A Rich Man

"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.62

We 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 for Marco either.

"Here we are." Marco rubbed my head.

I was a little surprised, not knowing exactly when I fell asleep.

After taking care of all our things and getting out, two men in suits approached us. I turned to Marco, a little scared and confused. However, I saw that he just nodded lightly and let the two men carry our luggage. Marco took my hand and walked after them.

"They're my boys," Marco whispered. "No need to worry."

I nodded silently. So was Marco really a very rich man?

And that question was instantly answered when a very luxurious limousine pulled up in front of us. I felt my lower lip touch the floor. Marco opened the door for me, smiling amusedly when he saw my expression of awe at the interior.

The vehicle started to move. The two men with the suitcases drove the other car and followed us. Marco pressed a button and the glass separating us from the driver's compartment closed.

"Maybe you won't like this idea too much," Marco began. And my heart was already racing just because his words seemed to suggest something bad. "We're going to stay at my father's house."

"What?" Although this wasn't too bad, I was still surprised. "Why not at your old house?"

"It will be safer for you at my father's house."

"Safe from what?"

"Everything," Marco replied softly. He pleaded in his gaze for me to understand. "Those men who followed us back then...the bastard who sent them...he knows where my house is. And it's not safe for you to live there, especially when I'm not home."

The day after I said I wouldn't regret my decision to be with Marco, I tried to make up my mind that my life with this man wouldn't be as smooth as other people's romances. Marco is not an ordinary man. He was a rich man with a gun. He was the kind of person who, after getting off the airplane, was picked up by people in suits and luxury limo rides.

"All right," I replied casually.

"You're not happy?"

I paused for a moment, taking in his eyes. Then I looked down, staring at my hands playing with the hem of my shirt. "I just thought we'd be living alone."

"We'll have a private room which is big enough." Marco traced his thumb over my cheek, making me look up and back at him. "We can spend time alone without anyone interrupting us. We can do pretty much whatever we want." Marco pecked my lips softly. I didn't get a chance to savor it when he pulled away.

"But if you leave...?" I twirled the buttons of his white shirt covered by a black coat.

"Others won't be able to enter our room without your permission, won't interfere with your time if you don't want them to, won't talk to you if you don't allow it. In fact, my own father will also abide by that rule."

"Marco, that's too much ...." Although inwardly I was impressed by his words. "How could I let your father be treated like that in his own home?"

"You are my queen, Leandra."

My face turned red from his words, but I tried to act casual. And that made him smile amusedly.

"I told you once that you're like an open book, Darling." He laughed when I hit him hard on the arm.

"What if I get bored and want to go out when you're not around? I'll be uncomfortable with your father."

"You can go wherever you like. I'll tell you again later. Okay?"

I nodded happily, kissing his cheek in thanks. As I pulled away, Marco held my waist.

He lifted my body until I was sitting on his lap. His hands hugged my waist tightly, while his head nuzzled into my neck.

"Marco ...."

"Yes, Darling?" he murmured in my ear. He undid the three buttons of my top shirt with just one hand.

"Other people can see us ...." I whispered, unfortunately I said it with a sigh as Marco squeezed my left breast.

"Only I can open that partition, Leandra. He wouldn't dare open it without my permission." His hand slipped under my bra, finding whatever he was looking for inside.

My hands squeezed Marco's coat when his thumb found my nipple. I bit my lip to keep my voice down.

"He won't hear anything, I promise. Say my name however you want ...."

"You're crazy."

"That's not my name, Darling."

My legs close as Marco twisted my nipple. A loud sigh escaped my lips, proving what Marco was doing to my chest and neck was truly addictive.

My heart pounded when I felt something hard against my thigh. I punched the face of my subconscious that was screaming hysterically for the next scene. We won't do it here. Not in a moving car with someone in front of us.

But, on the other hand, Marco had made me lose my shit, especially when he changed my sitting position so that my thighs flanked his waist. Marco took my left breast out of my bra and shirt. He looked at me for a moment with a seductive gaze before devouring it.

My head snapped up and I sighed his name over and over again. My groin felt Marco's rock-like erection, as if he was about to break through the several layers of fabric we were wearing in order to find the place where he belonged.

My eyes bulged at him when Marco suddenly stopped his activity. He adjusted my bra and shirt.

"We're here."

I finally came back to reality. The limo had stopped, without me even realizing it. Marco laughed again when I hit his chest again.

"You did it on purpose?"

He then lowered me from his lap. "This is the price I asked for because I'm annoyed with your best friend." The glint in his eye really pissed me off even more.

He was fooling me. He was doing this on purpose. He was deliberately making me tormented with a craving pussy that wanted to be satisfied. However, seeing that his pants were really tight, I knew that he was just as tormented as I was.

Marco adjusted his coat and got out of the car. Someone had opened the door for me before he arrived. Marco took my hand. I caught his small smile when he realized I wasn't very comfortable walking around like this. A state of abandonment.

My amazement wasn't over when I saw how huge and luxurious Marco's father's house was. There had been four men in black suits that I'd met during my descent from the limousine and I hadn't yet discovered the instinct that told me that one of them was Marco's father.

"Is my father inside?" Marco asked the fifth man in the suit. He was standing next to a door.

"Your father is not home, sir."

"No one told me," Marco muttered.

The fifth man looked at me for a moment. I smiled awkwardly, and he was already looking away again.

"Then, we'll greet my father later." Marco pulled my hand again. He walked towards the stairs and was still holding onto me as if I would run away if he let go. As if I could just run away with that many men in black suits.

Marco opened one of the doors and I was amazed again. The room was spacious, painted in bon-white with a very high ceiling. There was a large chandelier in the center. There was a long sofa by the window with a heart-red curtain. In the corner of the room was a potted plant next to a single white sofa. Nearby is a medium-sized shelf filled with books and magazines. Then, the main character was the king-size bed with our two luggage in front of it.

"Rest here," Marco's words floated. I waited for the rest. "I'll be back before dinner."

"You're leaving now?"

He nodded. "No one will bother you before I come, I promise."

"Marco, but ...."

"Leandra, understand ...." He cupped my cheek, rubbing it, flowing magical power that would make me obey him as usual. "I'll be back soon."

I gave a small nod like a rabbit. Marco kissed my lips for a long time, then pulled away and went straight to the door.

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