"You're insufferable."
"Maybe," he says softly, "but you still can't keep your eyes off me."
"Maybe I don't want to."
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𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐨 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢
Playboy, arrogant, and egoistic-sounds like a typical jerk, right? But there's more to Marco th...
That's how I imagine Marco. Feel free to imagine whoever.
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The following afternoon, Marco and I stepped into one of the most extravagant offices I'd ever laid eyes on. Polished marble floors, floor-to-ceiling windows which showed the whole city, and a desk that probably cost more than my entire apartment. It was obvious that Elias King lived up to his name in more ways than one.
King sat behind his desk, exuding wealth and power. His tailored suit fit him perfectly, his smile was polished and perfect, but there was something about him that felt... off.
"Hello, Detective," King greeted us, his voice smooth as silk. Then his eyes shifted past me, landing on Marco. He got up with a smile that looked almost too eager. "Mr. Rossi, wonderful to see you. I've heard great things about you."
I clenched my jaw, watching the way King's gaze lingered on Marco, as if I wasn't even there.
Marco offered a small, confident smile, stepping forward, "All good things, I hope."
King chuckled, his eyes never leaving Marco's. "Only the best, I assure you. You have quite the reputation."
Marco leaned in slightly, holding King's gaze. "I could say the same about you."
My stomach twisted. There was something in Marco's tone that I hadn't heard in a while, and it made something flare up inside me—jealousy, anger, I wasn't sure. But I hated the way King was looking at him.
King finally tore his gaze away from Marco and looked back at me, his expression smooth, "To what do I owe the pleasure, Detective?"
I didn't waste any time, pulling out the bank statement we'd uncovered. "Mr. King, we're here about a transaction tied to a shell company registered under one of your businesses. $50,000 transferred to an account under the name Lydia Prescott. Care to explain?"
King's smile didn't falter as he glanced at the paper, then back at us. "I manage a lot of companies, Detective. I can't keep track of every transaction made by my employees. It's possible that someone down the line handled it without my knowledge."
I could feel Marco tense beside me, "With all due respect, Mr. King, that's hard to believe. Especially for someone with your... reputation."
King's eyes flicked back to Marco, and something shifted in his expression—something almost predatory. "Mr. Rossi, I assure you, I have nothing to hide. If I did, don't you think I'd be a little more cautious?" His gaze lingered on Marco, a little too long for my liking.
Marco didn't flinch, keeping his gaze. "So you're saying you have no idea why one of your companies would be involved in this?"
King's eyes didn't leave Marco as he responded. "That's exactly what I'm saying. But I'm happy to assist with your investigation in any way I can, Mr. Rossi. After all, I wouldn't want you to think I'm not cooperating."
