Chapter 42 Can i see you again?

Chapter 42 Can i see you again?
“I don’t think that should worry you,” I replied. My voice was calm, but inside I felt the tension rising.

He stopped pacing and looked at me, his eyes searching for something I wasn’t willing to give. The silence stretched between us, heavy and uncomfortable, as if my answer had only made him more restless.

He doesn’t have to worry about me or my plans, I thought

“Do you still have something to discuss? I would really like to go home,” I said.

Marco turned toward me. His face was unreadable, but the tension in the room was thick. For a moment, he didn’t answer, and I wondered if he was deciding whether to let me leave or to say something that would keep me there.

“I had to bring you here because from now on this will be yours,” Marco said. “You can decide what to do with the place. Stay, rent it out, or sell it. All the documents are in that drawer, ready for your signature. This is my gratitude to you for everything you’ve done.”

I froze, staring at him, unsure if I had heard correctly. The room that had felt like heaven a moment ago now felt heavier, filled with the weight of his words. Gratitude? Ownership? My mind spun, trying to understand why he was giving me something so big, so final.

“You didn’t have to do that. I was only doing my job,” I said.

Marco’s eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn’t answer right away. He stood there with his bourbon in hand, watching me as if waiting for me to take back my words. The silence pressed in, heavy, until I finally lifted the wine glass and took a sip, more to break the moment than to enjoy the taste.

Luckily, his phone rang. He ignored it at first, but it kept ringing nonstop. His jaw tightened as he glanced at the name on the screen. Irritation flickered across his face, each vibration pulling him further out of control.

I watched quietly, wondering who it was that could shake him like this. Whoever it was, he clearly didn’t want to answer.

He finally answered. “What? You keeping tabs on me now?” His voice was sharp, almost biting.

“I’ll come home when I want to,” he said, and then dropped the call without another word

I didn’t need to ask who it was. I immediately knew—it was the fiancée. The irritation in his voice, the way he avoided the conversation, it all made sense

I sat back, the wine glass still in my hand, watching him as he poured another bourbon. The silence between us felt heavier now, filled with truths neither of us wanted to say aloud

I immediately knew it was my time to go

“Please give me time to decide ,” I said as I stood up. “I don’t want to seem ungrateful, so I have to think it through.”

Marco watched me rise,for a moment, he didn’t move, only followed me with his eyes. He waltched me as I turned toward the door.

Within minutes I felt his weight behind me, his breath heavy, uneven, like he was trying to restrain himself from something.

Then I heard him mutter, “Fuck.”

Before I knew it, I was pulled against the wall. He looked at me—really looked—like he was staring straight into my soul. One hand pressed against the wall behind me, the other resting on my cheek.

His breathing was so heavy you would swear he had been running a marathon. The closeness, the silence, the intensity—it all stretched into a moment that felt endless.

“Marco,” I called, “what are you—”

Before I could finish, his lips were already on mine.

It was the best feeling ever. Everything else faded into unnecessary noise. The world disappeared, and in that moment, it was just us. His breath, his touch, the weight of his presence—all of it pulled me deeper into a silence that felt louder than anything outside.

I could feel the weight of his erection pressing against me, unmistakable and firm. Knowing his size made the contact feel even more electric. I could tell just how much he was struggling to keep his composure

Driven by a sudden urgency, he turned me to the wall. I heard sound if his zipper being opened and felt my trousers drop to my knees. Then, without a moment’s hesitation, he was inside me, the suddenness of his entry leaving me gasping against the cold surface of the wall.

"Fuck," he groaned. "Marco," I gasped, as I felt him fill me. Having him inside me again felt like heaven; it was exactly the feeling I had been missing

He thrust into me with everything he had, as if he knew this was our last time together. I screamed his name until my voice gave out and my moans turned into a whisper

By the time we finally finished, we had moved across the entire penthouse, ending up on the bed. We had left no part of the room untouched.

After we both finished, he pulled me tightly against his chest. We stayed like that for a long time, lying in the silence of the room.

Finally, he looked at me and asked, "Can I see you again?"