Chapter 5

• Zoey p.o.v
• "There is a laptop filled with everything, watch a movie or surf the internet. Anything you want and need is there." He hissed.
• My eyes widened in shock and my mouth fell open, even my brain froze for a second and I found it difficult to comprehend what left his luscious plum lips.
• Did I just think about his lips? Ugh, focus brain.
• "What?" I yelled, unintentionally. He didn't flinch or react to my unexpected outburst.
• "What do you mean by watch a movie? How do I get paid for watching movies? Who in their right state of mind would do that?" I shook my head.
• "I will, I will pay you for sleeping, eating, anything." He declared.
• He has gone mad, that's a fact. But I'm not here to deal with his unrealistic and unreasonable words. I am here for work and that is what I will do. If not, I'm out of here.
• "Listen, I don't know what you are playing at, but I won't sit here and do nothing. If I am here, then I would be working. So either you give me something to do or let me the fuck out of here." At this point, I was no longer sitting on the comfortable office chair, my hands slapped the desk loudly.
• I flinched slightly, shocking myself.
• Marco paused, he didn't react to my outburst immediately. I saw his head tilted to the side and shut his eyes. I might have angered him.
• But when he returned to his work, he was calm as if my outburst hadn't happened. Neither does he seemed angry.
• Instead, I was the one getting pissed, I was being held against my will with a silly excuse of an assistant. An assistant that isn't assigned to any errand, bullshit! He couldn't sit there calmly like he wasn't holding me captive.
• I opened my mouth to voice out my mind but he beat me to it.
• "I've had enough of your ranting, it is either you sit there and do as you are told or I make you. Don't try me." Marco growled, his voice was deeper and bolder that early.
• I almost thought he was someone else, his threats sent waves of ice down my spine. If I said he was different from his younger self, now he was completely different, and he sounded so deadly, I wanted to hide away from it.
• His whole demeanor right now is dangerous.
• As stunned as I was, I didn't have to be told twice. And immediately fell back on my seat. I looked away from him scared shitless.
• How did I forget who he is? I let my emotions get the best of me. I was lucky that I was still alive. I'm sure nobody dares to speak to him the way I just did.
• I yelled at the man who leads the biggest mafia gang in the world, the same man that other mafia lords submit to. The same guy that killed a judge in a fucking court and got away with it.
• Wasn't I just asking for my death?
• There was silence between us, I didn't dare make a sound, neither did I have the courage to look at him.
• "Look out at me." He hissed, my head snapped up. Eyes on him.
• "I'm sorry I frightened you, it won't happen again." I was surprised at how soft and gentle his tone was.
• Is he bipolar? I thought within me too afraid to say a word.
• When I didn't reply, he sighed and went back to his work, leaving me in a shocked and embarrassed state.
• I heard a knock on my desk, that startled me awake. I was disorganized for a moment before composing myself. I must have fallen asleep from boredom.
• Even after Marco apologized to me, I still couldn't bring myself to do anything out of place.
• I looked up to see who had woken me up, to see it was none other than Marco. I sat up right and rubbed the sleep off my eyes.
• "Come with me, it's lunch time." Marco said. My eyes fell out of their sockets.
• What? It's noon? How long was I asleep for? I checked my phone for confirmation, and it was indeed one in the afternoon.
• Marco gestured for me to follow him and I did. We walked to a door on the left side of his desk. A door I didn't notice before because a bookshelf was directly beside it, blocking the door from my view.
• He punched in the password in the lock, and the door clicked. He pushed the door open and walked inside with me not far behind. What we walked into was a penthouse. A very luxurious penthouse.
• What caught my attention most was the glass floor-over-to-ceiling window that overlooked the city. I was tempted to go over and see the view but I resisted the urge.
• I tore my gaze from the window, I scanned the whole living area in amazement. Everything and anything here screams luxury, even to the lowest furniture.
• I know his family was rich, but I wonder how rich they are now. I haven't been keeping taps on him, I shrugged. I didn't ponder over anything as I rushed after him.
• My gaze looked at the table packed with my favourite finger-licking snacks: French fries, doughnuts with chocolate toppings, sandwich, pizza, and apple pie.
• And is that barbecue ribs? Wow! I haven't had this in a long while. Precisely, since Marco broke up with me, because his mom was the one making it for us.
• That woman was a kind soul, she took care of me like her own child.
• I unconsciously swallowed the lump in my throat, and licked my lips. There was also my favorite apple juice and yogurt.
• Back in high school, Marco would take us to eat out during lunchtime. And the foods on the table are what we always have.
• I wonder why he's bringing things from our past that I'm trying hard to forget, or is it me that is thinking too?
• "Sit down and eat." Marco said, snapping me from my trail of thoughts. He took off his suit, and rolled up the sleeve of the long-sleeved white.
• "I'm not hungry," I said, even when I'm a minute away from jumping on the food. It is at that moment my stomach chose to betray me, it rumbled and very loudly like it was about to rain.
• I went crimson red, I was burning in the flames of mortification.
• "I'm sure you are not." He commented, sarcasm dripping from each word. I burn even more.
• Why stomach! Why can't you wait a bit longer until we leave here, and you have to handle your problem by yourself?
• "Don't make me repeat myself." He took his seat waiting for me to follow suit, twisted my mouth to the side and rolled my eyes. But nonetheless, I complied.
• The first thing I tasted on the table was yogurt. I closed my eyes savouring the taste of the heavenly goodness as it melted on my tongue. I took another spoon before moving on to the doughnuts. I moan loudly.
• This is the best I have tasted so far.
• "Don't do that again," Marco groaned. I stare at him.
• "Don't do what?" I muttered, confused. I was just eating or was he talking about my eating?
• I lowered the doughnut back to the table, and wiped off the chocolate stains from my fingers.
• "I didn't tell you to stop eating, just don't moan like that and....." He grits, grinding his teeth against each other and looked away.
• "Don't lick your lips again." He stood and went over to the window, fisting his hands.
• He has a problem with me moaning and licking my lips? This guy is impossible.
• I shrugged my shoulders and proceeded with my food. He could go to hell if he wanted.
• The barbecue ribs were calling out to me.
• "I'm a door away if you need anything." With that, he strolled out, leaving me alone to enjoy my lunch.