C5 Eat Together

So, that's it. Marco hired someone to investigate me. I don't know why he did that. I know he was a regular customer of the club where I work. I always see him when I am working. Sometimes he had a woman with him, and sometimes he didn't. Besides, only just now did we have an interaction.

While serving drinks at the club, he watched me several times. Until that night came when his friend insulted me, and he defended me. At first, I saw him, and I was nervous. His severe and arrogant face will make you feel anxious. The muscles of his body were in the right places, and he's such a hunk! His body is pronounced cared for when he goes to the gym.

"W-what did my boss say?" I asked. He said he went to my boss—the owner of the bar. He just arrived here.

"He Agreed." He said seriously to me and sat down in his swivel chair. We are now inside his study room—one of the rooms here in his condo.

I sighed. My boss agreed. Really? I felt happy but sad again because I no longer had a job. I don't know why I followed what Marco demanded. He doesn't want me to work at the club!

"R-really?" I stuttered happily and looked into his eyes. He looked at me as if reading my mind through my soul. I immediately bowed down when I realized something. "But I don't have a job anymore. I-I have to--"

"You will work here," he said with finality. He folded his hand on the table.

"Here?" I can't believe what he said. He nodded and tilted his head. He glanced at my shoulder and my chest. I'm only wearing my white strap top and a knee -length shorts.

"Yes.." He said huskily. I couldn't look straight into his eyes.

"What's that?" My heart pounded immediately.

"What?" He teased. "You will do anything here you want, Isabella." I would almost close my eyes when he called me by my name. "You will cook for us and buy our needs; you will clean anything you want." He sighed. "Just stay here and wait for me until I return from work." I blinked at what he said. What? One by one, I thought again of what he said. My heart pounded immediately.

It sounds like I am his wife, waiting for him to come home! I nodded slowly. It's better than working at the club where I'm constantly molested.

"But what in exchange for that s-sir ---"

He cut me off. "Call me Marco."

"M-Marco." I mimicked. He smirked while biting his lips without breaking his stare at me. What the hell!

"In return, you will go to a private school. I will give you everything you need and spend until you graduate from college. I will take care of everything just ." Marco sighed heavily. "Stay here by my side. "

I thought he would enslave me here in his condo unit, but instead, he wants me to go to school and fund all my needs!

I closed my eyes. I was so happy because of the help he was doing for me. It was too much! When will he send me to a private school? Until I graduate college? It seems like it's too much. The corner of my eye immediately became hot. When I graduate, maybe I can look for a job. When I graduate, I will give him back everything he helped me with.

"T-thank you. Thank you very much .." He got up from his swivel chair and approached me. He's huge. He kneeled in front of me.

"I don't want you to go back to your job. I don't like it." We looked at each other.

My heart pounded fast.

"Why are you helping me?" I asked almost in a whisper. He stared at my face, and he stood up, so I looked up at him. But he bowed his head slightly to look at me. He squeezed his nape and closed his eyes.

"You're too young. You still don't understand everything .." this last line sticks in my mind. Does it have to base on saying that you're mature and can do everything because you are of age?

Isn't it possible how to think? I know I'm young, but I'm aware of everything. I work to make money. To finish my studies so that I can find a job. A good job.

I am not entering into a relationship. I don't have time for that. All I think about is making money to get graduate. I work at the club because of the convenience of earning money there.

So I'm pleased because of Marco's help. I will do everything to reciprocate his help. I will serve him well.

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The morning I woke up early. He made me sleep in the guest room in his condo unit. I combed my long hair. I just wore a white t-shirt and cotton shorts. I cooked a sunny side up, ham and hotdog.

I put the plate on the table just as he came down. I was almost out of breath. His aftershave scent filled the whole dining area. He's wearing his complete suit. So, he has a job now. He looks so dazzling and handsome. I almost shuddered when his jaw tightened as he stared at me. The veins in his hand were scary. He was very muscular. I immediately scratched my neck and sneezed it.

"G-Good morning. Sir Marco. I'm done cooking." He looked at the food served.

He immediately looked at me again. He glances at my chest again. "Are you wearing a bra?" He huskily asked. I saw a ghost of a smirk on his lips.

The fuck! I immediately rubbed my hand on my chest. "Ah! Not what .--"

"Change, and we will eat together. I'll wait." I was even more confused by what he said.

We'll eat together?! Shit. I'm used to not wearing a bra every morning. Why did I forget? Even though I am seventeen, I have a big breasts already. So I know he sees that. Damn it! It isn't very comfortable!