"Because it barely covers your butt and you're wearing my boxers. You're not helping to get rid of my boner."
I let out a loud sigh. "Fine, I'll go take a shower. I want food when I come back."
"Everything for you pudding." he walked over to me and spanked my butt. "Because you will need energy for tonight."
I flipped my hair in his face as I was stroking the place on my butt where he had spanked me. It stung. "You're such a bad boy Vasilios!"
"I never said I was good." He yelled out laughing as I walked back to the bedroom. I closed the door and stripped down to get in the shower. After I was done, I wrapped myself in a towel and blow dried my hair in the bathroom mirror.
I came out of the bathroom dressed in a oversized sweater and shorts. I combed my hair and applied chapstick before making my way back to the kitchen. On my way back my eyes spotted a huge golden door and through the glass I could see shelves with books.
My eyes widened at the sight and I immediately opened the door. I inhaled the sweetly fragrant vanillin smell of the books and let out a contented sigh. This was what I call heaven.
Literally the same exact library I saw in the movie beauty and the beast. I always wanted to have one.
The books reached the top of the ceiling and there were ladders everywhere. I walked around the library, scanning the books. Some of them were old and some of them were new. There was also a desk in the corner of the room, stacked with books and book markers.
I walked over to the desk and picked up the first book.
A thousand Splendid Suns.
I remembered when I was younger how I cried my heart out while reading this book. It's so well written and I couldn't get enough of it.
I plopped down on the chair and went through the bookmarks. They were all of different shapes and they all had their own quotes. I wondered why Marco never told me about the library. It was so beautiful with endless amounts of books.
While I was picking up the books and read the summary, my eyes caught something silvery underneath a stack of papers. I removed the papers and my eyes widened in shock.
No way.
I was in a state of shock as my trembling fingers picked up the silver heart locket necklace. The same exact one I had lost six years ago.
Now everything I questioned, made sense.
Marco was the stranger.
The stranger was Marco.
It was confirmed. My suspicion was right.
But why? Why didn't he tell me? Why did he had to keep this a secret?
I picked up the stack of papers and gulped when I saw my name in bold letters on top of it. I read through it and I saw all my information. There were even pictures of me. Was Marco stalking me? Is he a stalker? I shuddered at the thought of it only.
I don't believe he is, but why did he have all these information about me?
"Pudding I---" Marco stepped into the room cheerfully with two trays of food. His cheerful mood immediately disappeared and his eyes widened when he saw what I was holding. "I..I mean I can explain."
I looked at the necklace and then at him. "So all this time, you knew?!"
Jillian Malik P.O.V
I sat there frozen in shock, waiting for Marco to open his mouth and explain. I looked away, then looked back at my hand to see if it was still there. It was.
The room was silent, the only thing you could hear was the breathing of the two of us.
"I--I'm sorry," he stammered looking away from me. "I should have told you." His voice cracked as he said that. I've never saw him so nervous and scared in all the time I've known him.
"And why didn't you tell me?" I took a deep breath after I asked that question. "You thought it wasn't important for me?"
Six years long I've been living in misery, because I couldn't get over the one night stand. It was so hard to step into a relationship, because every time I did, it failed. I couldn't let go and I hated myself for that.
He looked back at me and I could see the guilt in his eyes. "You couldn't remember me. I can't just barge into your life and be like 'oh hey, you are my one night stand. I love you.' Would you believe me?"
I would definitely not believe him, at first.
"It's not that I forgot the one night stand. I didn't know who you were. I couldn't remember your face nor your name, because you left before I woke up plus I was wasted." I fidget with the necklace in my hand as I was trying to remain calm. "You could have show me the necklace and I would believe you."
"And have you been keeping tabs on me? I asked further, referring to the papers with my information in it. There were three different papers that were all kept together by a broken paperclip. All of three had my information in it. How creepy.
"I was a coward, I should've left you a note." He sat down in front of me and covered his face with his hands. "I knew that the night in Milan was more than a one night stand, but I thought I could forget about it and you would regret it in the morning. You were drunk after all. Drunk people always tend to regret the things they do once they sober up."
I shook my head. He thought so wrong. "I haven't forgot and regret anything. Six years later and I still can remember it like it had happened yesterday. But that's beside the point. The point is why haven't you told me. You saw me at Ximena's graduation and I'm pretty sure you recognized me."
"I thought the love was one sided. I thought you forgot about it and had already moved on." he admitted.
"You thought too much." I uttered.
He let out a huge sigh, but didn't say anything.
"You know this is considered lying right?" I said, raising an eyebrow.
"What?!" Marco exclaimed looking up at me with wide eyes while running his hand through his hair. "How is it considered lying? You never asked so I never told you."
"You remembered me and you chose not to tell me? For me, that's considered lying Vasilios. I don't care what you think, but you should've told me the first time you met me and that was on Ximmy's graduation." I catched my breath and continued, "I don't know what to believe right now. This is something huge. It's my past and you kept it a secret from me."