Only to see her happy. Only to see her smile.
I looked at her. Her head was on my shoulder and she was humming an unfamiliar song. We were already an hour in the air. Her hair draped graciously on my shoulder and face. Every Time I breathed, a strand of hair entered my mouth.
I was not complaining. I could stay like this a lifetime.
I just needed her.
Her scent.
Her presence.
Her laughter.
Her.
All I need, All I will ever need.
When did I become like this? Love-fucking-sick.
I never thought I could get attached to a girl. But then Jillian came along. And not like any other girl.
No, she had to come into my life in the form of a goddamn one night stand. When I said, she was something else, I meant it.
She was different, unique. Something-completely-fucking-else.
"Hey Jillian." I whispered softly, a strand of hair entering my mouth. Blah! I brought my hand to my mouth to pull away the strand of hair that was stuck on my tongue. Gross.
This was the time. I couldn't hold this anymore.
I needed to tell her. She needed to know the truth.
"Mmh." she replied.
"I need to tell you something."
"I'm listening."
I took a deep breath. I hope she will not run away.
We are in the air, she can't go anywhere, unless she has a death wish I whispered to myself.
She can't runaway from you. It was time I tell her the truth and hope she remembers me. Or hope she loves me back.
Hoping she can give me a chance.
Hoping she can forgive me that I had left her before she woke up.
Without a note.
Without saying who I was.
What if she doesn't love me back?
"Do you remember the night in Milan?" I asked, closing my eyes from fear.
I don't want to see her reaction.
But she hadn't reacted, so I assumed she was waiting for me to continue. It was now or never.
"The one night stand? I don't know if you can remember it, but I can. I'm so sorry...I'm so sorry that I had left you.. If I knew you wou--,"
I opened my eyes when I heard soft snoring. My hands were sweaty as well as my forehead.
I looked over at Jillian and she was peacefully sleeping. My heart stopped for a moment.
That's why she didn't reply, she was asleep.
I let out a huge sigh and covered her with my jacket. My hands were still clamp from my confession. Well, almost confession.
I guess I had to wait to tell her another time.
When she's awake.
When she can answer the question I was burning to ask her.
Marco Vasilios P.O.V
"So, have you told her?" Rodrigo was sitting casually in front of me, his legs crossed on my table. Talk about manners.
I glared at his feet and then at him. "Put your feet down!" I snapped. "Where are your manners?"
"Don't have any." he replied, taking a sip of his martini. "Like how you don't have the balls to tell Jillian that you're her one night stand."
"Fuck you !" I said through gritted teeth.
"You were with her in a goddamn plane, the only reason you didn't bring your PA was because of her and still you didn't had the balls to confess?!" he exclaimed, putting his glass roughly down on the table.
"Can you be more careful with my glassware? Those are my mom's."
"Don't change the subject. You know that I can't see you like this anymore." His eyes held anger as he was looking at me. "It's time you fucking grow a pair of balls and confess to her. You're hurting yourself by keeping this a secret. Fuck!"
"I did confess okay, she was...asleep." I muttered.
I hated to be like this. Vulnerable.
I was a goddamn business man. Business deals, contracts, name it and I could arrange it. No hesitation. No second thoughts.
And then there's her.
Everything I do, everything I say around her I have to make sure It will not hurt her feelings. That she will not run away from me. I never cared about anyone's feelings, that's why I got the title womanizer right?
But I cared about her feelings.
And only her.
And that from my parents.
Oh and also that from my annoying sister.
Always had, Always will.
Rodrigo simpered. "Really?! How do you expect for her to reply if she's asleep! You can't keep this a secret any longer...You're...hurting. Fuck when did I become so sentimental?"
I growled inwardly, knowing that Rodrigo was right. "I'm fucking afraid!" I yelled out frustrated.
There, I let it out.
I was afraid.
Afraid of losing her.
Afraid that this love is only one sided.
I have hurt myself a lot after that one night stand. I had countless one night stands with different girls.
Blondes, brunettes, redheads, etc.
And still I couldn't get over her.
I even turned my dear friend, Zoe, into my fuckbuddy.
Every stupid thing I had done, was because of her.
To forget her.
To move on without her.
But when I'm alone, the only thing that's on my mind is her.
Rodrigo stared at me. "Afraid? For what? She's just a girl."
"She's not just a girl! Dammit, she's the girl that holds my heart. She's the girl that can break it anytime she wants !"
Rodrigo shook his head and was about to say something when my office door opened. "Sir, you have a meeting in ten minutes." Timon informed me.
"Fuck!" I cursed as I frantically searched for the file I needed for the meeting. The whole afternoon Jillian took over my mind to the point that I had to call Rodrigo over to 'advise' me.
So far, Rodrigo wasn't much of a help.
"Let me guess. You haven't prepared yet." Rodrigo stood up and fixed his tie as he looked up at me with pity in his eyes.
I let out a frustrated sigh as I grabbed the file and stand up. "No, dammit. And I don't need your pity."
"I don't pity you. It's just... If Jillian can do this to you." He pointed with his index finger at me. "She's the one. And damn I will feel sorry for you if she will leave you when she knows that you knew the truth all along."
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