Nimbus (Volturi Kings x OC)

Chapter Five

*First smut alert! You've been warned! If you don't want to read this chapter, just wait until the next one and anything you missed will be explained. Thanks for reading and enjoy!*

Marcus, with one hand in mine and the other holding his umbrella over our heads, guided me to a black Bugatti Veyron that was parked in what appeared to be a private lot toward the back of the airport. I still didn't understand the umbrella thing considering it was currently one of the most beautiful days I had ever personally experienced, but I didn't question him aloud.

Behind us, an airport employee had my carry-on over his shoulder and was wheeling my suitcase for me. I had thought getting my suitcase off an already loaded plane would be impossible, but one whispered sentence from Marcus in the correct ear achieved miraculous results. It confirmed my suspicion that everyone in Volterra was in his pocket to some extent. At least it was benefitting me at the moment.

Once the employee secured my luggage in the trunk of the sportscar and we were settled in our seats, with me being extra careful not to even breathe wrong on the luxurious, black leather interior, Marcus turned his attention back to me eagerly and asked, "Shall we return to the castle now, dearest?" Truthfully, the last place I wanted to go to in that moment was the castle. I had just been about to leave Italy after escaping from a harrowing experience there, and the prospect of going back so soon made my stomach turn. Actually, that wasn't my stomach turning. More embarrassing than that, it was growling. Loudly. Before I could verbally answer him, a look of understanding crossed his face. "It seems we have some other business to attend to first. Is there anywhere in particular you enjoy taking your luncheon?"

I blushed a little at my body's betrayal of my famished state as I answered, "I've been sticking to the café next to my hotel, it's the cheapest place to eat in the whole town. We could go there and I'll see about getting a room again once we're done."

His brow furrowed in confusion at my explanation. "You select where to eat based on what is most frugal? Is that how you choose all your meals?"

I couldn't control it as a snort of surprised laughter left my nose. Dear Christ, as if the castle and car weren't proof enough of his immense wealth, the fact he was looking at me with such puzzlement over my thought process sealed it. Rich people apparently really did live in their own little worlds while the rest of us peasants were left to fight over their scraps in the harsh light of reality. Instead of voicing those thoughts, I simply replied, "Yes," because I couldn't trust myself to say anything more without openly laughing at his ignorance.

"But that could not possibly nourish you properly, nor could it taste the best for you. Could it?"

At this point, I realized that he had definitely never spoken to someone in his entire life who wasn't also filthy rich like him. He was truly, genuinely astounded by the revelation that for the vast majority of my life, I was eating food that wasn't the best of the best that the world had to offer. He was so painfully handsome and could be so incredibly tender when he wanted to be, but my God, he was completely out of touch with the world outside of his private courtyard.

"As long as I get enough calories not to pass out and whatever I eat tastes decent for as cheap as possible, I consider it the best option. Besides, it's not like you can really go wrong with any café in Italy. It's better than going to McDonald's, at least, right?"

His face went from confused to disbelieving. "Surely, that cannot truly be your criteria for even a decent meal, no less the best meal, tesoro. Besides that, though, who is this McDonald and why do they foist unfavorable meals upon you? I will have a word with them for you if that would help secure better options for your sustenance. Say it and it shall be done."