Zoey p. o. v
The warm weather was what welcomed me the second I came out of the plane, the sun was at its perk. But for some reason it was calm and tender on the skin, wrapping me like a warm blanket.
Then the breeze, blowing softly, soothing your skin, and easing any tension in the air. It is just me or is the weather different, and the air foreign.
Of course, it has to be, I am in a foreign land.
I didn’t have an opportunity to enjoy it like any average person would, stretching out their limbs and embracing the foreign air. Instead, I was hurriedly led to the SUV parked a few feet from the plane.
Marco’s securities were surrounding us and lead us to the car. This is not the type of vacation I was hoping for, I wanted to lie low and just enjoy myself here.
I’m losing the freedom and advantages I had as an average person, I’m in no way regretting my involvement with Marco.
Immediately, we entered the car, Marco went back to his phone. He has been this way since we embarked on the long flight, he has been busy on his laptop since we took off, not once has his attention strayed from it.
Leaving Rebecca, Camilla, Isabella and I to ourselves, those two plead to come along. They call themselves my followers, so they have to be wherever I am.
My stomach rumbled loudly, I blushed at the sound. I am hungry again, I just ate not up to two hours once more. I’ve been eating quite a lot these past few days.
“Take us to the nearest restaurant.” Marco instructed.
“Inform the others no need to follow us, they should go ahead to the house.” He added, still not taking his attention from the phone.
If he’s so busy, which I know he is, he should have just stayed back home instead of coming along and been a kill joy.
Marco is too adamant about me leaving his sight, now he has to take his work along on a vacation. Ugh, I palm faced myself inwardly.
“Yes boss.” Matthew answered from the passager seat just as the driver took a left turn.
It didn’t take long to reach a very fancy restaurant, it was one of those five-star restaurants. The exterior was glittering clean and screaming expensive.
Matthew held the door out for me, I stepped out, feeling the breeze crawling on my skin once again. I took in a deep breath as if storing it in my system, a gigantic grin appears on my face as I took in my surroundings.
The restaurant was along the road, calling out to foreigners and tourists. Other investment were on either side of the restaurant, like a mall, studio, motel and…. I couldn’t get the rest as Marco’s overwhelming figure looms over me.
Shielding me from the cool afternoon breeze, his heavy arm came on my waist and pulled me onto his side.
“Let’s go.” He said. I suddenly realized we didn’t use the general parking lot, instead we were on a private parking space at the side of the restaurant.
We didn’t use the front door as well, there is a door just in front to the private parking lot. We entered the restaurant through it, it leads us to a quiet part of the restaurant. There is no one here, absolutely no one in sight, this must be the VIP area.
I sighed, I’m officially off the average lifestyle, I was thinking we would be in the same space as everyone else in the restaurant, but it turns out that I was asking for too much.
“Good evening sir, ma’am.” A waiter immediately came to our table. He’s a young fine man around my age, his curly hair sat like a mop I’m his head some slightly covering his eyes.
He’s slender and tall, with that thick Italian accent dripping off his word that comes out of those slim lips.
He would fit perfectly into my teenage preference in men, maybe that was the exact shape Marco had then. Now he’s all ripped with thick muscles everywhere.
“What would you like to have?” He spoke. His voice is lighter than other guys his age, I can’t believe I’m drooling over him when my man is sitting just a few feet away.
“Get her the best on the menu.” Marco’s face was marred with a frown, He was glaring daggers at the waiter. I wonder why.
“Yes sir.” He replied and scurried away, scared shitless.
I assumed he recognized who Marco was, I mean who in their right senses won’t be scared of a man that kills for a living.
I shrugged my shoulder, rubbing my palm on my stomach in a circular pattern. Waiting for the meal.
I didn’t wait long before the waiter came back in, pushing in front of him the sweet-looking delicacies. I licked my bottom lip in anticipation.
“This is Fettuccine al Pomodoro, Ravioli, Tortellini, and Ancelotti and Spaghetti carbonara.” He softly introduces the mouth watery meal, flashing me a smile as he spoke.
I return the gesture with a genuine smile.
“And for dessert, we have the doughnut with cream fillings and chocolate toppings.”He added.
“My God, how did you know I’ve been craving doughnuts, you are such a sweetheart.” I moan in satisfaction.
He chuckled at my expense, the sound light and calm.
“You love doughnuts, then?” He questioned.
“Not until recently, I’ve craving it recently.” I replied with a shrug. “Thank you, Enzo.” I read his name from the tag on his shirt.
“You are we…..”
“You are fired.” Marco interrupted Enzo, who froze.
I, too, was rendered speechless, I started wide eye at Marco who causally leaned on his seat. I assumed he has been watching the exchange between myself and Enzo, and for some reason that pisses him off.
With his expressionless face, one would think he’s calm, but the vein in his neck ticking like a bomb gave him away.
“Sir? Forgive me if I have offended you.” Enzo quickly recovered and jump into apologizing.
“If I repeat myself, you lose your life too.” Marco snarled at Enzo, he jumped back, almost falling on his butt. He ran out like his life was on the line.
“What did you do that for.” I hissed irritated.
He ignored me and focus on his phone once again, I slammed my palm on the table. That action vexed him, I can tell from the way his brows furrowed, but he still chooses to ignore me.
“You can’t fire him, you don’t owe this place to pass out such an order.” I fired at him.
“Eat.” He dismissed like what I’m saying wasn’t relevant.
“I won’t.” I hissed, “Not until you revoke that order.”
“Zoey, don’t test my patient, eat your food now.”Marco sucked his teeth, clearly withdrawing his anger.
“No.” I challenged. Marco stop what he was doing on his phone, he stares at me for a few seconds before he stood up and left.
I remained seated, still trying to process what the hell just happened.
“Donna, you shouldn’t have disobeyed him.” Matthew interrupted my shock state.
“Why not, he just made someone lose their job for no reason.” I fire at him, maybe transferring aggression to him.
“No reason?” He scoffed at me. “Both you and that boy were flirting in front of him, and you expect him not be angry?” He shock his at me.
We weren’t flirting, we were talking like every other people do.
“Don was jealous and now furious by your actions, you need to find a way to calm him down, else there might head on the floor by night fall.” He told me.
Marco was jealous? That was something I wasn’t totally not expecting. Marco can be anything but jealous? That’s news to me.
“Let’s leave, I’ve lost my appetite.” I made to stand up, but Matthew’s words stopped me.
“Don instructed you to eat before I take you home.”
Say what now?