Chapter One hundred-seventy seven

Fiona laid on Mark's shoulder with her eyes wide open, "Aren't you going to leave for work or what?" Mark asked as he stroked her hair.

"Am I not? I don't feel like going to work. You know whenever I am with you, it's hard for me to leave you. That's exactly what's happening."

Mark stood up, "No, no, no. That was before you got a job in your father's company. Now you are employed, and there are certain responsibilities on your shoulders.

You just can't forfeit those works of yours. It's unheard of, your father will come for me if he finds out you were supposed to be in the office, and you were on my bed moaning, and vibrating."

Fiona laughed, "Come on, how is he going to know? Besides I didn't tell anyone I was coming here, I can just cook up a lie, and they would believe it."

"Really?" He asked, looking down at her.

"Yeah, I know my brother, and my father so well. They would believe me, but that doesn't mean they are dumb. It just means I need to be more clever than them.

I need to c