Dinner

Marco's Pov

His house was still exactly the same from the last time I was there; sparkling neat and things arranged so orderly, it would hurt your brain if you looked at it long enough.

"Do you have OCD?" I asked before I could stop myself. He froze for a minute before chuckling a bit, his big frame vibrating as he laughed.

"Why do you ask?" He asked still smiling, "Because of how everywhere is arranged?"

Although I couldn't figure out what was so funny, I just nodded.

"Well, I don't have OCD but my house keeper does" he continued while opening the buttons on his shirt. I swallowed as his big chest began to peek from the now open shirt.

"My eyes are up here Marco"

I don't know where the confidence came from but my next reply was wild.

"But your eyes aren't the only beautiful part of you"

Nothing was more shocking than hearing myself flirt confidently with this man who would always turn me into a shy mess by just breathing close to me.

He began walking slowly towards me and I felt the initial confidence disappear, alongside all the air in my lungs. He got so close, our chests were almost touching. Then he leaned towards my right ear and I felt my legs melting as I felt his warm breathe on my earlobe.

"If you keep saying shit like that, I don't know how long I can control myself further" he whispered, and ending the experience with a gentle lick of my quivering earlobe.

I felt my legs totally give up and I had to hurriedly sit on the sofa to avoid falling flat on my face. However, his face had the cockiest smirk in all history and satisfaction from knowing he had a strong effect on me.

What if I don't want you to control yourself?

What if I just want you to do all sorts of bad things to me?

My mind was on fire but I didn't dare voice my thoughts out.

"Are you hungry?" He asked

My stomach growled immediately as if it had actually heard the question. The events of the night replayed in my head and in fact, we didn't finally get anything to it. So, yes, I was hungry.

"A little I guess" I replied, my voice still a breathless rasp.

"Why don't you go up and freshen up and let me see what I can fix up?"

Probably pizza. I remembered the last time I was here and the fact that he couldn't cook.

However, I nodded and started making my way up the stairs while he walked to the kitchen. I went into the room I had stayed in the last time; the sheets were changed but neat nonetheless. Just like the rest of the house, everything was arranged with painful precision and accuracy.

Careful not to mess anything up, I stripped off my clothes and walked naked to the big bathroom. Instead of using the shower, I decided to soak in the tub to relieve myself of all the tension I had felt all night. The water was warm and calm; soon, I found myself dozing a bit. After fighting it for a minute, I decided to just close my eyes and rest. The next time my eyes flew open, the bathroom door was being held open by big veiny hands. His old clothes were gone and in their place, a pair of shorts and a plain black tee. His hair was slightly damp and swept back in the sexiest manner. He was smiling a little and I knew why. As soon as I opened my eyes and saw him at the door, I had immediately looked at the water in the tub to make sure it was still lathered up and not showing my mini man. The water had gone cold and I shivered a little.

"I almost thought you had died" he said. His voice was deep and almost dark. Like it had the power to make me levitate.

"I dozed off"

"I can see that"

He had that sexy smirk I loved so much on his face and I forgot for a minute how embarrassed I was and just admired the Greek god in front of me.

"You need to get out now though" he continued, "It's already bad that we have to eat dinner by 2am. I don't want you catching a cold"

I nodded but didn't move. I think he got the hint that I wasn't going to stand with him still there. He smiled a knowing smile and then turned to leave but not without uttering words that turned my insides into liquid butter;

"How long do you intend to hide what I'm about to make mine?"

I heard the door click  and his retreating footsteps along the hall way as he left. I waited till I felt my legs become solid again before leaving the tub and padding naked into the room. His heady scent was everywhere and I actually began to wonder how long he had been standing, watching me.

What if I had been drooling?

I facepalmed myself in embarrassment. Well, it wasn't my fault. I was very very tired and it was way past my bed time. Just like the first time, he had left some clothes on the bed for me. Surprisedly, they were my size which meant they were not his. I felt the green bile of jealousy rise in my chest.

Did they belong to a someone else who he had brought over and the visitor had probably forgot his clothes?

Did he keep them for when he brought twinks over?

Jealousy became anger and I stripped the clothes again. I put on my original clothes and folded the new ones neatly on the bed again.

Almost immediately, my phone pinged. I picked it up from the bed and was surprised to see "New Message From Pedro McFarland". I opened the message and it read; "I have a company to run in less than six hours. I would really like to eat now. So, if his royal highness is done looking sexy, he should please grace me with his presence at the table"

I felt the previous anger evaporate a little and I found myself smiling as I read the message for the fourth time. I finally made my way downstairs and to the dining where he was already seated. He looked up and smiled for a second before letting his eyes travel from my feet back to my face.

"You didn't see the clothes on the bed or they didn't fit" he asked as I sat down.

"They fit" I replied trying to hide the jealousy that was creeping back into my mind.

"So why aren't you in them?"

I didn't reply and just looked at my fingers on my laps like a child that had been caught doing something terrible.

"You don't like them?" He asked again

"They are alright" I replied in a low voice still looking at my hands like they were the most interesting thing in the world.

"So what's wrong?"

I hesitated a little while trying to think of a reply.

"They are not yours" I said in a whisper. I was already as red as a tomato.

"What?" He asked but judging from the amusement in his voice, I knew he heard me.

Although I didn't look up, I knew he was laughing and asides being a little embarrassed, I had no energy to be angry at him.

"Well, my clothes would be way to big on you"

Yes, let me drown in them.

"Let's just eat" I replied.

"Okay sir" he replied after a few seconds.

He stood and disappeared into the kitchen before reappearing with two steaming plates of pasta covered in tomato sauce. My face must have given away my surprise at how good it looked and smelt.

"Did you order this?" I asked

"Ouch" he responded playfully, "I sweat my balls off in the kitchen to put food on this table and this is the thank you I get"

I rolled my eyes at his childishness but I wasn't about to believe just yet. He had either lied about not knowing how to cook the last time or he had somehow, magically, magicked up this mouthwatering pasta in front of me.

"I thought you didn't know how to cook"

"Well, let's just say I improved" he replied with a confident smile on his face, "you can keep drilling me while you eat; it's getting cold"

Without getting my hopes high, I twirled my fork in the swirl of sauce covered pasta and brought a good portion to my mouth. It was good! I couldn't even hide it.

"You actually made this?" I asked again while stuffing my face more.

"I can see you like it" he replied, the satisfied smile still on his face.

Someone needs to tell this man he can't just be all round perfect.

I just nodded and kept digging into my plate hungrily till it was empty. Pedro also finished his almost at the same time and while he cleared the plates, I drank up the red wine that had come with the meal. I was now more than ready to go to bed.

"I hope you enjoyed your meal sir" Pedro asked as he came back to the table.

"If you are expecting a compliment from me, then it's going to be a long night" I replied sarcastically causing him to chuckle a bit.

"Fair enough"

Just as he was about to say something else, the whole house went dark.

"Shit" He swore, "The fuse must have blown. Get upstairs and lay down while I try to get the power back up"

Although I had a million reasons why I wanted to say no and follow him, I knew he was already exhausted and I was too tired to argue anyway. I just nodded and guided by the dim light of my phone screen, I made my way up the stairs. Just as I got to the hallway, my phone went off.

"Fuck"

I had forgot to charge it.

Using my hands as a guide, I groped around in the dark till I felt a door knob. Not sure if it was my room, I opened the door and was immediately hit with his scent. It was strong and judging from that, I knew this was his room.

I could stay here till he gets back. For two reasons; I don't want to have to grope around in the dark anymore and I also wanted to know when he got back. The third but secret reason being, I really loved being surrounded by his scent to leave me.

I made my way slowly to the bed which was way bigger and softer than the one in the other room. I sat on it and let my imagination run wild for a second. The bed seemed to be the heaviest carrier of the heady scent and I couldn't stop myself from lying down on it and closing my eyes. I don't know how it happened but I was soon floating in heaven with all the angels.

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