Zoey p. o. v
After a few hours of sitting with these women, I begin to warm up and get comfortable with them again. They are always the chattering type, with them around you can’t get bored.
They were talking none stop about anything and everything, and I was really enjoying their company. I didn’t feel like the outsider that I was.
“He couldn’t sleep that night, he kept phoning all night crying about you. I had to go over to him the very next day.” Marco’s mom said.
Marco crying? Well that’s news, because the Marco I’m seeing now doesn’t look like someone who cried over a breakup he created.
They are talking about the day Marco broke up with me. It was a sensitive topic for me, but I can’t always hide from it. We still have to confront it one way or the other.
I sighed, I really don’t want to talk about that day, but this part of the story is truly intriguing.
“He was devastated, he couldn’t eat or do anything.”Aunt Tricia added.
Oh was he? He sure deserves it, I chuckled sadly to myself.
“Why?” I asked, they threw me a questioning stare. “Why was he devastated? He was the one who wanted to break up. He broke up with me. So why was he behaving that way?” I scoffed inwardly.
I don’t see any reason for him to be sad when it was clearly him who wanted this break up.
“Zoey, my dear, it’s not what you think. It is complicated but, you should just know he didn’t want to break up with you, his hands were tied.” His mom defended him.
“Were his hands tied? How is that? I thought our relationship was going perfectly fine.” I’m getting more confused.
They are telling me about his pains after our break up, when mine was a lot worse. And then again, telling me he didn’t want the break up but his we’re tired? I’m bound to be confused when they are not clearly saying what they mean.
“At that time, it was the only option left, and I think it was for the best.” She said with her gaze away.. nothing particular, I looked around the rest of them but they refused to meet my stare.
Of course, it was for the best, indeed.
I should be grateful for the break-up and not regret it. It left me to grow up in my own way and allow me to decide for myself without a boyfriend deciding things for me. I got to live my life my way, and I am happy I got to date Marco.
It gave me the feelings and knowledge I needed to quench any future urge to jump into relationships randomly. All I want right now, is to look for a good guy and settle down with him and start our little family far from too much chaos.
Nobody said anything after that, we were all lost in our own thoughts. The door slamming shut tore our attention to it. Marco emerged through the door in all his breathtaking handsome glory.
I know that I’m trying to move on, but everytime I see him, my heart skips and my breath hitches. I am still working on that though. I need to stop having these feelings every time he’s around.
He marched inside the room, his brows furrowed.
“Mom?” He frowned but walked up to her and she had already stood up and met him halfway. Bringing him in for a hug.
I stood up from my seat, I saw his gaze snap at me. His stare was piercing and hot on my skin, his eyes were trying to figure me out. But I didn’t wait long. I turned on my heels.
“What are you doing here?” I heard him ask. “And all of you here?” He groaned. I tilted my head sideways. And I was taken aback by the expression on his face.
Who would have thought the Almighty mafia boss was a baby in front of his mom and aunties? I quickly went away before he saw me watching.
I went straight to the bathroom. I needed a shower. Since it’s already night, I should just get ready for bed, I told myself.
I stood under the hot water, it was both refreshing and smooth. I wish I could stay under it forever, but the water is starting to burn my skin. I turned off the shower and took a towel from the hanger and wrapped it around myself, and took another small one and tied it around my hair.
I brushed my teeth before coming out of the bathroom, only to see Marco on my bed. It looked like he had been there for quite some time, his feet were on the floor with his legs spread apart, and his body was lying on my bed with his hands under his head.
His eyes were closed, he looked to be asleep. I tiptoed around, trying to get to the closet on the other side without waking him up. I nearly sighed in relief when I successfully walked past him, but I screamed in fright when a hand tugged on my right hand.
I found myself sitting on Marco’s thighs, he was glaring at me. I tried getting up but realized the towel had come off. I quickly picked it up to cover myself.
I tried getting up again but his grip on my waist tightened. I glared right back at him.
“Let go.” I commanded.
“Why did you leave when I came in?” He asked instead.
What now? I left when he came. Is that a crime?
“What am I supposed to hug a welcome home?” I hissed. I’m getting irritated.
“Yes. As my wife, that’s your job.” He responded, I started at him with my eyeballs out of their socket and my jaw hitting the floor.
Wife? I don’t know why, but my stomach did a flip back at his statement. But I tried to let it show on my face, but I twisted my face into a scowl.
“I’m so sorry my dear husband, I just didn’t realize I had been married.” I gave a sarcastic smile, I hissed, rolling my eyes.
“Zoey, I advise you don’t talk to me in that way or there will be consequences.” He threatened. He continued when I didn’t say anything. “My family came, hope they didn’t say or do anything to upset you.” He trailed his nose along my neck. I shuddered at the effect.
“No.” My reply was short as it was the only word I could choke out. He took his head away and gazed at me, I assume to see if he had an effect on him.
Hopefully, I didn’t gave myself away.
“And they didn’t tell you anything about me?” He sighed, closing his eyes, as if dreading my answer. What? He wanted them to talk about him? I wouldn’t lie, I wouldn’t want them to talk to me about the things they said about our break up.
“No.” I lied, he stared at me.
“No?” He repeated, doubtfully searching my face to try to dictate my lies, but I kept my face blank.
I nodded, staring right back at him.
He reluctantly let go of it, still not convinced. He knows his family so well.
“Can I go and put some clothes on now?” I rolled my eyes. I was expecting him to release me but instead I found myself on the bed with Marco hovering over me.
A smirk was playing on his lips, he licked his lips seductively. Unconsciously, I licked mine, causing the grin on his lips to widen.
I cursed myself for almost falling into his trap.
“What are you doing?” My heart rate was beating rapidly, and my breathing changed.
“What does it look like?” He answered my question.
“Please stop.” I begged. I don’t trust my actions. If we continue this, I will lose myself in the heat of the moment like last time.
And that’s one thing I don’t want to repeat. Marco didn’t respond. The next thing I knew. I felt his lips on mine. I remained frozen for a moment. His soft lips roamed mine, nibbling on them and luring them. I mindlessly opened my mouth and welcomed his warm tongue.
He explored every inch of my mouth, leaving me breathless. I was slowly losing myself for the moment. A part of me cared, but the other part didn’t care and urged to continue.
Marco trailed kisses all over my face, moving to my neck. His warm breath hits the sensitive spot in my neck, spreading an icy shiver down my spine. He placed an open mouth kissed on the nape of my neck, biting on it and leaving an hickey.
He rained down kisses along my neck down to my chest, he single-handedly removed the towel from my grasp. Exposing my boobs to feast his lustful eyes, he swallows thickly and I watch as his Adams apple bobs up and down.
His abnormally large palm caged my left boob and twerking the nipple, he blew air on the other one. I felt goosebumps growing on my skin.
I should stop this, I thought to myself, but the irrational part of me told me not. Marco blew air on my nipples and I closed my eyes, squirming beneath him. He lapped my breast in his mouth, sucking and nibbling.
My back arches from the pleasure. I don’t want it to stop. My hands skimmed his toned body to his bulge, I robbed him through his trousers. He grew more on my hands. I gasped in surprise.
“Did it scare you?” Marco asked, as he spoke. His breath fanned my nipple and I shuddered again.
This is surely not the size he had before, obviously, when he matured into an adult. His little guy down there, that is not so little anymore, has also matured.
His member even through his pants, felt thick, longer and definitely big.
Oh my God, is that going to fit into anyone? I thought to myself. Marco returned to my other breast and sucked on it. I think that amount of blissful pleasure was what brought me back to realize.
I pushed Marco off me, he was taken by surprise by my action. I didn’t wait to see his reaction as I ran into the walk-in closet and shut the door.
Why did I let that happen? So much for moving on. I mocked myself bitterly.
I could have anything to do with this guy that hurt my feelings. At that stage in my life, it is when I assumed I couldn’t deal with rejection and I think that affected my mind a lot.