Zoey p. o. v
I woke up feeling well rested and a bit refresh. I stretched out my tired and stiff limbs, and moaning as I feel them crack into position.
I suddenly became aware of where I was, my gaze swept the place.
From the furniture, theme colour and the strong cologne, you could easily tell that it’s a typical man room.
Marco’s room.
The second thing I noticed was the orange sun outside, signalling the setting of the sun. I peel the cover off me and I climb down from the king-size bed, carefully. I assumed I was going to move around in bare feet, but luckily, there were a room slippers just beside the bed.
I hastily shoved my feet into the slippers and proceeded to the door, swinging it open. I came face to face with two guys.
One the colourful tattoo guy and the other I haven’t seen before.
“Donna, you are awake.” The colour tattoo guy spoke, I made a cringing face when he called me that, for some reason, I find it unsettling.
“Yes, I am. And please, my name is Zoey.” I correct, “Where is Marco?” I inquired of them. I don’t know why I’m looking for him, but the fact is that I did, and it makes it look as if I care about him.
I do care about him, but I won’t admit that out loud. Considering that, I am trying to figure out my life and move on.
“Don is in the office, do you need anything?” He asked patiently.
Home office?
“What’s your name?” That isn’t what I wanted to say, but it won’t hurt to know his name, right?
“Matthew.”
“Matthew, please, can you take me to his office?” It is unclear to me why I wanted to see him, my emotions are getting the better of me and I need to stop thinking based on emotions.
We do not want history to repeat itself.
“No Donna, Don his having an important meeting.” I release a breath of relief.
“Alright then, you guys can leave. I can find my way around.” I brushed them off, already walking down the hall to the stairs.
I skid my way through the stairs and turned in the direction of the kitchen. I haven’t had anything aside from the simple sandwich and a glass of orange juice I had in the morning.
“Zoey, you are awake.” Camilla chirped, coming to my side, and pulled me in for a hug. I smiled softly at her, a movement from behind Camilla caught my eye.
It was a girl, a teenage girl. She shyly emerges from behind Camilla.
“Hello.” She whispered timidly.
“Hi, Isabella, is it?” I offered a soft smile, and she nods in confirmation. She is the splitting image of her mom, from the shape of her face to the brown eyes and strawberry-blonde hair.
She has grown into a beautiful young lady, when I saw her last was years ago and she was this cute kid.
“Marco told us what happened, I’m so sorry you had to go through that.” Isabella said, shocking me, I thought she was the shy type. She later muttered under her breath about not being able to handle it if it were to be her.
“Yeah, it must be a terrible day for you. I can’t begin to imagine how scared you have been.” Camilla added.
Oh dear, you don’t want to know. I chuckled to myself.
“Thank you guys.” I appreciated them. I walked further inside the kitchen, and took my seat on a stool beside the counter.
I picked up an apple from the fruit basket on the table, munching on it hungrily.
“There is food in the fridge, I will microwave some for you.” Camilla said thoughtfully, already getting to work.
“Thanks.” I replied mouthful.
Isabella took the seat closest to mine, I can feel her watchful stare. But her stare doesn’t make me uncomfortable like her brother’s, hers is filled with curiosity.
I wonder why is going through her mind, I mean she was still a kid when we last met. And she won’t have a clear insight of my relationship with her brother.
“Mom said to pass you their apologies for the incident, they would have come, but they didn’t want you to feel pressured.” Isabella broke the silence that has stretched between us.
I stare at her for a second before giving her a nod of acknowledgment.
Please don’t come at me yet for being so cold towards them while they were being nothing but sweet. I am this kind of person that grows attached easily, and I would rather not get attached just yet.
I don’t know what the future holds, I would rather not get attached only to leave again hurt.
“You changed a lot, and more beautiful. You are captivating and gorgeous that you can easily passed for a runway model. I now understand why everyone can’t stop gushing about you, especially Marco.” Isabella continued.
“Really?” I stared at her, not believing what she was saying, I know that I’m pretty but nothing close to a model.
“Yes, I grew up hearing your name from Marco. You know he’s been keeping tabs on you since the break-up.” I choked on the fruit, coughing rapidly.
“Isabella.” Camilla called sternly, she placed a glass of water in my hand.
I gulped down half of the glass, regaining myself.
“What?” The question fell out my mouth, staring dumbfounded at the two girls who looked like animals caught in highlight.
“Camilla, Isabella, enough for today. To your rooms.” Marco’s voice came from the door, Camilla drops a plate of and hastily left with Isabella.
I snapped my gaze to him, he shook his head lightly then walked inside.
“Eat your room.” He sat opposite met.
I scoffed as I rolled my eyes irritated. He clearly heard our conversation, but he’s choosing to ignore it. Sorry dude, I am not letting it slide.
“You’ve been keeping tabs on me?” I accused.
“Yes, I have.” He revealed not denying it. Now the whole Jayden stuff finally clicked, I had assumed Marco got to find out about Jayden by chance, but rather he was watching me the whole time!
“Do you know how creepy that makes you?”
“Creepy? If that means keeping you safe, then I am creepy.” He hissed as if he wanted to avoid discussing this matter further.
“Keep me safe from what? I remember when my safe became your business.” I hissed back, equally pissed.
“Your safe became my business since you became mine.” I scoffed.
When will this man learn, you came just show up out of nowhere and claim someone to be yours?
I decided not to argue with him on that one any more.
“I want to home.” I started keeping my expression blank. I heard him TSK.
“Zoey, you are at home,” I swear I’m seconds away from snapping.
“You know what I mean.” I fist my hand under the table.
“If you so much as mention that place again, I guarantee you. I will burn it down.” I gaped at him.
What?
“You can’t do that, my mom lives there, plus that’s someone’s property.”
“I fucking own that building and I will do as I see fit. And for the record, your mom won’t be living there any more, as it’s not safe any more. I’ve arranged a place for her.” He told me.
“No you don’t, how come I wasn’t aware that you own it? And if what you are saying is true….”
“It is true.” He cut me and I glared at him to shut up.
“Then who have we been paying the rent to?” I raised a questioning brow at him.
He ignores my question and changed the topic.
“You are staying here, and I won’t repeat myself.” He stood, walking away.
“If I’m staying here, I will have a room to myself.” I placed my condition.
He gave a nod of approval before disappearing from sight.
The truth is, in as much as I am still mad at him, there is this part of me that wants to stay and wants to know him.
Maybe staying won’t be a bad idea, it could help us as well.
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