Zoey’s p. o. v
It was around eleven when we finally walked out of our room, we are in a resort. A prestigious one at that, an opulent and extravagant resort that was renowned for its luxurious amenities and impeccable service.
Nestled in the heart of Paris.
The resort, known simply as “Le Palais de Paris,” was a haven for the elite and affluent who sought nothing but the best in terms of comfort and indulgence.
I haven’t seen the rest of the resort, but from the room we’re at tell me a lot. The room was nothing short of spectacular. Elegantly decorated with fine silk draperies, hand-painted murals, and antique furniture. The bed was adorned with the softest linens and plush pillows, ensuring a restful night’s sleep for even the most discerning guest.
“You look lavishly, that I don’t want us to leave the room.” Marco whispered close to my ear, he rubs his nose on my neck, and then I felt his teeth on my flesh.
I jolted forward, but Marco was quick to trap me in his arms. His hand was on my exposed stomach since I was wearing a red long sleeve crop top, and a black jean. I let my hair flow over my shoulder down to my back, matching silver earrings and necklace and a really low heels.
I am dressed casual, but very hot too.
“Marco, let’s go.” I urged him, although I didn’t push off him, I’m still very much relaxed in his arms.
Marco breath in my perfume, a mild chocolate combined with flowering scent, Rose, my favorite and also Marco’s.
“Okay.” He simply said, before leading us out of the room.
Stepping into the living room, we were greeted by a man dressed in formal office wears, definitely an important person. And a waiter on standby, she held her hands together in front of her, visibly shaking.
I wasn’t surprised by her sacred state, standing before the most dangerous man in the world is frightening.
“Good morning sir.” The man rushed forward and bowed slightly to Marco, “I wasn’t able to be at your service last night, hope you like the arrangements we made.” The man asked, nervous, too.
We landed in Paris late at night, and Marco boarded us on his private cooper that brought us to the balcony of our room. That was why we didn’t have any staff attend to us last night, it wasn’t their fault.
“Hm.” Marco hummed dismissively.
“Hello, ma’am, my name is Fred, the manager of this resort.”
Manager?
I scoffed to myself, of course it’s Marco Alfonso that came to their resort. They ought to be on their best behavior, hence we all know they could get in trouble.
“Hi, Fred, nice to meet, I’ve enjoyed my stay so far.” Returning his greeting with a little compliment, just to set his mind at rest.
“It’s our pleasure to have you, ma’am.” Fred bowed, he is too cautious, but I’ve gotten used to these behaviors.
Since the world got to know that I’m Marco Alfonso’s woman, some people are too scared to even breath in my presence, not to mention Marco.
“We brought your breakfast, hope it’ll meet your taste.” Fred directed to Marco, who just nodded at him in approval, he gestured for the waiter to do her job.
Immediately, she scurried over, and clumsily sets the table. She was nervous as hell, almost as if she would pee her panties if she made another noise.
I went over to her, and helped her set the table. She was shocked and almost dropped to her knees, scared that she must have done something wrong.
“I just want to help you, no big deal. You don’t have to be scared, nobody is going to hurt you, alright.” I spoke tenderly, trying as much as possible to ease her with my words.
She nods but obviously not convinced.
“We will excuse ourselves now sir, ma’am.” The man said they both left.
“Let’s eat.” ushered me to my seat, pulled it out for me.
“Such a gentleman.” I teased, grinning.
“Just for you, baby.” He said strongly, I believed him. His expression was truly relaxed compared to when we had company just now, his face was stoic.
“I have somewhere to be.” Marco announced.
We’ve just finished eating, and he has been on his phone throughout the meal. Which I’m not complaining as I’m used to his routine during meals and the rest.
But one thing I love about this man is, he can be on his phone for hours, but he’s still paying attention to me.
“Where?” I was expecting us to spend the day together, but his kind of work says otherwise.
“I will be with you soon.” He said instead, not answering my question.
He didn’t want me to know.
“But we’re in a vacation, where we should spend quality time together.” I sulk, faking annoyance.
“I know, baby. I promise it will be worth it.” He kissed my head and came down on my lips, he lingered on my lips, massaging them with his for a while before breaking away. And turned on his way. “Someone is waiting for you outside.” He told me, disappearing behind the door.
Me? What for?