Stalker

Chapter 2- Arrangements

Marco

"That was not part of the deal" Aiden said, looking at me like I had just murdered his dog.

"She'll hate me, she'll hide things. She's a teenager, she wants her privacy." I sighed as I tried to reason with him, leaning my elbows against the cold countertop of my kitchen island.

Maria and I lived in a decent apartment as to not look suspicious. The truth was, Maria had no clue the fortune our parents had left us, and I wanted to keep it that way until she finished school.

Maria was smart, I wanted to keep it that way. I didn't want the money to go to her head and have her become a spoiled brat.

It had been a few months since the last time I spoke to Aiden, and Maria was 17 now, her junior year of school only a week in session.

"I'll be invading her privacy anyway." Aiden rolled his eyes at me, crossing his arms and leaning back against a seperate part of the counter. "She's going to think i'm a creep Marco."

"What does it matter to you?" I asked, eyebrows pushing together. Maria knew nothing of Aiden's existence, our years of friendship kept very secret. I couldn't associate with him because of his background, it would be completely inappropriate.

"Marco, we're telling her." Aiden insisted.

"No, its going to be kept a secret. I've already enrolled you in her school and you're going to go and you're going to look after her. You're a week late by the way." I took a glance at the clock, knowing we had to end this argument so I could get back to work. The company wasn't mine until Maria became 18, I was simply running it and I was sadly needed about 99% of the time.

"This is not what we agreed on." Aiden said, emphasizing the word 'not'. At 19, he was 6'6 and frankly a little intimidating despite our close friendship. I could only ever win an argument with my words.

"I actually don't think the topic of wether Maria knows or not was ever brought up." I smiled a little at Aiden, knowing I had won.

To most people, Aiden was a wall. He was expressionless and frankly a bit of an asshole. And when he wasn't a wall, he was the most flirtatious man on the face of the earth. Yet his talent always went to waste, as Aiden had no desire for any kid of activity with a woman ever since he left his old life.

He preferred to just lead women on whenever I got a break and we went out to talk. He would flirt with the waitress, maybe even tease her. His old life was consumed by getting laid every night, and Aiden wanted nothing to do with that.

"Fine." Aiden sighed, pushing his twists back off his forhead and letting them fall down again.

"You should cut them." I said, Aiden scowling at me. "They're getting in your eyes."

"I'm thinking about taking them out actually." Aiden said, grabbing one of the twists between two fingers. "Cutting the curls a little, letting my hair just chill."

"So they aren't permanent?" I asked, knowing absolutely nothing about Aiden's hair type.

"No." Aiden smiled at me, finding my ignorance amusing. "I get them done like this, but I can take them out."

"Oh." I nodded. "Cool."

He nodded, releasing the twist. "I guess so. Do you have to get back to work?"

I nodded, checking the clock again. shit I was going to be late.

"When do I start?" Aiden asked, not making any effort to move or leave.

"Tomorrow."