath my fingers."...You really are exhausting," I mumble.It’s strange indeed. How one man can depend on so many pills for survival. A tiny frown appears between his brows. His lashes flutter weakly."...Mm..."I freeze. His eyes crack open only halfway, unfocuse
NORA I step out of the bathroom feeling like I've been wrung out and left to dry. My body aches from the long day of filming, and all I want is something sweet. My favorite dessert. Those delicate pistachio macarons from the little patisserie near the resort. I've been thinking about them since this morning.I'm halfway to the bed when a sharp knock sounds at the door.My bare feet pad across the floor as I cautiously approach the door. I peek through the peephole first.It's Marcellus.I exhale, some of the tension leaving my shoulders, and open the door.He stands there, looking unfairly handsome even while clearly exhausted. In one hand, he holds a beautiful bouquet of white lilies and soft pink roses. In the other hand, he's holding a small white box from the patisserie.My favorite macarons.The relief hits me so hard that my eyes actually sting. I want to throw myself into his arms and bury my face in his chest.But then I remember that I'm currently at the war front. So
MARCELLUS I don't answer immediately. Instead, I look at Nora. She's staring at the chocolate spilling across the plate, refusing to look at me."...I do."No one utters a word. Even Sebastian has his narrowed gaze on me."She's right." My voice is calm. "Obsession doesn't announce itself. One day you're simply... rearranging your entire life around another person without realizing you've already lost."A few contestants exchange glances."And lies?" I continue. "They sometimes don't begin with bad intentions."Now Nora looks at me."They begin with someone convincing themselves they're protecting the person they love." I clench my fist. "Eventually... you forget the difference between protecting them and hurting them."I keep my eyes on Nora. "So yes. I agree with every word my wife said."I pause."The only thing she forgot..." My gaze lingers on hers. "...is that some obsessions don't end when they're exposed. They become love."I don't realize how bad those words got to N
NORA I stare at him, my heart still racing from the implication of everything he just laid bare. I need to know if I'm just a war spoil to him.What difference will it make? A tiny voice asks at the back of my mind.But in truth, knowing what I am to him is what I need to keep myself afloat in
NORA I level my deadliest glare across the studio. Tiffany glares right back. She's spent the last twenty minutes introducing herself to every breathing soul in the building—twice—like she's running for mayor of Reality TV.She’s tall, auburn, stunning, and currently staring at me like I murd
MARCELLUS For a long moment, silence crackles over the line, the tightness in my chest worsening. "Who is Rachel Gregory to you?" Nora demands again, her voice rising. I exhale slowly, staring out at the glittering city lights beyond the window. "You should stop digging, little wolf."
NORA I finally collapse onto my bed, the familiar scent of my childhood room doing nothing to calm the storm in my head. Two Tylenol and a glass of water later, and my skull is still spinning like a broken carousel. I refuse to think about the fact that I might or might not be legally marr







