CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

MARCO'S POV:

So, what if she gets hurt by what I say? That was nothing—she deserves more than that for acting like some innocent little thing.

But thank God her father didn’t catch us earlier. That would’ve been a mess I didn’t need.

Though honestly, it looked like she was enjoying it. Every time I pull her into that kind of moment, she turns red, breathes faster, and doesn’t push me away fast enough.

Acting all shy and delicate... yeah, right. Just wait. If she really wants something from me—whatever it is—I’ll make sure she gets it... but my way.

Something wicked stirred in my mind again.

“Where are you going, Marco?” I heard a voice with a distinct provincial accent.

When I turned, it was her father. Come to think of it, I still don’t know his name.

“Uhm… I just wanted to get some fresh air,” I replied.

“hhmn, is that so? Alright then, I’ll head back inside. I still have to fix up the room you’ll be staying in,” he said politely.

“Alright, sir.” I nodded as he walked away.

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