Jillian Malik P.O.V
Paris went by faster than I expected, in no time I was back in busy New york city. It was fun to say the least, our relationship grew stronger during the shopping trips, sightseeings, and dates. Except for the mornings, those were a torture for Marco, everything went by smoothly.
"Pudding, are you do---," Marco came into the room, trying to fix his tie, while I was applying lipstick. He stopped mid sentence and eyed me from head to toe. "You look stunning."
"Thank you." I walked over to him and planted a kiss on his lips. He held me firmly on my waist and deepened the kiss.
"Vasilios," I panted heavily, pulling away from him. "You have lipstick all over your face."
He chuckled and gave me a final once over, while I was trying to wipe the red off his lips. "Is this the one you bought in Paris?"
I nodded and looked at my dress in the mirror. It was a off-the-shoulder high low navy blue dress. When I saw this in the store, I instantly fell in love. It was elegant, yet sexy and it fitted me perfectly.
I saw Marco smiling in the background. "What are you smiling at?"
"Nothing, pudding." he replied, still smiling. "Just trying to keep big boy asleep."
"You better, Vasilios." I warned. During our stay in Paris, I had to deal with him jerking off in the bathroom every morning. I turned around to grab my clutch. "Now, let's go. I don't want Ximena to wait."
We walked outside of Marco's house where the driver was waiting for us. A couple weeks ago Marco bought a new mansion and he told me that I was the first girl he brought here. I was flattered. The house was a beautiful two story mansion with an absolutely amazing spiral staircase and a gorgeous library with hundreds of books. The house was big, it could accommodate at least thirty people. There was a backyard, a swimming pool, a cinema, a basketball court, and so much more.
I stepped in the car, followed by Marco. After we fastened our seatbelts, he placed his hand into mine. "Do you think Ximmy will be alright, I haven't check how the preparations went." I said worried. Marco stroked my hand. "It's alright Pudding. Everything is fine, you will see."
"I'm not sure, yesterday I only helped for five hours and---,"
Marco leaned in and kissed my mouth shut. "Now that you've shut up. Five hours was more than enough plus you needed rest, because you just came from Paris."
"But--" I tried, still not convinced. I could have work longer, I wasn't really tired since I had slept almost the entire flight. This morning I hadn't even call her to ask if she needed me. What if something went wrong?
"Do you want me to spank you?" Marco threatened, making me shut up instantly. When I didn't say anything, he smirked. "Good, that's my pudding. You have done more than enough for Ximmy, so just relax okay?"
I nodded softly in the dimmed light and he squeezed my hands again, ensuring me that everything's going to be alright. I looked outside the window and saw something familiar passing by. "Stop..!! Stop, the car please!" I yelled at the driver and he immediately stopped the car, making me almost fly and hit my head at the back of his seat. Thank god, for seatbelts.
I opened the car window, pulled my head out and read the sign across the street. Yes, there it is. Damn ! I never thought I would come across one ever in my life. So many times I thought that I had to go all the way to India only to get a taste of that.
"Pudding? What's happening? Put your head inside." Marco said worried as he tugged on my dress.
I sat back on the seat and looked at him with a pout. He sighed and asked: "What do you want?"
"Biryani." I answered, happily.
"What? Who's that?"
I pointed my finger at the Biryani cart outside. "It's an indian dish. I'm really craving it."
"But we're going to a party. There's going to be caviar and---,"
"I want biryani. I will not ask you for anything else." I pouted. I was really craving it. Since last year. During college, I had an indian classmate who always brought biryani to school and shared it with me. To say I grew attached to it, was just an understatement.
Marco let out a deep sigh and tapped his driver on the shoulder. "Can you grab some chicken biryani from across the street?"
The driver nodded and got out of the car. I looked at Marco with a questionable look on my face. "Aren't we going?"
"This is a bad side of town, pudding." He goes with his hands through his hair as he said that. "Thank you." I whispered, kissing his temples.
"For what?"
"For stopping and buying me biryani."
He chuckled lightly. "Everything for my pudding."
The driver came back in the car and handed me the plate with chicken biryani and bottle of water. It looked so delicious and tasty.
"Do you want some?" I offered Marco, but he just shook his head. Well, all the more for me then.
I took a bite of the deliciously seasoned chicken and let out a soft moan. It tasted so good.
"I can let you moan louder than that, pudding." Marco said next to me.
"Vasilios, now is not time for your dirty mouth."
He snickered, but didn't say anything in return.
When we arrived at the venue where Ximena held her launch party I was already finished eating. I had reapplied my makeup, sprayed perfume to cover the biryani smell, and sucked on a cough drop.
The place was already packed with people, since we were twenty minutes late. Marco took my hand in his and we walked up the stairs, since the launch was held on the second floor. The security guards recognized Marco and I, so they just opened the door. I stared in awe at the beautiful setting. I had an image how it would look like, but the outcome always surprised me.
We stepped in and everyone's attention was on us. I then realized that this is the first time we are at a party as a couple.
"I knew it! I knew it !" Marco and I turned around and we were greeted by a squealing Ellie. "Oh my god, I knew it!"
"What?" Marco asked, clearly lost at what was happening right now.
"You two ! Are a couple ! Oh my god!" Ellie hugged me tightly, to the point it was hard to breath.
"El..Ellie, Lose your grip on me." I pleaded.
She instantly let go of me and her eyes turned wide. "Oh my god, are you alright?"
Typical Ellie.
"So," she smirked at Marco and I. "Are you guys official?"