CHAPTER 5
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they left in a car I followed Marco as he started to make his way back into the living room because I needed clarification.
"Why did you misrepresent my parent to them?" I spoke while attempting to seem calm.
Quickly turning around to confront me, Marco slightly frightens me.
"Due to the possibility that Nico would discover who your father was, I had to delete your old information. So I came up with a new tale for you. He spoke clearly.
I recognized his motive. He could have still told me, though.
Since he doesn't seem to be in a foul attitude, I used this opportunity to ask him more questions.
I questioned, "Why did Nico kill my dad?"
Because your dad had a bed-fellow with his wife. He uttered it emotionlessly.
I couldn't believe my dad couldn't have an affair with my mum. Is it the reason why my father told Mr. Nico that he was unaware that she was his wife?
I answered, perplexed, "My dad would never slander my mother."
He was inebriated. I sighed in frustration as he said. And his spouse? Was she intoxicated? I query
No matter; she is dead. Before you ask, Nico killed his wife because she had cheated, he revealed, shocking me.
This society, what is it? They simply murder anybody they choose. What if Marco really is that way? What if I make a mistake and he kills me? Is this the reason he threatened me?
I made an effort to banish my negative thoughts because they only lead to stress.
As he walked upstairs, he said, "Let's get into bed.
Oh terrible, we now need to share a room. the bed?
I take the trip to the bathroom as a pretext to sneak into his room and maybe wake him up. When I was finished, I carefully proceeded to enter the space.
I reasoned that I could just claim I got lost and spend the night on the couch in the living room. However, I'd probably overstate the case.
I didn't see Marco as I walked into the bedroom. He had to be evolving. I then went to my closet to choose something comfy to sleep in.
I was searching my closet for a dress that wasn't too exposing or lingerie-style. But for some reason they were all over it.
"Ugh Is he playing me? I muttered.
I took a fast shower and completed my nightly ritual before locating the less revealing one and putting it on.
As soon as I walked in, I noticed Marco on the bed SHIRTLESS. Why is he trying to trick me? His six-pack is clearly visible.
I silently made my way around the bed and lay down as I hoped he dozed off because he had his eyes closed.
I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep, but it would be difficult to do so next to a hot shirtless person.
Marco then started to speak.
"Sleep, you need to get up early tomorrow since there will be an engagement party. There is much to do. He spoke, but because he was facing the other way, I couldn't see his face.
I sometimes think he has telepathic abilities. How could he know that I was unable to sleep? He doesn't talk much, but he is incredibly perceptive. I was facing his abs in the back. How much does he exercise? I pondered.
I didn't realize I had forgotten to respond to him because I was so deep in thinking.
Marco circles around and gives me a direct stare.
I responded, "Um, yes I will," feeling intimidated by this look.
We both seemed to be lost in our own thoughts, and there was a little hush. Marco finally broke the hush, though.
The question "Have you ever been in a relationship?" He queried.
He asks me this question; why? Is this yet another way of inquiring about my virginity? Do I tell the truth or do I lie? Perhaps he is inquiring because I was anxious to share a bed with him?
"No, I've never wanted to date," you reply. I answered.
As Marco's expression showed interest, I proceeded.
"I believe that you should start dating when you are likely to get married. Obviously, I won't get married before I'm 20. Since neither partner in a relationship is mature, why even try dating? I remarked, and Marco appeared to concur.
To be quite honest, the biggest reason is that relationships take too much work and I am—or was—lazy. I said that Marco only appeared to be examining my face features.
"How are you doing?" He appeared to be debating whether or not to respond when I mentioned he was becoming a little too comfortable, but he did.
"I wanted a girl who wouldn't want to sleep with me after just looking at me." He didn't seem to be annoyed at me, though.
I understand that because he could choose any girl in the world, he would likely prefer someone who liked him for his character rather than his looks.
So why did you choose to wed me? Curious, I enquired.
"Because my parents desired that I get married. They apparently began to believe that I was queer or something. He stopped. I choose you because you weren't swooning over me when you first saw me, you know. He spoke
"I mean, you came into my life at a really dismal time. How did I start having dreams about men? I said, and he let out a small smirk.
"You're really innocent, aren't you?" I wasn't sure if I ought to respond when he asked. He turned over, now lying on his back and gazing up at the ceiling.
You shouldn't meet the girls I saw back then, she said. I don't think I want to, he added.
Do some girls really fantasize about boys while people are dying all around them?
When I realized that I had just finished a lengthy talk with Marco, I made an effort to push these ideas away. Perhaps he isn't quite so perplexing?
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