Chapter Six- Whats Love?
Chloe's P.O.V
He sweeps back my hair as we continue to sway gently to the music from the hall, carried through the night air on the soft breeze.
" so sweet" he murmurs softly his lips brushing my temple " your blood it's, così dolce così morbido. Il frutto proibito è sempre il sweetes.
His hand on my waist tightens and he tugs me closer, his gaze lingering on my lips as he leans closer. He plants the most softest of kisses on my temple.
He leans back, his mouth curving into a smile and releases me. " I'll escort you back inside.........darling". And offers me his arm.
He's............he's mocking me. I feel like such a fool.
I place my hand on the crook of his elbow and we walk back in silence. Reaching the side corridor to the assembly hall I snatch back my hand.
"I trust you know your way back from here?" he says, eyes dancing with humour.
I fix him with an icy glare, but before I can make my own sarcastic remark I feel something brush in-between my legs. Startled I look down to find Halo, her little eyes intent on Marco.
"As always It's been a pleasure Chloe". Taking my hand back in his he kisses it before retreating back into the hall. He stops mid stride.
"Oh and that cat of yours...........have it house trained or something".
Offended on behalf of Halo I immediately jump to her rescue. "Her name is Halo and she is perfectly well house broken, she uses her litter box".
His mouth twitches. "that's not what I meant, she follows me around palace. I don't like it. Do something about it".
" Well....darling, what's mine will soon be yours. So I really don't see the problem". I bend to pick up Halo and hold her.
"just do something about it.... or she may just become a snack". He snaps back.
I gasp. "you......you wouldn't". I clutch Halo to my chest covering her tiny ears.
" don't begin to think you know me well enough to know what I would or wouldn't do". With that said he turns his back on me and walks off.
The bastard wouldn't dare would he............
Marco's P.O.V
God!
I wasn't lying when I said her eyes were lovely. They were a most peculiar hazel, a soft shade of green with gold flecks. And her golden Guinea hair glimmered in the moonlight. Her satin soft skin, oh, così dolce così morbido. Il frutto proibito è sempre il sweetes.
The dance and .......seduction that followed had been to get her under my thumb. but I didn't expect it to be so pleasant. No I didn't expect that at all.
Chloe's P.O.V
When I wake up in the morning my eyes are all red and puffy. I had only meant to shed a few tears. it had been a long day and I was feeling very sorry for myself. Somehow I ended up crying most of the night, when I got back to my room I threw myself on the bed and sobbed like I only just discovered how. After a quick shower I descend the stairs for breakfast. I stop outside the hall doors to get myself together, there's no way he can know I was crying. The arrogant bastard will think it was over him. And it wasn't......well partially.
Taking a deep breath I walk in. It was a wasted effort he's not even there. It's just Charlotte.
" Morning Chloe, sleep well?"
