"She's drowning herself in work, Miss Malik." Claire cried out when I called her to my office asking her about Ximena.
When I knocked on her office door, I heard a loud groan followed by an even louder "Get out."
That was my cue to come in.
Ximena's office was twice the size of mine. She was the CEO after all. She had a huge cherry desk in the middle of her office that fitted perfectly with the Dutch white color on her walls and her tiles. There was also a huge glass window behind her that had the perfect view of New York City. Furthermore, she had hung up some really cool paintings that must have cost a fortune and she had placed a cactus in one of the corners. Her room was pretty empty, but then again Ximena was someone who liked to have space.
"Crowded places make me anxious." she once told me when we were in college and she visited my room. My room was a mess.
"Something you want to get off your chest?" I asked, handing her the coffee and macarons.
She let out a heavy sigh. "Marco will move back to New York City."
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I didn't see anything wrong with Marco moving back to New York City, but for Ximena everything was wrong.
"It's a disaster!" she cried out loud, covering her face with her hands.
"He will take the spotlight again, oh goodness! And all his scandals!" she scorned when she mentioned scandals.
"Ximmy, it will not be that bad," I said trying to soothe her.
"Not be that bad?!" she yelled out in disgust. "Oh god, you don't know about all his nightly adventures. It's so disgusting to have caught my brother with Lana Rhoades doing some fifty-shades shit!"
My eyes widened in shock. Lana Rhoades is the most popular pornstar. I didn't know Marco was that desperate to satisfy his needs. I knew that he only banged actresses or models, but a pornstar?
"A pornstar?" I choke out, looking star-struck at Ximena.
"Yes! Oh goodness, I know what you're thinking. If that will ever leak out, my sales will suffer. Sometimes I don't even know why I'm related to him. I can't have him here right now, not when I will launch my eyeshadow palette in two months." she cried, banging her head on her desk.
"I don't think it will be that bad, you're just overreacting Ximmy." I sighed, even though I don't like Marco I don't think that he will do anything that will ruin Ximena's image.
"Oh honey, you don't know anything about that boy. I love my brother, but hell he's so irresponsible sometimes!"
Marco Vasilios P.O.V
"And that's why I decided to move back to New York!" I announced at the dinner table.
My mom had made steak, which was a little bit overcooked, and mac and cheese, which didn't taste like mac and cheese at all. We didn't complain, because this was her first attempt of cooking in probably twenty years. Usually, we had a cook, but today she called in sick.
My parents were devastated when I told them about Bree Paloma, that little bitch. For nine months she lied to me that the baby she carried was mine. I didn't believe her in the beginning, because we didn't do any rough stuff and I was using a condom.
Somehow Bree convinced me that the condom was broken and that I was the only one she had sex with at that time. I was forced to live in Greece with her for nine months since I'm the CEO of a multi-billion company and the baby she was carrying would be the heir of my company. It would not be a good image if I were in New York and my pregnant girlfriend in Greece.
There are no words to describe how furious I was when I did a paternity test to see if the baby was mine. Turns out it wasn't! That little bitch had sex with four other men that time and she didn't really know to which one the baby belong. I was the only billionaire among those four, that's why she chose me as the father.
"Why? Why can't you stay in Greece?" Ximena asked appalled. I looked at her; she looked pale after I announced the news of me moving back. I thought she would be happy. I haven't been in the States for so long and she was always complaining that I was never around.
"Well--," I said. "The headquarters of my company are here and I don't want to see Bree anymore for the rest of my life."
"No!" she shouted panicky and then shut up abruptly when everyone was staring at her.
"Ximena dear, is something wrong? My mom asked as she put her fork down to walk over to Ximena. "I'm fine, I'm fine!" she yelled and stood up and mumbled an excuse me before she disappeared upstairs to her room.
I just shrugged my shoulders. Must be her time of the month again. That explains why she's so grumpy and sensitive. Women.
The next morning I was having breakfast when I saw Ximena rushing down the stairs to go to work. She wore an awful black conservative dress that made her look like a nun. It was ugly.
"Is that the new style?" I noticed when she came to the kitchen to grab a banana. “It's ugly by the way.”
She just glared at me and snarled, "Oh please, shut up! What do you know about style, when the only styles you care about are thongs and corsets?"
I was taken- aback by her sudden outburst. Why is she mad at me? I haven't done anything. And thongs and corsets? I prefer my girls naked. Easy access.
When it was lunchtime for Ximena, I decided to visit her and apologize for whatever I did to her. I have no clue what I did or said wrong, but I should apologize. Usually, I don't apologize to girls, but she's my sister and I might need her help somewhere shortly.
I parked my Bugatti Veyron next to Ximena's white Bentley and walked inside the building. In my right hand, I had the keys of my car around my index finger and in my left hand, I carried a bag with ten pieces of omakase from Ximena's favorite sushi place in New York, Sushi Yasuda.