"Come here ...."Those were Marco's first words to me after the fight. On the way to the airport, we didn't speak. I could tell Marco was upset, and I really didn't want to make his feelings worse.62We were already seated on the plane. Marco had miraculously arranged for two business class tickets to Missouri. I don't know when he ordered them.I shifted and moved closer to him, resting my head on his shoulder even though it was a little difficult. I closed my eyes, feeling so relieved that Marco's aura wasn't as regretful as before. He rubbed my head lightly. I think we were both too stubborn to apologize to each other.He didn't say anything else, didn't even ask about that damn nightmare Pedro was talking about earlier. I'm sure Marco doesn't know anything about that dream. He said that just to bully Pedro, so that he wouldn't look pathetic in front of Pedro. And sooner or later, Marco will ask about it, but not here. People can listen. That's not good for me and probably not good
I began a room tour, looking for a spot where I should store our belongings. My eyes lit up at the discovery of the walk-in closet, and my lower jaw hit the floor again when I found that there were already tons of clothes inside, even women's bags and shoes.I flipped through all the hanging women's clothes, which were dominated by mini dresses, both casual and formal. Bags, shoes, and some jewelry were also neatly lined up here. All colorful, various trinkets, most of which I wouldn't be able to afford.This is crazy. Could we have entered the wrong room?I hurriedly got out of the walk-in closet, walking towards the door. Maybe Marco was still around. However, the first person I met was a man in a black suit (again). He had cropped hair and was well-built, but not much taller than Marco."Do you need anything, Miss?" he asked, noticing my surprise.I tried to act as normal as possible. "Is Marco still here?""He just left. Is there something wrong?"I muttered under my breath. Reali
My heart pounded incessantly as Marco led me out of the room. His thumb rubbed the back of my hand, probably trying to calm me down, but it wasn't enough. I had absolutely no idea what a host was like in a mansion of this size and luxury."I'm afraid of meeting your father," I whispered, squeezing Marco's hand as we turned into another room."Are you afraid of me?""No.""Then you'll be fine meeting my father."I frowned, wanting to ask him what he meant, but I quickly dropped it when we turned another corner and the scene in front of me was a dining table with a large number of chairs and four people sitting there.Starting at the head of the table was a middle-aged man who looked so authoritative, powerful, and seemed to have so many things in his hands. One hundred percent sure it was Marco's father, the owner of this place, the master of this mansion. He had black hair, combed neatly back like Marco used to do. I now know where Marco's dominant attitude came from. Apparently he ha
"Tell me about your nightmare."My heart rumbled in my chest. Apparently this would be the time. I thought Marco had declined the offer of a drink with his father because he wanted to do something with me, a continuation of what he'd done earlier that afternoon in the limo and a few minutes ago at the dinner table. My lips curl downward, slightly disappointed.We sat facing each other on the long sofa by the window. Marco's right elbow dug into the back of the sofa, supporting his head. He tilted his head, searching through his eyes. My jaw hardened slightly, not liking the way his gaze seemed to be able to pry into anything. What Leandra was hiding? What Leandra's past was like? Or, what was wrong with Leandra?"It's a long story," I squeaked, pressing one finger into my palm until the nail felt almost through the skin."We have plenty of time." His expression was so flat, so clear, like the calm water of a lake. However, at the bottom of that lake I knew there was a monster ready to
Are you going to talk to me again if I tell you I haven't told her?***This morning I woke up to the sound of Pedro's message notification. Last night I asked him if he had told Kim that I was in Missouri. And the answer I got this morning was a relief.I sat on the edge of the bed, stretching. Marco's side of the bed was cold. That meant he'd been up since earlier, and there was no sign of him in the room. The clock still showed eight in the morning. Had Marco left already? Did he leave this early?I finally just decided to go to the bathroom, clean myself up quickly because today I was going to surprise Kim. I can already imagine how cute Kim's slanted eyes will be when she's bulging with surprise and excitement. She would tease me like crazy and bombard me with questions if I told her what brought me to Missouri again.While passing by the window, my eyes accidentally caught something. I immediately approached the glass and looked down. There I saw Marco on his morning run with so
The sun was shining brightly, casting a warm glow on the garden. Mr. Montgomery was tending to his plants with care, his wrinkled hands expertly pruning the leaves. I approached him quietly, not wanting to startle him. He turned around and smiled when he saw me."Good morning," he said, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. "Did you sleep well?"I nodded. "Yes, I did. Thank you for letting me stay here."Mr. Montgomery waved a hand dismissively. "It's no trouble at all. I'm glad you're here. And I have to thank you, too."I raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Thank me? For what?""For convincing my son to stay here for a while," he replied, his eyes twinkling. "He's been so busy with work lately that he hardly has time to stop by."I smiled at the thought of Marco coming here often. It was nice to imagine him taking a break from his busy life and spending time with his father. "I'm glad I could help," I said, feeling a sense of pride.Mr. Montgomery then turned to me and looked
"Marco ... I want to ask you something," I said, my voice soft. The man placed the book he was reading onto the sofa side table.Marco looked at me, his eyes filled with concern. "What is it, darling?"I took a deep breath, trying to figure out how to phrase my question. "Do I look like your mother?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.Marco looked surprised and confused. "Why do you ask?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.I felt my cheeks flush and I looked down. "Your father told me this morning," I said, my voice barely above a whisper."I will answer on one condition that you tell me the truth about why you want me so much, as you said a while ago," he said, his voice full of teasing."Alright," I agreed."My mother was beautiful, but you're more beautiful than her."I felt a warm feeling spread through my chest at his words. But I still wasn't satisfied. "But you said I remind you of your mother," I said, my voi
"Tell me what you imagined back then!"It was an order, and instantly my body stiffened. "I was upset that you didn't kiss me at the party. I touched my lips, wondering if you didn't want to kiss them.""Demonstrate. Continue."From my lips, my hands went down to my breasts, twisting the nipples. I sighed, looking at Marco from the mirror. "Did Marco not want to touch this?" My fingers went down to his waist, rubbing it. "I wanted your hands here." Then I bit my lip, slowly my hand went to the pubic
"Here we are ...." Marco said as he steered the car towards the park. I looked at him from where I was sitting. He looked back at me, a small smile on his lips."What place is this?" I asked, feeling quite curious.Marco's smile seemed to grow more enthusiastic. "It's my favorite place in the whole world. Want to come in?" he asked as he opened my door.I nodded, infected by his enthusiasm."Come on, then." He extended his hand to me, which I gladly took.I stared at him for quite a while, unconsciously showing him a hesitant face."Wonder what's wrong?" he asked.I shrugged my shoulders. "Nothing... it's just that I think the words "your favorite place" and "park" are not something that can be combined."My heart throbbed as he laughed very softly. "Trust me ...."As we walked towards the park, I started to feel my body warm up with excitement. It felt like I was stepping into a different world."Do you like it?" Marco asked, rubbing my hand with his thumb."Yeah... I've never been t
The sound of the curtains opening followed by the blinding light made my eyes flicker."Rise and shine ...."I groaned, ignoring the voice by turning my back to the light source.The bed I was sleeping on swayed gently, indicating that someone was on it. The blanket I had pulled over my body was now slowly unfurling. Someone pulled it until I felt a touch on my bare arm. "You want to waste the day off I promised you by sleeping?""Do you have a bucket list of things to do today?" I asked, not quite clear due to yawning.He laughed lightly. "Yeah... I do," he said, and I was a hundred percent sure he was talking nonsense.I turned around again, facing him who was also looking at me. "So, what's the first thing we're going to do today, Mr. 'I-Have-a-Plan'?""Take a bath together. Good idea?" He didn't let me answer and immediately lifted me off the bed. "Considering you always wake up when I'm all dressed up."I smacked his chest, he laughed loudly. He walked me to the bathroom, still
"Tell me what you imagined back then!"It was an order, and instantly my body stiffened. "I was upset that you didn't kiss me at the party. I touched my lips, wondering if you didn't want to kiss them.""Demonstrate. Continue."From my lips, my hands went down to my breasts, twisting the nipples. I sighed, looking at Marco from the mirror. "Did Marco not want to touch this?" My fingers went down to his waist, rubbing it. "I wanted your hands here." Then I bit my lip, slowly my hand went to the pubic
"Marco ... I want to ask you something," I said, my voice soft. The man placed the book he was reading onto the sofa side table.Marco looked at me, his eyes filled with concern. "What is it, darling?"I took a deep breath, trying to figure out how to phrase my question. "Do I look like your mother?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.Marco looked surprised and confused. "Why do you ask?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.I felt my cheeks flush and I looked down. "Your father told me this morning," I said, my voice barely above a whisper."I will answer on one condition that you tell me the truth about why you want me so much, as you said a while ago," he said, his voice full of teasing."Alright," I agreed."My mother was beautiful, but you're more beautiful than her."I felt a warm feeling spread through my chest at his words. But I still wasn't satisfied. "But you said I remind you of your mother," I said, my voi
The sun was shining brightly, casting a warm glow on the garden. Mr. Montgomery was tending to his plants with care, his wrinkled hands expertly pruning the leaves. I approached him quietly, not wanting to startle him. He turned around and smiled when he saw me."Good morning," he said, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. "Did you sleep well?"I nodded. "Yes, I did. Thank you for letting me stay here."Mr. Montgomery waved a hand dismissively. "It's no trouble at all. I'm glad you're here. And I have to thank you, too."I raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Thank me? For what?""For convincing my son to stay here for a while," he replied, his eyes twinkling. "He's been so busy with work lately that he hardly has time to stop by."I smiled at the thought of Marco coming here often. It was nice to imagine him taking a break from his busy life and spending time with his father. "I'm glad I could help," I said, feeling a sense of pride.Mr. Montgomery then turned to me and looked
Are you going to talk to me again if I tell you I haven't told her?***This morning I woke up to the sound of Pedro's message notification. Last night I asked him if he had told Kim that I was in Missouri. And the answer I got this morning was a relief.I sat on the edge of the bed, stretching. Marco's side of the bed was cold. That meant he'd been up since earlier, and there was no sign of him in the room. The clock still showed eight in the morning. Had Marco left already? Did he leave this early?I finally just decided to go to the bathroom, clean myself up quickly because today I was going to surprise Kim. I can already imagine how cute Kim's slanted eyes will be when she's bulging with surprise and excitement. She would tease me like crazy and bombard me with questions if I told her what brought me to Missouri again.While passing by the window, my eyes accidentally caught something. I immediately approached the glass and looked down. There I saw Marco on his morning run with so
"Tell me about your nightmare."My heart rumbled in my chest. Apparently this would be the time. I thought Marco had declined the offer of a drink with his father because he wanted to do something with me, a continuation of what he'd done earlier that afternoon in the limo and a few minutes ago at the dinner table. My lips curl downward, slightly disappointed.We sat facing each other on the long sofa by the window. Marco's right elbow dug into the back of the sofa, supporting his head. He tilted his head, searching through his eyes. My jaw hardened slightly, not liking the way his gaze seemed to be able to pry into anything. What Leandra was hiding? What Leandra's past was like? Or, what was wrong with Leandra?"It's a long story," I squeaked, pressing one finger into my palm until the nail felt almost through the skin."We have plenty of time." His expression was so flat, so clear, like the calm water of a lake. However, at the bottom of that lake I knew there was a monster ready to
My heart pounded incessantly as Marco led me out of the room. His thumb rubbed the back of my hand, probably trying to calm me down, but it wasn't enough. I had absolutely no idea what a host was like in a mansion of this size and luxury."I'm afraid of meeting your father," I whispered, squeezing Marco's hand as we turned into another room."Are you afraid of me?""No.""Then you'll be fine meeting my father."I frowned, wanting to ask him what he meant, but I quickly dropped it when we turned another corner and the scene in front of me was a dining table with a large number of chairs and four people sitting there.Starting at the head of the table was a middle-aged man who looked so authoritative, powerful, and seemed to have so many things in his hands. One hundred percent sure it was Marco's father, the owner of this place, the master of this mansion. He had black hair, combed neatly back like Marco used to do. I now know where Marco's dominant attitude came from. Apparently he ha
I began a room tour, looking for a spot where I should store our belongings. My eyes lit up at the discovery of the walk-in closet, and my lower jaw hit the floor again when I found that there were already tons of clothes inside, even women's bags and shoes.I flipped through all the hanging women's clothes, which were dominated by mini dresses, both casual and formal. Bags, shoes, and some jewelry were also neatly lined up here. All colorful, various trinkets, most of which I wouldn't be able to afford.This is crazy. Could we have entered the wrong room?I hurriedly got out of the walk-in closet, walking towards the door. Maybe Marco was still around. However, the first person I met was a man in a black suit (again). He had cropped hair and was well-built, but not much taller than Marco."Do you need anything, Miss?" he asked, noticing my surprise.I tried to act as normal as possible. "Is Marco still here?""He just left. Is there something wrong?"I muttered under my breath. Reali