Chapter 6

Zoey POV

#Flashback#

I stood under the shower letting the water run down my body to calm myself. I was nervous and scared of the decision I had made.

Today is my seventeenth birthday. As usual, Marco and I went out to have fun and even went to a romantic dinner. And finally, we are back in our wooden cabin. Usually we watch Disney cartoons while cuddling and then eventually fall asleep.

But I want to make things different. I have had things planned out for a long time now. Today I want us to make love.

I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around myself, and another one to dry my hair. I came out of the bathroom. Marco was sitting on the bed while setting up the TV. The only thing that kept him from nudity was the sweatpants he wore. His upper body was completely bare.

The sight of him made my mouth water, and my womanhood wet. I had to squeeze my thighs together to stop the moisture from leaking.

He saw me staring and he smirked. He stood up and came before me. He kissed my head, and my cheeks then pulled back.

I bit my lips to stop the frustrated groan. I wanted his lips all over my body.

"Go dress up. We are watching your favorite movie today." He smiled at me.

But the movie is not what's on my mind.

"Marco..." I called calmly. I took a deep breath when he slowly turned around to face me.

"I'm ready. I want you to have my first time." I murmured quietly. I feared he might hear what I said. "I want to hold you and feel you while you take all of me." I said. I cursed silently at myself when Marco still hadn't responded.

Am I too spoiled? I shouldn't have asked him to do it. What if he wasn't interested in having sex with me?

I suddenly felt vulnerable and stupid. I shouldn't have said that. Stupid, stupid. I hit my head inwardly.

"Are you sure? We don't have to rush anything." Marco's words comforted me a bit.

I nodded shyly, looking away. My heart beat faster when he took a step closer.

"Are you really sure?" He repeated again.

"Yes." My voice came out as a whisper. He pressed his lips on my forehead. I closed my eyes in bliss as his soft lips peppered down to my cheeks, nose and finally my lips. Our kiss was slow, but I poured all my passion into the kiss.

I moaned softly, earning a rewarding groan from Marco. The effect went straight to my core.

We broke our kiss, pressing our foreheads together. Marco slowly pulled the towel off my chest, letting it fall to the ground. I swallowed nervously while he admired my body. I suddenly became insecure about my body.

Am I up to his expectations? Is he pleased with what he is seeing?

I didn't have time to dwell on my insecurity before Marco broke the silence.

"You are beautiful." He said. His lips traveled down my neck to my bare chest. He reached my breasts, causing me to squirm from the intense pleasure.

"Marco...." I gasped as he captured my nipples in his mouth.

#End of flashback#

I jolted awake from the stupid mind trick. Why did I have such a recollection of our past? Of all the things in our past, I had to remember the steamy scene and so early in the morning.

I don't know if I was naive or just plain stupid when I decided to have sex with Marco back then. I'm not regretting anything I did in the past, but instead they taught me a lot.

I looked around to see it was already morning. I stood up from the bed and made my way to the bathroom.

I am horny and sleepy as I couldn't sleep last night. Marco and our current situation were constantly on my mind. Everything was coming back to me and my defense was slowly cracking.

Should I skip work today? Probably not, but I'm tempted to. I think I should call in sick. Anyway, I will decide about that in the shower.

I was just coming out of the bathroom when I heard a knock on my door, and then Mom sneaked in, closing the door carefully not to make any sound. I stood where I was waiting for her to see me. She smiled nervously when she saw me staring.

"Mom, what's wrong? Why the spy mood?" I asked curiously. It is unusual to see Mom sneaking around.

"I don't know. I think we should be more careful these days." She replied, peeking out the window.

"What do you mean? We've always been careful." I came to stand behind her, but she slammed the curtains together blocking me from seeing whatever she was looking at.

"Nothing. I just came to call you down for breakfast." She didn't let me reply before she was out of the door.

Okay......? That was strange. I brushed it off. Mom must be having one of those moments where she is in shock after Dad's death. She became paranoid over the slightest things. I just hope she will be okay.

I quickly got dressed and went out. I walked into the kitchen. Mom was setting the table while humming to herself. I heaved a sigh of relief. She had snapped out of it.

I sat down, dropping my bag beside me. Mom was quick to shove my lunch flask in my bag.

"I'm off baby." Mom kissed my head before heading out. I sighed lazily. I should just skip work today. After all, I'm not interested in staying in one room with my boss. It's overbearing and I felt like I would crumble in front of him.

I was still contemplating if I should go to work or not when the doorbell rang. A frown appeared on my face. Mom just left or did she forget her keys again? Our door is one of a kind. It can't be opened from outside without keys.

I sighed and got up. I made my way to the front door.

I was expecting to see Mom when I opened the door, but it was Marco, my boss, standing in front of my house.

A grimace appeared on my face. Why is he here? I thought bosses didn't visit their employees, especially someone as powerful as Marco.

"Good morning sir." I greeted him.

"Come with me." Not only was his reply rude, he had the audacity to turn on his heels expecting me to follow like some dumbass without waiting for my reply.

"Let me get my bag." I twisted my lips into a scowl and went back inside. I didn't spend a minute longer as I rushed back immediately.

I'm not too familiar with his current temperament, so I need to be on the safe side.

I locked the door after myself and walked to his expensive car with him looming over, like a cloud. Stupid me still feels safe with him. I should just get myself checked by a doctor.

The car roared to life the second we got in it. I sat further away from him as the car allowed. Thankfully, since the company is close to my house, this will be a short ride.

"Fuck!" The driver cursed, glancing at the rearview mirror. He gripped the wheel so tightly that his knuckles turned white. And to add to my list of worries, he stepped on the gas and the car went flying a mile in one second.

My heart beat against my ribcage. Out of curiosity, I turned my head to see what made him so tensed. But a hand held my head, stopping it midway, then straightening it back to the front.

"Don't look." Marco said, still holding my head in place. I couldn't even move my head from his iron grip.

"Why? What's going on?" I panicked. I was beginning to get scared. What the hell is going on? He didn't respond. Instead, he picked me up from my seat and placed me on his lap, and buried my head in his chest. All this was done in a split second.

I took in his manly scent, the perfect combination of mint and spicy pineapple. I calmed down a bit but I was still in shock and confused about what was going on. I rested against him, blindly trusting him with my safety.

With how long we've been moving, it's clear we've long passed the company. The car jolted to a sudden stop. I peeked around as to why we were stopping. I was expecting to see a dangerous scene that forced us to stop, but instead we were on some sort of estate.

And there stood a two-story mansion. My mouth fell open at the sight. The mansion is both magnificent and elegant. The morning sun shines on it, illuminating and creating a beautiful glow.

I was snapped out of my awestruck state by the sound of the car door clicking open. Marco picked me up and climbed from the car. I dropped on my feet. I composed myself.

As amazed as I am, I'm still curious and frightened by what just happened.

"Stay here. I will come back for you later." Marco instructed, and turned to enter the car, but I held his arm to stop him.

"Why? What's going on?" I demanded an explanation from him. He won't just dump me here and leave like trash.

"I don't have the time to answer your questions." He snarled, getting pissed and impatient. "I said I will come get you later, and that's final." He flung his arm from my grip.

But I want none of this bullshit. I won't be staying here and that too in a strange place. That's not even the worst part. The alarming and disturbing part is the way men in black were walking in a stylish formation. Unique and extraordinary.

I am stunned at how organized and prepared they are. They are all armed with hefty weapons. Looking closely, some were wearing gloves but on the fingers were claw-like nails.

"I won't be staying here. You will get me back home. I don't care if you are my boss or not. You can't just order me around. I refuse to be a pushover." I yelled, frustration growing on me.

He pulled me by the waist onto himself. My front collided with his hard chest. I gasped at the sudden movement but the gasp died in my throat as he clashed his lips on mine.

The kiss was rough, fast but passionate. I was stunned by the emotion that leaked from me into the kiss. Even after all these years, I still have fierce feelings for him. I am shocked by the feelings I still have for this man.

We pulled apart. I was still dazed from the mind-blowing kiss.

"I should put those lips of yours into good use more. They talk too much." He left after. I gaped at the retreating car, too stunned to say anything or react.