In the few weeks I know him I got used to his inappropriate jokes. He usually make them with Rodrigo, but I guess I'm now also on his 'people I can make inappropriate jokes with' list.
"Do you want some?"
He shook his head. "Nope thank you, I already ate Froyo this morning."
After I had finished the chocolates, Marco and I started a conversation about school and business. He told me about his experience at Harvard, how he was nerdy and how he always stayed out of trouble.
And now he became trouble himself.
He told me that he secretly didn't want to major in Business administration and instead he wanted to go to Juilliard and major in playwriting.
"But I couldn't do that, because I don't want to hand the company over to some stranger. I rather have that it stays in the family." he said when I asked why he didn't go with the idea of studying at Juilliard.
Then he asked about me. I told him that I went to school in Barcelona and I lived with my aunt. I got a fully funded scholarship to Columbia University and I was supposed to go back after I graduated, but his sister gave me a well-paid job so that's why I stayed.
"You stay with that chick named Reina right?" he asked.
I nodded, wondering why he asked. "Yes, why?"
"She's with Luca Rossi?"
"I'm not sure. She didn't confirm yet if they are back together."
"Back together?"
"Yep, they were together in college, but broke up."
"Oh. Makes sense, that guy was completely lost without her."
"You know him?"
"Yes, a couple of months ago I met him at the billionaire club meeting and he was constantly talking about this girl named Reina."
"Well, he did try to get back to her in college but she ignored him. I never really liked him, but I guess he's changed now."
"Oh yeah he changed big time. Your friend has him wrapped around her finger."
I laughed at that. We kept talking for a while, when I started to get tired. My eyes started to get heavy and Marco noticed that.
"Here." he said as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to him. I didn't have the energy to resist him anymore and I just let it be. It felt better like this.
"Sleep a little." he whispered before I closed my eyes and darkness consumed me.
..........
I fluttered my eyelashes open and saw that I wasn't in a plane anymore. In fact I was now in a car.
"Well hello there sleeping beauty." A voice said. I looked up and a pair of ocean blue eyes met mine.
"Are we already in Barcelona?" I croaked.
Marco nodded. "Yes we are, you had been sleeping for three hours straight and you didn't even wake up when the plane touched down."
I smiled sheepishly at him. "Guess I was too tired."
"I figured, that's why I let you sleep. What's your aunt address?"
I took out my phone and showed him the address. He leaned forward to give the address to the driver.
I looked outside and saw all the familiar places. Places where I used to hangout. It has been so long that I've been back here.
Barcelona. My hometown.
And still it wasn't really home. I wasn't born here. I was raised here for as long as I can remember. I let out a huge sigh. Coming back here, brought back so many memories. Happy and sad ones.
I can't wait to see Aunt Lydia and Milan after two years.
Oh shit!
I haven't told Marco about Milan. What if he will freak out? Should I tell him?
Questions were floating in my head.
I looked over at him and he was also staring outside deep in thoughts. My heart beat faster and I hoped Marco wouldn't get out of the car. I hope he will just let the driver bring in my luggage. I don't want to tell him about Milan just yet.
Maybe later. Maybe when we go back.
After a few minutes of driving we finally stopped at a familiar white house.
Home.
I stepped out of the car and breathed in the fresh air. It feels so good to finally be home. When I saw Marco stepping out of the car I hurriedly ran towards him.
"You don't have to come out you know. I mean thanks for bringing me here." I hastily said.
He chuckled. "Of course I will come out and say Hi to your aunt. I'm not that rude pudding." He walked to the back of the car and helped the driver to bring my luggage inside.
We walked towards the main door and before I could knock, the door swung open revealing my aunt. She still looks the same only with a little bit more wrinkles. No doubt Milan gave her that.
"Tía!" I exclaimed and hugged her tightly. I have missed her so much.
"Jillian! Finally you're here." she sobbed as she hugged me tighter.
"Don't cry, I'm here." I let go of her and rubbed her back softly. "How have you been? You still look so young."
She playfully shoved me. "Oh shut up, you know I'm getting older day by day."
I heard a cough from behind me and realized that Marco was still here.
"I want you to meet someone Tía." I said and stepped aside so Marco could step forward.
"Is that your novio? She asked, her eyes glimmering.
"What, no. We're just amigos." I said.
She looked at me suspiciously but then extended her hand to Marco. "I'm Lydia, nice to meet you young man."
"The pleasure is mine, I'm Marco."
"Welcome to Barcelona, Are you going to stay here?"
"Oh no, I'll stay at my hotel."
"But why? There's enough room here. Jillian why haven't you told him."
"No, it's okay. I have a meeting tomorrow. It will be easier for me to stay in the hotel where the meeting is being held."
"Oh, why don't you stay for din--?"
I interrupted aunt Lydia. I should have whispered to her that Marco still doesn't know about Milan. "It's okay Tía, Marco is probably really tired and wants to go home and take a shower. Right Marco?" I asked raising my eyebrows as I literally tell him to go away with my eyes.
"Uh- yeah uhmm..I should get going. Uhm nice to meet you Lydia."
Aunt Lydia smiled at him. "Nice to meet you too, you should visit again before you leave."
Marco gave her a sincere smile. "I will."
Marco motioned his driver that it's time to leave but before he could turn around to open the door I heard footsteps behind me.
"Mommy.”