Marco’s Virgin Captive

Chapter 8

This was a long ride, if they don’t let her out of this wormhole, she was going to puke. The ride took hours, she was trying to pretend that Marco wasn’t sitting at a touching distance. When the chopper began its descent, all she could see was the expanse of blue ocean stretching for miles. She gazed at Marco, who was looking at his papers, and when he glanced up it wasn’t to look back at her.

The helicopter hovered a bit, and she could see what she clearly missed. This wasn’t a prison cell situated at the heart of the ocean, it was the most glorious sight she ever lain her eyes on. It was an island. A private island.

Marco unbuckled and waited for her to do the same. He turned and spoke to the pilot in a low clipped tone, he stood up and allowed her through the door and onto the green carpeted grass, a walking distance from the beach cottage.

She swore under her breath, she only saw these on magazines and the tabloids, never dreamt she will be here. It was wide enough to house a small village, magnificent and very luxurious, for a moment the thought about money notbeing important was temporarily wiped away under a tide of shameless reverence. It was warmer here the villa was surrounded by crystal blue ocean and miles away from the city. No intrusive boats were anchored anywhere near, and the next cottage was a mile away.

She found herself trailing behind Marco as the helicopter swung away and the deafening roar of rotary blades faded into a distant whisper.

“How does it feel to be held against your will in a shabby cell?”

“I’d bet you didn’t conjure this up” Marco drawled, not even looking at her at all but heading straight to the front door. He punched in a code and the door swung open. He walked through a vast expanse of polished wood and expensive beige furniture. Modern interior décor that spoke class and luxury blanketed the room, and a taste of masculinity, that screamed the aura of Marco.

A petite lady with salt and pepper hair secured in a bun, hurried to meet them, arms outstretched, she embraced Marcoin a motherly hug, and they spoke in rapid, in a language she didn’t understand.

Perhaps Italian. Marco turned to her and introduced the woman as Signora Camilla, the resident chef, and other staff she didn’t catch their names. She was on an island, secluded and very private, it made her feel nervous, jumpy, and out of place. She took in her surroundings, on one end of the sitting room, floor to ceiling double paneled glass enclosed a view of the expanse of theblue ocean, stretching for miles, the water turquoise blue and clear, on the other end outside the paneled glass, tall coconut trees that was perfectly manicured and dense dark tree trunks and branches with bright green leaves and newly budding flowers reached for the sky, colors of different variants. How she imagined she would be dumped into a dark empty cell was beyond her.

She’d known the guy was rich, but when you’re this rich and own a private island, then you could do whatever you want.

She just realized the threat of litigation her case of unemployment hadn’t been empty threats.

Hailey decided she wasn’t going to let the awe of her surroundings sway her, she wasn’t guilty, she was innocent of all accusations, and wasn’t going to be treated as a criminal because her boss was suspicious by nature.

“Camilla will show you to your suite.”

“In it you will find everything you need, it has an ensuite bathroom, you’ll also find out that there’s no lock outside your room, so you’re free to go and come as you please.”

“You don’t have to be sarcastic” Hailey told him.

“Oh, there’s every need to be sarcastic after you’ve termed yourself as a prisoner. I told you to look on the bright side and consider it as a two-week vacation.”

He dismissed Camilla with a brief nod because this was shaping out to be one of those conversations, he shoved his hands into his pocket and stared down at her. She looked unrepentant.

“In the absence of your books, you’ll find that there is a private cinema with a comprehensive collection of movies. There is an outdoor swimming pool, a library should suffice in the absence of your computer.”

“You’re not really a nice person.”

“Nice people don’t last, I’d be more than happy to pass the accolades, which is something you do well to remember.”

Haileys eyes narrowed at the bitterness in his voice. Was he speaking from experience? She didn’t want to be curious about him, but she suddenly was. Just for a moment she realized that under all the ruthlessness cool veneer there would be all sorts of reasons for him being the man he was.

“Nice people do last sometimes.” She murmured sincerely.

“But they don’t” Marco’s voice was cool, and he was staring at her at an angle, as if examining something weird he wasn’t sure quite about.

“They get wrapped up in sentimentality and emotion getting themselves exploited, so don’t think I’ll be falling a victimduring the course our stay.

“Exploited, how do you mean?”

Marco raised his eyebrows with amusement and stared at her “is that the sound of a woman trying to find out what makes me tick? Many have tried and failed in that course, so I wouldn’t bother if I were you.

“It’s very arrogant of you to assume that I want to get to know about you, but as you’ve reminded me that we’re going to be stuck here for the next two weeks. I was just trying to have a conversation.”

“Like I said I don’t intend to be around much, so when we do have a conversation, keep it light.”

“I sorry I tried to poke around the hard wall you’ve created for yourself. “I’m hot sticky and these jeans are killing me, and sitting quietly on my desk not working on my computer feels like a lifetime ago.”

“I can’t imagine you being quiet anywhere. Maybe I should go out more and inspect what my employees are up to, have a look to see who’s doing their jobs and who isn’t.”

Haileys face reddened. His voice was lazy and teasing, and her pulses quickened in response. How could he be so ruthless and arrogant one minute, and in heartbeat, make the blood rush to her head, making her uneasy.

She didn’t know if it was because she was being yanked away from her comfort zone, but he was turning her off and on like a tap, and it unsettled her.