Trillionaires' War

Chapter 14

Chapter 14

My hair is up in a ponytail as I walk down the staircase. I'm flaunting my pink crop top and leggings like a pro. Our board meeting is over breakfast today, and I'm enjoying the lack of dress code. For the first time in a while I'm comfortable in my own skin. I wish we did this often.

I reach down the last step of the staircase when I notice him casually leaning against the wall. He's been waiting for me. I am quick to notice how dressed down he is with his grey t-shirt and joggers. I wonder if all his shirts are naturally tight fitted or he's just muscular and wants to show off.

He gives me an appreciative glance over. I guess he likes what he sees. His smirk made it very clear what he wants to do to me, but he fails to remember that I'm still not talking to him. The hickey was a pain in the ass to cover. I had to settle for wearing scarfs like a idiot in 90° weather. Not to mention, Isla has been harassing me to tell her who my mystery guy is. Obviously I have no plans on telling her, or anyone else for the matter, until he mans the fuck up and admits there's an 'us'.

I glare at him. His smirks widens like he's done everyday. I know Marcus has been amused by my silent treatment and  hasn't held back about showing it.

I give him a fake smile and flick him off before walking pass him. I jump up when I felt him slap my ass. I don't even bother turning around. I just huff and stomp to the patio. He's such an ass. He won't ever take me seriously. He acts like I'm the least frightening person in the world. And I know I can be frightening.

I once scared a homeless man from stealing my bench at central park. And let me tell you, that man was big with a captial 'B'. Okay.... so maybe I threatened him and told him I was underaged and I would scream bloody rape if he didn't go away. But it worked! That makes me terrifying, right? Just because I'm not a muscular like he is, and just randomly punch people, and stick them in frezzers does not mean I'm amusing when I'm pissed. I can be scary when I want to be.

"Chloe, come sit next to me." Isla pats the seat next to her.

I notice my parents sitting at the opposite ends of the table, completely ignoring each other. I sigh and take my seat. I really wish they would make up already.

"Günaydın." (Good morning.) I greet my family. They all greet me back.

"Marcus you can sit next to Chloe if you want." Isla offers him.

"What? No!" I exclaim.

"You're still not getting along with him?" My sister asks.

I look at Marcus. Of course he remains amused. "No, he's an ass." I tell her. "And don't take that as a compliment." I tell him.

"I'm fine. I already ate a bagel in the kitchen." He states.

"You ate my bagel!" I screeched. He so did that one purpose. It was labeled Chloe. As in for me. So I could eat it for lunch. It was the only blueberry one left.

He acts like he's thinking about it. His face is stonic unlike a few seconds ago. "I believe it was yours."

"You are such a-"

"Chloe." My mom speaks up. "You need to stop fighting with Marcus. He's only here to protect you as a favor to me. Don't make his job harder than necessary."

"But mom...." I whine. "He's insufferable."

"Marcus didn't have to come all the way from Italy for you. The least you can do is show your appreciation."

Was he living in Italy for the last couple of years? Is that where he's been? "So Italy you say he was in?" I ask my mom. "With his family I suppose, right? I mean do you know his family mom?" I notice Marcus tense. His amusement long gone now.