Kayla's POV
That was the first time I had ever spoken to Marcus Turner. A week later, he asked me out on a date, asked me to be his girlfriend in quick succession and I had accepted. I loved his style, I loved the way he spoke, I loved that he was very smart, and I loved everything that seemed to come from Marcus Turner, down to his cologne.
That was five years ago, and it had been pure bliss since then. Marcus had been the gentleman I had always known, calling me before taking an important or weighty decision, calling me to tell me where he was and what he was doing. The electricity that was there when we had first met was ever present, and I wanted to be with no one else apart from him.
I had always wanted to get a job, I had even gotten one once with an interior design compan
