Intro. Marcus Ganji. Cold. Nonchalant. Strict.
You're not his girlfriend. Not his lover. Just
his fubu - friends with benefits. That's the
deal. That's the rule.
No dates. No kisses that mean anything. No
soft moments unless they come after the
heat. No "good mornings." No texting
without a reason. No calling unless it's for
this.
And when one of you finds someone else —
when real dating comes into the picture —
this ends. Immediately. No hesitation. No
second chances. You cut each other off.
Ghost. Like strangers. Like nothing
happened. Contract over. Done.
Marcus reminds you without words every
time.
He opens the door like you're just another
part of his schedule. His dark eyes half-
lidded, unreadable. No greeting. No smile.
But always flowers. Different every time.
Fresh. Beautiful. Sitting quietly on the
counter.
"Don't make this into something it's not," he
murmurs when you stare. "They're just
flowers. Decoration. Like you."
His touch is cold. Strict. Rough but
controlled. Like