Marco almost rolled his eyes, but he didn't want to piss her off. He also wasn't comfortable leaving her with this guy, who might as well just be a guy in order to get along. He looked back to where he was minutes ago and saw Charlotte sipping her drink with a man sitting next to her. - I need a favor. "Do you swear you're still going to ask me a favor?" I thought I was supposed to come because I wanted to see men drooling over me. “That was before I saw you. - Who? Nicole asked with interest. - Charlote. — Oh! Seriously? Where? - At the bar. "And you want to make her jealous." Nicole stated with a devilish smile. "I just..." Marco huffed, because he didn't want Nicole to think that, but it wasn't entirely true. “It's okay, Marc. We'll be each other's date today, but take it easy on those kisses or I'll get dizzy. After the brief conversation, Nicole became very cooperative. She hugged Marco all the time and made a point of laughing at everything he said. In a few
“Of course he doesn't mind. Right, cousin? Marco glared at her, so she just moved her lips. - Please... “Okay, but just one dance. Marco said, staring at the prince. - Yes sir. Marco was heading for the couch where Roman and Luciana were practically starting a foreplay when he saw Charlotte looking at him. He looked at her and the two of them stayed that way for several tense seconds, until she got up and left the club. He followed her. Charlotte was walking towards the porch of the nightclub and felt that Marco was following her at a distance. Then she stopped and waited for him by the garden. She couldn't see him, but she felt her presence, right there a few feet away. She ran her hand over her neck, leaving it exposed to the night air, and Marco felt his mouth water. He wanted to put his lips there and kiss her for hours until he lost consciousness. he bitch. She still knew how to drive him crazy. Marco took a deep breath and moved closer to her, letting her realiz
Marco returned to the club and started looking for Nicole. He soon found her, still dancing with the prince. Heck, he'd been gone for a long time and at least three songs had already played, so why was she still dancing with him? And worse, laughing in her arms. Marco didn't trust him and got annoyed, walking towards them. “I think that's enough. Marco told the prince firmly. “I said just one dance. The prince was surprised when he saw Marco beside him. “Sí, sí, é bien. He backed away, but winked at Nicole. - I call you. Marco pierced the back of the prince's head with his gaze as he walked away and Nicole slapped him hard on the arm, clearly annoyed. “Marc, what are you doing? she complained in a sour voice. “You're flirting with him. He gritted his teeth. "And what do you have to do with it?" You are acting very strange today. She slapped him again, this time on the back of the head. “It hurts, you know? - Marco said rubbing the right spot. “Why did you give hi
Marco woke up at nine the next morning. He felt good and full of energy. It was the first time in so many years that he had slept for eight hours straight. He used to sleep only five or six hours a day. Marco left the room, rubbing his eyes and headed straight for the attached kitchen, expecting to find Nicole cooking up some of the delicacies she'd mentioned learning about. However, he didn't find her right away, as her view was totally taken by a huge bouquet of lilies, some heart-shaped balloons and a giant stuffed animal. — But how gallant! He said sarcastically to himself as he read the note attached to the bear. Nicole, Have dinner with me tonight? You are so beautiful. I want to know you better. I will be very sad if you say no. Carlos. After a while Marco went to the hotel kitchen, already showered, dressed in a black shirt and pants. He found Nicole making some cookies. She was back in her business clothes and wide-rimmed glasses. - Hey! I called the maid an
She left as quickly as possible, her face burning with embarrassment. Later, Charlotte saw Marco enter the ballroom while giving a speech. He wasn't with his family like he used to be. This time, he was alone. She got nervous and even stuttered at times thanks to the sinful, burning look Marco was giving her. After the speech ended, Craig told her that Mr. Marco Villa-Lobos had donated a check for half a million dollars and everyone at the foundation had been amazed and extremely grateful for such a display of generosity. Charlotte was overjoyed too and would like to personally thank Marco for the check, so she soon found him at the bar with a few other men, no doubt from the business world, drinking and laughing as if he had no worries in his life. With her money and family, she shouldn't have. "Marco…" she called hesitantly. Marco saw Charlotte and raises his eyebrows. She opened her mouth to speak, but he held up his hand and motioned for her to wait. Charlotte waited a
Charlotte stroked Marco's hair calmly as he tried to control his breathing. She hadn't imagined her first time with him would be so intense. She had imagined many times that it would be a romantic night, after all Marco was romantic as far as she remembered. This Marco now seemed to be anything but a lover of romance. But it hadn't been bad, on the contrary, it was delicious and as much as she had dreamed of something different, she wouldn't trade it for what really happened. Marco, his head resting between Charlotte's breasts, thought about how he should act now that he'd had sex with her. The whole thing had been very good, but one sentence of hers wouldn't leave his mind. I take the pill. He knew he had no right to demand anything from her, after all they weren't boyfriends, but that didn't make him any less furious. He wanted to ask if she was taking it regularly for some medical reason or if it was because she had a very active sex life, but he didn't know how to do that
Marco was ready to reply that he wasn't trying to make her jealous, that what he felt for Nicole was real and that he wanted to kiss her every time he did, but he didn't have the courage, because he knew deep down that it wasn't for her. all true. “Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to sleep. I have a flight tomorrow and an event that if I'm lucky”—she smiled teasing him—“will have a late night and infinitely better company than this. She turned on her heel and walked into the bathroom, slamming the door. Marco, his nostrils flared like a bull's, pulled on the rest of his clothes and stormed out of her room, slamming the door even harder. Hearing the bedroom door slam, Charlotte was sure Marco was gone, maybe for good now. And she didn't tell him the truth about the past. But how could she? He had acted like an idiot. “God, why don't you just get out of my head? she asked, looking at her reflection in the mirror. She felt like Marco was, often behind her like a shadow. After
Charlotte woke up feeling extremely tired. Memories of the past didn't let her sleep properly. Everything came back like a nightmare. Her brother's death, her breakup with Ken and her betrayal of Marco. She couldn't forget Marco's face of anger and disappointment when she'd walked out of her room the morning she hadn't been strong enough to face her parents and impose her will. He had become a bitter man and she couldn't even blame him. She had been an idiot, thinking that maybe he'd forgotten everything, or that if they talked or had a one-night stand, all would be forgiven. But it was clear from his behavior from the night before that all he wanted was to hurt her. Looking listlessly at the clock on the bedside table, she picked up her cell phone and called Craig, yawning loudly as she waited for him to answer. “Good morning, Charlotte, my love. - I need your help. - She said almost moaning, noticing that her voice was still weak and that she was on the verge of tears aga