Impressing the Clients

64

Marco's POV

She was gone for the day for the laboratory tests and Dr. Boone's evaluation, I went down to the kitchen for some breakfast and left Mason on his bed where we shared a good amount of fucking and sleeping with Paula. He was still sound asleep and snoring.

He usually didn't snore loud but under these circumstances, his tiredness was understandable. Both of us didn't get any chance to really rest since Paula. Both in body and in mind.

This was a specific example why we didn't like being in relationships. It took a lot of time and effort. But what we have with her isn't exactly a relationship, it's something in the middle. Not casual, not serious.

We didn't wanna fuck anyone else. We didn't want her to fuck anyone but us either. We wanted to take care of her, to protect her from anyone. She's a handful but that's exactly what we wanted—our hands full of her. It made me think.

Do I want a relationship with Paula? The real one?

Well, for one, I can't fucking take if she belonged to someone else. We started off like that and I didn't want to feel like that again. She's ours. In a relationship or not.

Second, just plain fucking or with these unexplainable emotions, I wanted to be with her. To be there for her. She didn't deserve the things that has happened to her and I wanted to make things right for her. For her to be happy and safe.

Third, she makes me happy. And more. I'm fine just laying with her while the whole world can fuck itself for all I fucking care.

I sat on the stool at the kitchen island counter, my hand on my forehead massaging and soothing the non-existent headache. Suddenly my appetite was gone. All I wanted to deal with was this complicated non-relationship relationship with Paula.

Mum.

Mum always told us that, just like dad, be a man of action. If we want something, act on it the moment it presented itself 'cause it might not come again in the near future or even ever.

We were a men of action. There's no doubt about that. The moment we both met her, we acted on it. And still acting on it.

And if being in a relationship with her meant I can take necessary actions to make her happy and safe, then so be it.

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As soon as Mason woke up, he went down for breakfast. I just sat there at the dining table, waiting for him. The food remained untouched.

"Is the food horrible? Why aren't you eating and just staring onto the wall?" He rubbed his eyes as he sat down across from me.

He began putting food on his plate when I spoke, "I want her to be my girlfriend, brother." He stopped midway to collecting his food. He was definitely not expecting that, neither do I. But it's a necessary step to take.

"I want her to be mine," I told him if I was not being clear the first time.

"She's ours." He corrected me.

"I want to be with her officially," I told him again.

Wasn't I being clear? How can he not understand what I was trying to say?

"Are you trying to take her all by yourself?" His eyes pierced through me. His anger was clearly stirring inside him.

"No. I'm just telling you that I've thought about it and I decided that I want her officially and exclusively. Whether you want that too or not, it's your choice." I just shrugged and took a sip on my coffee.