An Ordinary Man

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. Realizing he was waiting for my answer, I finally asked, "Is it likely I entered the wrong room?"

The tanned man frowned. "No, Miss. Mr. Marco always uses this room when he visits."

"But there are a lot of women's goods inside...." My words were suddenly floating in the air. Did Marco ever live with another woman here?

My subconscious looked glum.

"Those are your belongings, Miss. Yesterday Mr. Marco requested that half of the room be filled with clothes and stuff for you."

Although it was hard to absorb everything, I just nodded. "Alright, thank you."

I then re-entered the room and closed the door, staring listlessly at the suitcases in front of the bed. If there were already plenty of things I needed in this room, even more, why would I bring these clothes that I was sure would cost much less?

After putting away our belongings, trying my best not to detract from the aesthetic of the walk-in closet, I walked out of that room. My feet walked towards one of the doors, I guessed right: the bathroom. Once I open the door, my eyes immediately fixate on the jacuzzi in the center of this room. Absolutely crazy. Am I being Cinderella right now?

I decided to just clean myself first. No need to take a bath. I'll just take a quick shower. After taking off my clothes, I walked under the shower, enjoying the warm water that splashed all over me.

It had only been a few minutes since Marco left, but I already felt lonely. Every time my face is splashed with water, every time my eyes close, Marco's image comes to me. His smile, the sharp look in his eyes, his towering body, his abs... everything, even when he was naked. My heart was racing. Holy shit. I imagined what we had been doing for the past while. In fact, if you count the time we've been together, it's not even a whole two days, but I already feel very clingy to him. If it continued like this, I might not be able to stay away from him, I'd be miserable when he wasn't around, and I'd always miss him until my chest would be squeezed half to death.

Marco will awaken the bad side of me. And I'm really worried if that happens.

***

The sound of the door opening startled me. I turned my head from the laptop screen to the source of the sound. My smile brightened as someone appeared. The person I've been waiting for all this time finally appeared.

"Marco ...."

"Hi, Darling."

I got up from the sofa and ran to him before he reached me. His hands swiftly caught my body as I threw myself at him. My legs were wrapped around his waist, while my arms were around his neck. I hugged him like a koala.

I felt Marco smile as I kissed his lips. His hands supported my buttocks and waist so that I could comfortably cling to him. I pulled away, looked at him for a while, then hugged him, blessing my nose with this favorite scent of mine. I feel Marco's body move. He walked over and sat me on the fireplace table.

"I kept my promises," he murmured, rubbing my head.

"I wanted to ask you where you've been, but it must be related to your work and you won't tell me," I mumbled incoherently, sounding and looking spoiled, as if I were a five-year-old kid sulking at his father.

Marco laughed softly. "I'm glad you can understand." His hands pulled my waist to press further against him. His very long breaths were felt on my neck. "Did you take a shower?" He leaned back a little, then looked down at the dress I was wearing. The dress from his walk-in closet. He looked up and down my body and face while smiling happily. Not quite enough, Marco lowered me to stand on my own feet. He took two steps back, assessing me. "Jeez."

"What?" I asked a little embarrassed, hitting his arm.

However, Marco did not answer. Instead, he kissed me once more. "After I shower, we'll have dinner and meet my father."

I had just finished processing his words when Marco disappeared behind the bathroom door. Marco's father... gosh, I forgot about that. There's Marco's father in this house and I haven't come out of the room at all. Geez, what will he think of me later?

While waiting for Marco to come home earlier, I just spent time in my room, opened my laptop, and worked on it. There was already a mini fridge beside the long sofa and I found some food there, enough to keep me going until Marco returned.

I purposely didn't tell Kim that I was in Missouri. I wanted to surprise her tomorrow. And hopefully Pedro wouldn't screw it up by telling Kim first.

A few minutes had passed. Marco came out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist. He strides like a tiger, making his way to the walk in closet, giving me the once over wink. Just a wink. Just once. Yet, it had such a big effect on me. I held myself back from running after him into the walk-in closet.

Hold on, Leandra. You don't have much time because you have to meet Marco's father, your current host. The house you'll be living in for the next ten days. You've been here for a few hours and haven't said hello to him once.

Marco finally appeared. He was wearing a dark gray polo shirt. Marco in his black suit or coat may look sexy and charming, but I prefer Marco in casual clothes like this, it's warm and sweet. As if he was an ordinary man who wasn't fabulously rich, didn't have a super secret job, and didn't have any guns.

"Ready to meet my father, Darling?"

110123, Anne Joyce

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