"I was afraid okay and I still am. I don't know how you would react and if you would run away from me. I fucked up and I know, but I need one more chance with you." he whispered defeatedly.
"Explain these papers that have my name on it." I sucked in a deep breath. His devastated look made my heart ache. "You stalked me."
He shook his head. "I didn't. I told my detective to do some research on you. When I got those papers I never went through them, otherwise I would have known about Milan right?"
" I don't know if I should be happy or angry right now. My feelings are all mixed up." I leaned back on the chair and let out a deep sigh. So much information in one morning.
"I'm so--- Wait, did you just say happy?" he looked up at me and his eyes twinkled.
"I said happy or angry."
"That means you're happy you found me?" he asked surprised.
I looked at him with a questioning look. Why was he so surprised, I mean isn't it obvious how relieved I am right now. "Is that even a question? Of course."
"Which means you didn't regret the one night stand?"
I shook my head at his question. "Not at all. You made freaking love with me, why would you think I would regret it?"
Marco facepalmed himself and groaned inwardly. "If only I could've read your mind, things wouldn't get so complicated."
"How so?" I asked wonderingly.
"I always thought that you would run away." he admitted.
"And why is that?" I questioned, and then continued, "That's why I always say communication is the key. You should communicate with me. I will not just disappear out of your life."
"Really? You will not?"
"Of course not silly." I stood up and walked over to him. "I'm not mad, I'm just really disappointed at you for not telling me about this. I've been breaking my head for years to find out who you were."
"Did you figured it out?" he asked, pulling me into his lap. "I mean did you got my hints?"
"Hints? Well not really. Some things you did or some things you said, reminded me about that night. But something just didn't add up. And that was you, your lie, and the necklace."
"Stop referring to it as a lie." he grunted, lacing his fingers with mine.
"It is a lie. Even though I didn't asked you, you know that I was the one. But you just pretended to not know me. You pretended like we have never met."
"I'm sorry." He apologized once again.
I sighed and gave him a peck on his lips. "It's okay. You're forgiven. I'm glad I finally solved this mystery."
Marco smiled widely and kissed the tip of my nose. "Thank you pudding."
"That wasn't hard, was it?" I asked, looking into his bright blue eyes.
"What?"
"Admitting that you were my one night stand. Telling the truth. Communicate like normal couples do."
He pinched my thighs and I let out a yelp. I glared at him and he chuckled. "No, it wasn't. But I was scared that it would be only one sided. I was scared to lose you... Again."
I squeezed his hand. "I'm still here. I promise, you will not get rid of me that easily."
He laughed. "That's my pudding. Do you want to have breakfast now?"
"What do we have for breakfast?"
"You." he blurted out.
I looked at him dead in the eye and he laughed. "Just kidding, since I burned those eggs I told my maid to get us some fruit salad, froyo, and vanilla pudding."
Marco handed me the bowl with fruit salad. "It's a berries and banana fruit salad, I hope you like it."
Before I start eating I looked back at Marco. There was one question, I forgot to ask. He noticed me staring at him and cocked an eyebrow. "Yes?"
I cleared my throat before asking him the question. I hope It will not sound awkward. "So about the one night stand. How did I pass out?"
A sly smirk made its way to his face. "Because the dick was that good, pudding."
My face turned fifty shades of red and I immediately regretted that I asked that question.
Oh god !
Jillian Malik P.O.V
"I told you!" Reina yelled as she jumped off the counter and hit the table with her hips. I could hear the loud thud, but she didn't even flinch. Instead she ran towards me squealing like a mad woman. Her bright orange dress was stuck between the crack of her butt and she didn't even bother to pull it out. "Oh god! I can't believe this world is so small!"
When I arrived home yesterday, Reina knew exactly what had happened the night before. Not that I was hiding it or anything. First of all I was walking limp and my neck was showered with hickeys. Second of all, I was wearing Marco's clothes, just because It was painful and exhausting to wiggle into a pair of jeans. She immediately asked me to spill everything, but I told her to wait until tonight, because I was just worn out. I needed a warm bath and at least twenty hours of sleep.
"Can you please calm down." I pushed her away from me as I held the hot spatula as my weapon to defend myself from her. "There's no need to act crazy."
"Really?!" She yelled out totally out of breath. "You found the guy you had a one night stand with. And he happened to be your boyfriend ! That's a miracle !"
"It's not. I told you already, Marco knew about it all along." I turned around to the stove and continue frying the chicken. The spatula didn't really help to turn the chicken around since it wasn't the right kitchen tool to do it, but I was too lazy to search for the right one, so I might as well make this work. It was midnight and I was already in bed when I was craving homemade fries with fried chicken.
I placed the fries and chicken on a plate and walked to the fridge to get ketchup and mayonnaise when my phone suddenly vibrated in my back pocket. I quickly placed the ketchup and mayonnaise on the counter and grabbed my phone out of my pocket. I opened the message and a smile crept on my face.
My day has been hectic, it's been non stop meetings and I never got to see you. It was hard but the thought of falling asleep without saying goodnight to you was unbearable. Goodnight, sleep tight, I can't wait until the next time I see you pudding.