I nodded as I closed my laptop. "I'll be there in a minute."
"Ok, I will tell him." with that she walked back where Marco was sitting.
I stood up and made my way towards the back of the plane. On my way there the flight attendant passed me and gave me a small smile.
In the far back Marco was sitting casually with his legs on the other seat, his gaze focusing on his laptop. "Why did you call me?" I asked as I stood in front of him.
He beckoned me to sit next to him. I hesitated which made him look up to me. "No funny business." he grumbled when he saw that I was hesitating to sit next to him.
I sighed as I took a seat. I looked at his laptop to see what he was looking at.
Suits.
He was looking at suits. "I'm confused. I don't know which one to pick." he groaned and looked at me, "Can you help me choose?"
"Do I look like a stylist to you?"
He scanned my outfit up and down. "Definitely not. Those sweatpants don't match with the crop top, but you can help me with this right?"
I rolled my eyes at him. If I can't even dress myself up how does he expect me to dress him up? "Why don't you call Chase, he knows better."
"He's at a meeting. Come on Jillian, help me out of this."
I sighed and looked at the suits. They all looked the same, I don't see the problem. "They all look the same." I said annoyed, "Just pick one."
"They don't look the same." he protested, "They all have their own minor details."
I narrowed my eyes and brought my face closer to the screen and I still can't see a difference. "There's not."
"There is. I thought girls were the one who could spot a difference even when there's no difference."
"Well, I'm sorry that I failed being a girl."
He laughed at that. "Nah, you're not a failure. Just different."
I rolled my eyes. "Of course."
"So..."
"So what?"
"Which one of them should I buy?"
"I don't know, either one is fine by me."
"The dark blue or the black one."
"There's no dark blue, they are all black." I said as I fixed my eyes back on the screen.
"No, that one--" he pointed at the center of the screen, "Is a dark blue one."
"No, it's black." That cannot be dark blue, it's black.
"Do you want to see?" He clicked on it and the details of the suit came up. Dark blue was written in bold letters.
I huffed. "You proved your point can I go back now?"
"No, you haven't told me which one to pick."
"Marco you're capable of picking your own clothes."
"I want my pudding to do it for me." he whined.
I scrunched my nose up. "Stop being so whiny geez, you're a freaking CEO, richest man in whole America and here you are acting like a toddler."
"Choose for me Jillian!" he sighed, "God I hate when my assistant isn't with me."
"Would you be lost without him?"
"I'm already lost here pudding."
I chuckled. "Why didn't you bring him along?"
"Well..uhm he has work to do over there..uhm in the company."
I furrowed my brows. That doesn't make sense; there were so many people in the company who could do it. "I'm pretty sure there were other people there who could do it."
"I don't trust them."
"Oh."
"Yeah, so which one."
I internally groaned before answering him. "The first one from the top."
"This one?" he asked pointing with the arrow of his mouse.
I nodded. "Yup that one."
"Looks good."
"Of course who picked it?" I sniggered.
"Stop flattering yourself." he clicked the buy button and then he looked at me. "Have you already eaten?"
"Yep, have you?"
He nodded his head. "Yes, I did. Do you want champagne?"
I shook my head. "Don't you think it's too early for champagne?"
"Of course not, are you sure you don't want it?"
"Nope, but I'm craving chocolate." I said in all honesty. When I'm on my period I'm always craving chocolate and this morning I forgot to bring a Milky Way with me.
"What brand of chocolate?" he asked.
"Delafee." I joked. Delafee is one of the most luxurious chocolate brands in the world and I doubt that he will have that, but I can't help messing with him.
"We're going for the expensive ones aren't we?" he teased.
I shrugged. "I did choose a suit for you which probably cost over $50K and I'm pretty sure you will only wear it once."
"That is...true." he laughed and motioned to the flight attendant.
"Yes, what can I do for you?" she asked as she approached us. That's when I noticed her nametag.
Allison.
"A glass of champagne for me and a box of Delafee chocolate for Miss Malik."
When Allison left I look wide eyed at Marco. "You're kidding right?"
"What?" he asked clearly confused.
"About the Delafee chocolates. You don't have it."
"What makes you think I won't have that?"
"I don't know, maybe because it's so fucking expensive."
Marco laughed. "Oh really, I make that money every fifteen minutes."
I facepalmed myself.
Right.
He's a billionaire.
"I keep forgetting that you're a CEO."
"And why is that?"
"Because sometimes you're so whiny."
His lips twitched in amusement.
"Mr Vasilios here's your drink and a box of Delafee chocolate for you Miss Malik." Allison said as she placed the chocolate box on my lap.
"Is there anything else I can do?"
Marco waved his hand in dismissal. "This is all, thank you Allison."
Allison nodded curtly and walked away. I stared at awe at the box in my hands. It's so pretty. "I can't believe I will taste one of the most expensive chocolates in the world." I muttered as I opened the box.
"They are delicious too." Marco butted in.
"Have you already taste them?"
"Of course, it's no big deal for me."
The box opened and I was greeted by delicious looking chocolate covered in edible 24-karat gold flakes. I picked one and took a bite of it. I moaned as it melted on my tongue leaving an unforgettable taste behind.
"So good." I glanced at Marco and he was staring amused at me.
"What?" I asked, do I have chocolate on my face?
"Nothing, you just look really cute when you moan. I only wished I was in your mouth not chocolate."
"Perv." I shoved him lightly to the side.