Zoey p.o.vI woke up this morning feeling energetic. I couldn't sleep all night. I was anxious and restless thinking if Marco would find out my plan to leave. Or if his mother had told him. As much as I'd love to stay here with him, and reconcile our past. I have my dignity to keep intact, I won't allow myself to be a push over. I've had enough of that during my teen days, but now I am an adult and I should be responsible for my actions. It is around nine in the morning, Marco must have gone to the office by now. So I'm just waiting for Aunt Ava. I am ready to go. Dress in my clothes, the ones I wore when I was forcefully brought here. A knock came on the door. "Zoey, are you there?" Aunt Ava's voice sounded from the other side. "Yes, coming," I yelled back, picking up my bag and making my way to the door. "Good morning ma." I greeted her the moment we came face to face. "Good morning dear, how was your night?" She replied with her contagious smile. "It was good." I nodded at

Marco p.v.oOne of the soldiers I assigned to watch over Zoey at all times informed me earlier that she was at this grocery store. At that moment, all I wanted to do was go and accompany her, but she demanded I give her space. Right now I regret it. Why did I even agree to that request of hers? So here I am watching her from afar. I knew she had seen me when I came out of my car. But the look of disappointment in her eyes when she saw Camilla besides, almost choked me to death. She must be assuming that I'm on a date with another woman. Little does she know, she is the only woman in my heart. My soul and body belong to her and hers only, likewise hers belongs to me.I fucking hate it when she looks at me with those sad eyes. I swore to only make her happy and fulfill any of her desires, but what I seem to be doing lately is causing her pains. "Fucking bastard." I grunt, cursing myself. "What's with that grumpy look, Marco?" Camilla's giggling snapped me back to her. I granted i

Marco p.o.vWhen we arrived at my mansion, Zoey had already fallen asleep. I couldn't resist as I stared hard and long at her, and how beautiful she is while sleeping. The last time I saw her sleeping face was years ago, before the hideous breakup. I winced getting wind of the breakup, I won't lie and say I wasn't affected. I was traumatized by the event, I felt nausea and dizzy every time I remember Zoey's torn face. It was like the world was closing in on me. A cute silent noise came from her luscious pink lips, her lips were parted lightly, and her breath came soft and light in a steady rhythm. I chuckled to myself and got down from the car. Walking around to her side, and gently brought her out of the car. I walked inside the house with my life in my arms, sleeping peacefully like a baby who doesn't have a care in the world. I wished I could carry her in my arms forever, her warm skin against mine. Smooth and soft to feel. I drop into my bed, knowing fully that she will objec

Zoey p.o.v The feeling of laying on the softest and comfy arms of a cloud floating in the air, and a peacock feather tinkling my face. The effect drugging me into deep sleep coupled with the cool winter breeze. I dragged in the air of pleasure and bliss. I didn't want to wake up, but unfortunately for me, the universe had other plans. A knock on my door startled me from the arms of a peaceful sleep, I groaned throwing curses at the person for disturbing me. Reluctantly, I get up into a sitting position, rubbing my hands over my face and running them through my birdnest hair. The knock came again, and I almost threw something at the person as I glared at the door. “Coming,” I yelled and got down from the bed. I don't know what was going through my head when I thought it must be Marco on the door. And I was given a wake-up call when I came face to face with a smiling Isabella. “Hi, Good morning.” She greets cheekily. “Good morning,” I replied to her, and my brow subconsciously r

Zoey p.o.v“Enjoy your meal.” I smile politely at the customers after dropping their orders on the table. I huff out a gush of air, relieved, I'm about to have my first moment of a break since I had resumed work this morning. I slumped on a seat in front of the counter, dropping the tray I used in serving customers on the counter. The restaurant has been packed with customers since morning, and the workload is killing me. Since we are only three waiters today, two other of my colleagues had called in sick. Luckily, my boss is reasonable as he offered us cool energy drinks every hour. My gaze scanned the restaurant, resting on the man at the far end of the restaurant. Sitting on his own in a corner, looking as creepy and scary as he looked when he first came here. That was an hour ago. Weird. I shrugged, deciding not to dwell on it. I glance at the wall clock, it's a few minutes left for a lunch break. “Camilla and Isabella will be here any minute,” I muttered to myself. Those tw