Trillionaires' War

Chapter 10

Chapter 10

I find success in finding the nutella snack pack I hid on the plane from my last trip. "Victory is mine yet again." I whisper as I open it. Once the flavors melt into my mouth I moan. This is heaven. I sware. I make my way back to my seat, across the moody man in front of me.

Marcus has been in a grumpy mood since I told him we had to travel to Italy. After a very tough forty-eight hours, we were able to get a good grip on our current situation. So far the root to all of our problems now is money. The morning my parents came back, all of our accounts were frozen because of the investigation. Luckily for us, my parents have emergency cash hidden among the many properties they own around the world. So my siblings and I split up to collect it all. It should all be more than enough to cover our expenses for a few months. Thankfully.

Even with everything going on, somehow Marcus's mood puts a bigger bummer on things. "Do you love to be upset all the time? Is that your kick in life?" I'm genuinely curious. No one should have a permanent scowl on their face. It's doesn't seem healthy.

"No." He said a deep undertone.

"Point proven." I roll my eyes sarcastically. I. extend my nutella breadstick snack to him. "Try some. Maybe nutella will awaken your pissed soul and change it to a cheerful one."

"I don't like chocolate."

I pull my snack to my chest and gasp. "This is not chocolate. How could you offend nutella like that? It's hazelnut!" He raised an eyebrow at me. "Fine it has some coco, but it's mostly hazelnut." I continue snacking, more for me then. "I don't understand why you're so grumpy. Italy is were you were brought up. I'd be happy to go home. Maybe visit some friends and family even."

"Italy isn't my home."

"Yeah, you mentioned that before." I pointed out. "Bad childhood?" I asked being a little nosy. He gave me a cold glare. "Fine, I'll drop it." I say a little put off. "I don't feel like I know much about you." I confess. "I'm just curious."

"It's better this way."

"Why?" I start to feel a little nervous. "Do you regret this?"

"I regret a lot of things. Us isn't one of them."

Not being able to stop myself I ask the question that been nagging at me. "What are we exactly?"

"I don't like titles." He admits.

"Okay." I honestly can't be mad about that. I don't feel comfortable enough to consider him a boyfriend. We never even went out on a real date. Things are too soon between us to really define what relationship we have. I also can't push for him to tell me personal details about himself either. If he were to ask about my life before the Aslans I'd be reserved too. Somethings are just too private to share.

There's a few mintues of silence. He looks at me, deep in thought. "Do you consider your adoptive family, your family?" He randomly asks.

I nod at his cryptic question. "Yes. I consider them my family. We might not share DNA, but I still love them like a family should."

He gives me a slight nod in agreement. Then he frowns again in thought. "My family is my own blood, but I don't consider them family." He said, almost as if he's choosing his words wisely.

I can see that this is his version of opening up. I don't think he would say that to just anyone. Yet, it leaves me with more questions than answers. I wonder if I'll ever truly know him. I throw my empty snack into the trash can. He's so mysterious. What if we start to get serious? Would he open up then? He doesn't look like the guy that has time for intimacy though. Am I okay with that? I'm not even sure. I bite my lip. Will I be okay with that? It doesn't really bother me as much as it should.