Marco’s p. o. v
‘Don she’s here.’ Matthew text came in.
I saw her came inside the restaurant, her eyes widen in awe at the decorated place. It has always been her dream to have a surprise birthday party here in Bahamas.
The decorations are all from what she wished for, I had promised myself to make sure to fulfil all her dreams.
I waved the staffs off, I want sometime alone with my woman.
She looked stunning and sexy today, not that she isn’t beautiful on a daily basis. Fuck, she always manages to knock the air out of my lungs each time I stare at her.
The make-up she has on, with those sultry smoky eyes and those kissable glossy res lips, has my dick straining in pain.
She draped herself in a lengthy coat, stopping below her knees.
“Happy birthday baby.” I pulled her into a hug, sighing in contentment as I took in her flowering perfume. I’ve fucking missed this body, soft and tender against mine.
Why did I leave for so long again?
I lean in to capture her lips, but she steps back, making me raise my eyebrows in question.
“What’s wrong.” Is she mad that I left for a week without informing her?
She simply ignores me and took off her coat, when the coat drops to the ground, I freeze.
There standing before me is Zoey, wearing a red dress that is beyond sexy. The dress show off her shoulder leaving her skin bare, except for her breasts, stomach, and her arms that are covered in a very limited material.
That dress can’t be fucking legal.
Fuck!
What day is it today? Last time I remember it was her birthday, not mine but why am I getting a present instead.
Not that I’m complaining.
Zoey slowly approaches me, the predator in me begs to be unleashed.
Knowing that I’m not in the right state of mind, Zoey started.
“Matthew told me about your success in the last mission, we haven’t had a celebration on it yet.” She’s touching my chest, her fingertips sending my brain to freezing mode.
“I’ve been wondering what you would like…”
“You.” I growl, “Fuck! It’s you, Zoey. I want nothing more than you.” She knows goddamn well what I love the most. Her.
Fuck!
I’ve lost count on how many curses I’ve blurted in my head. Without warning, I pull her, flushing myself. Melanie’s eyes widen as she stares into the desire burning in mine.
What did she expect?
She should have known that she would make me go crazy by wearing this fucking dress. It’s funny that my reaction to her invitation always makes her taken aback, no matter how confident she was in the first place.
She always underestimates the effect she has on me
“I’m hungry.” She blurted out when I lean in for a kiss.
“You’re hungry?” Really? Is that what she has to say after coming in like this?
Ridiculous.
“I am hungry, come on, let’s eat.” She squirms her way out of my hold and went over to the table, I prepared for us.
Fuck, how did I allow my desire to cloud my head, it’s her birthday and I have prepared all these to celebrate her birthday with her. Yet, here I am overpowered by my lust.
Fuck her for being this beautiful. I curse under my breath.
Zoey p. o. v
I took my seat behind the banquet table sat in the center of the room, laden with an array of mouthwatering delicacies. Marco was still standing, stunned by my action.
I just had my revenge from nights ago when he denied me pleasure.
I smirked victoriously, Marco grumpily took his seat opposite mine. Cursing silently, he has a little frown lines on his lips slightly pout. He looks so cute I was to kiss him.
I held back from giggling out.
Immediately we sat down, the group consisting a violinist, pianist and the rest stationed at a corner started playing, giving the background soft musical glow. It did a great job at lifting up my mood.
“Mmm.” I moan as I taste the foods, they so good, I’m not exaggerating.
“Don’t fucking do that again.” Marco grits out, the words barely passed his lips.
“Do what?” I raised my eyebrows innocently at him.
I’m so not innocent, I was teasing him.
“The fuck you don’t know.” He hissed, stabbing at his plate.
I shrugged and continue eating my food. After we are done eating, Marco took me to the rooftop of the restaurant. Fairytale lightnings line up the wall, illuminating the place.
We stood there staring down at the city, these streetlights in the darkness of the night gave a really astonishing view.
“I got you this.” Marco was standing behind me, draped a necklace around my neck. It was a pearl necklace, with tiny diamonds surrounding the almond shaped pearl.
It was beautiful, I fell in love with it immediately. This is definitely going to be my favorite accessory, I have tons of accessories raging from all sizes, shapes, and values. Some from him gifting me, but his is special, there’s a rough caving of the initials of our names. M&Z.
“Did you cave it yourself?” I asked staring at the letters.
“Yes.” He hummed, sniffing in my hair.
“Thank you.” I turn around in his arms, wrapping my arms on his neck. I kissed his lips, he didn’t waste any second to deepen the kiss.
I’ve denied him from tasting my lips, and now his devouring my lips like the starved man that he is.
“I bought this place for you, it’s among your birthday gifts.” Marco said after we pulled from the kiss.
“What?” I exclaimed, obviously thrown off guard. “This is too much.”
“That’s why you have to repay me.” He rolled his hips into mine, I rolled my eyes.
“I can’t accept any more of these gifts, please.” I told him, trying to get him to be serious.
“Be expecting more of these, so get used it.” His nose skimming my nape. “I’m starved, I need to have you.” Marco place an open mouth kiss on my neck, I shudder in pure bliss.
I didn’t get to reply before pulled me along with him.