My Heart Will Be Yours

"Yes, grandpa, I'm already in the penthouse; I already told you that I don't need to stay in a college room, you know I like to have my privacy, and besides, I will be more comfortable here," I told him. "It's okay, Marcus, I won't insist anymore, but if you need anything else, don't hesitate to let me know; I know you will tell me not to worry, I know you are independent and mature, but still, you are my grandson, and I love you, son, take care, and we will be in touch," my grandfather told me and hung up the call. Back in London, my name is Marcus Myers. My father was Dylan Myers, and my mother, Isabella Jones, died before I was born. My mother moved to Ibiza, thanks to my grandfather's insistence that he promised to take care of me when I was born. My grandfather says I look a lot like my dad, with very dark black shoulder-length hair and my olive green eyes; when I see his photographs, I can't deny it, we are like tw

           I'm in my room looking for what dress to wear. I chose a red one, a little short that accentuates my waist, and I decided to leave my curly hair loose; I looked at myself in the mirror and breathed; this dress was a gift from my mother. Dad got hysterical when he saw it, but mom told him, "No matter what she wears, she will still look beautiful" I put on my earrings, lipstick, and a little bit of perfume, I decided to wear high heels, and that's it. I leave my room, and Ivana is already waiting for me in the living room, "wow, how great, you look beautiful; I'm sure that today, you will drive crazy more than once," she tells me. "It's not my intention, I dress like this because I feel good about myself, even if inside I feel a huge insecurity, but no one has to know that," I say, smiling. "That's right, friend, sooner dead

  My smile turned into jealousy when I saw that another man suddenly put his hands on her waist and made her turn around in a way that was too rough for my taste, I couldn't see the face of that fucking asshole, but I noticed that he was hurting her. She was screaming at him to let her go. When I saw that that fucker started to take advantage of her, I couldn't hold back any longer; without realizing it, I was already walking towards them, and I went on top of him just when the son of a bitch was about to kiss her. I stepped in between the two of them, with my hand on her waist I tried to move her behind me carefully to protect her, and without thinking twice I hit that prick in the face, he fell hard to the ground and that's when I realized that that bastard was Nico. My face reflected the anger that ran through my body; I wanted to kill him with my own hands, for having touched her and for try

   My cell phone alarm rang, and I got out of bed, I looked at the time, and it was almost 10 am; I remembered what had happened yesterday and my beautiful Daniella; I was anxious to see her again. And I decided to do something about it, I opened the door to the guest room, and Jason was still asleep; I took off the sheet and started to give him a few blows on his cheeks to wake him up faster. I opened the curtains letting the sunlight in, right into his face, "Good morning, good morning sleeping beauty, the sun is up, Cinderella, get up," I said smiling; I knew Jason hated it when I did this. "What the fuck, Marcus? Let me sleep. It's Sunday, have mercy on this poor handsome human," he told me and went back to covering his face with the sheet. "I thought you wanted to see Ivana today, but if not, we'll leave it for another day," I told him, and

 When he opened the door to his room, I could see that it reflected everything that he was, a peacefulness and at the same time a range of superiority that I loved; Marcus opened the window of what looked like the balcony, and I was left with my mouth open to see the view in front of me, it was indescribable. The balcony had a large terrace; you could see the forest in all its splendor illuminated by the dim light of the moon; in the background was a lake, and the water looked a thousand colors by the reflection of the sparkles of the night. The breeze was cold, and my little dress did not cover me; I felt a little chilling that made me cover my body with my arms. Marcus came closer to me; I could feel the warmth of his body as his arms hugged me tightly, pulling me closer to him. "You're cold, pretty girl," he whispered to me so tenderly. "Just a little, this dress