Eight Years His Girlfriend, Thirty Days His Downfall - Chapter 114: Chapter 114
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"I know very well how to drive a bike" Marcus spat angrily and went back to eating.
As we finished eating Marcus's phone rang. He looked at the number and then at me. But his lips set into a hard line and he walked out leaving me in confusion. It was very suspicious so I quickly ate the food and paid before walking out.
Marcus was outside the restaurant on his phone. I hid behind a pillar surrounded by flower pots out of curiosity.
"Don't tell her yet. She will leave if she knows and then she will be in danger"
Before I could hear anymore I accidentally stepped on a flower pot. Marcus turned to me and his eyes widened. He quickly cut the call and walked over.
"Umm... I just finished eating. Let's go now" I said before he could ask me what I was doing here.
Marcus stared at me for a while, his eyes searching mine for something but then he nodded and held my hand. "Let's go"
We rented a Motorbike and explored the city. I was first anxious to get on one because this was my first time and I didn't trust Marcus because the words Billionaire and Motorbike don't usually go together.
It was evening and Marcus took us to the beach. He sat on the sand and pulled me down. I sat between his legs and leaned onto his chest. Wrapping his arms around me he kept his chin on my head.
"Marcus"
He bent his head and looked at me. I wanted to ask him about the call but staring into his deep green eyes I decided against it. I didn't want my curiosity to ruin our relationship.
"What do you hate the most? I mean other than food and stuff" I asked a question out of nowhere to take my mind off the call.
"Mmm Blowjobs"
Suddenly I started laughing out loud. I covered my mouth with my hand but it was not enough. Tears pricked my eyes and I sat up straight to look at him.
"Why?"
"I don't know. I don't like when women kneel in front of men. It's makes them look submissive and weak. Specially I don't want you to look like that. I want you to stand head to head with me not below me"
I wrapped my hands around his neck and leaned into his face. "Someone's feminist" Marcus gave a small smile and shrugged to that.
"I thought your type was short, weak, poor-"
"I was lying. I said that to piss you off. I hate that"
"Then what do you like?"
"I like an independent woman who stands up for herself."
"So your type is me?" I said cheesily as a joke and the corners of his mouth quirked up into a teasing smile.
"When did I say that?"
"Hmm whatever" I snapped my head to the side and crossed my arms, pretending to be mad. Marcus chuckled softly and pulled me to his chest.
"You are everything I ever wanted" He whispered in a husky voice and I giggled as he tickled my stomach.
We cuddled against each other for sometime, staring at the sunset until it was all dark. We finally got up and decided to go for dinner.
We chose not to go for a fancy restaurant so Marcus parked the bike in front of a local pub The entire place was made out of wood and loud music was blaring through the speakers.
We walked inside and ordered food. Marcus knew basic Portuguese so we were able to communicate with the people.
I sat on a stool near the bar. Marcus bought a beer and sat next to me. He circled his arms around me and patted my thigh. People from all the ages were inside the pub, enjoying themselves.
Two girls were singing a slow song on the stage and old couples were dancing on the floor.
A smile crept up my lips seeing how lovely the old couples look. Their love didn't fade away no matter how many years they spent together. They still look like a young couple curious about one another.
Marcus drank his beer while staring at me from the corner of his eyes. I smiled and winked at him enjoying the moment.
I would love to grow old with him. To have a family with him. He's the most sweetest man I know and I don't want any other. He's only mine.
"They can sing well" Marcus said pointing to the two women.
"Mmm. I wish I can sing but my only skill is studying and writing exams. Can you sing?"
"Kind of"
"Wait are you serious?" I asked in shock.
"Yes"
"Wow I thought you can draw"
"I can't draw"
"Really? Then why did you buy paintings back in Florida?"
"You still remember that? Well I like art but that doesn't mean I can draw"
"Aww sad I was gonna ask you to draw a portrait of me but now that you can sing go up and sing a song for me" I pointed to the stage.
"What? Noooo"
"You know any Portuguese songs?"
"Yes but-"
"Then that's it" I slammed my hands on the table and got up.
I called the bartender and asked him if Marcus can sing on the stage. The entire time Marcus looked at me in bewilderment and then the bartender took Marcus to the stage.
As we finished eating Marcus's phone rang. He looked at the number and then at me. But his lips set into a hard line and he walked out leaving me in confusion. It was very suspicious so I quickly ate the food and paid before walking out.
Marcus was outside the restaurant on his phone. I hid behind a pillar surrounded by flower pots out of curiosity.
"Don't tell her yet. She will leave if she knows and then she will be in danger"
Before I could hear anymore I accidentally stepped on a flower pot. Marcus turned to me and his eyes widened. He quickly cut the call and walked over.
"Umm... I just finished eating. Let's go now" I said before he could ask me what I was doing here.
Marcus stared at me for a while, his eyes searching mine for something but then he nodded and held my hand. "Let's go"
We rented a Motorbike and explored the city. I was first anxious to get on one because this was my first time and I didn't trust Marcus because the words Billionaire and Motorbike don't usually go together.
It was evening and Marcus took us to the beach. He sat on the sand and pulled me down. I sat between his legs and leaned onto his chest. Wrapping his arms around me he kept his chin on my head.
"Marcus"
He bent his head and looked at me. I wanted to ask him about the call but staring into his deep green eyes I decided against it. I didn't want my curiosity to ruin our relationship.
"What do you hate the most? I mean other than food and stuff" I asked a question out of nowhere to take my mind off the call.
"Mmm Blowjobs"
Suddenly I started laughing out loud. I covered my mouth with my hand but it was not enough. Tears pricked my eyes and I sat up straight to look at him.
"Why?"
"I don't know. I don't like when women kneel in front of men. It's makes them look submissive and weak. Specially I don't want you to look like that. I want you to stand head to head with me not below me"
I wrapped my hands around his neck and leaned into his face. "Someone's feminist" Marcus gave a small smile and shrugged to that.
"I thought your type was short, weak, poor-"
"I was lying. I said that to piss you off. I hate that"
"Then what do you like?"
"I like an independent woman who stands up for herself."
"So your type is me?" I said cheesily as a joke and the corners of his mouth quirked up into a teasing smile.
"When did I say that?"
"Hmm whatever" I snapped my head to the side and crossed my arms, pretending to be mad. Marcus chuckled softly and pulled me to his chest.
"You are everything I ever wanted" He whispered in a husky voice and I giggled as he tickled my stomach.
We cuddled against each other for sometime, staring at the sunset until it was all dark. We finally got up and decided to go for dinner.
We chose not to go for a fancy restaurant so Marcus parked the bike in front of a local pub The entire place was made out of wood and loud music was blaring through the speakers.
We walked inside and ordered food. Marcus knew basic Portuguese so we were able to communicate with the people.
I sat on a stool near the bar. Marcus bought a beer and sat next to me. He circled his arms around me and patted my thigh. People from all the ages were inside the pub, enjoying themselves.
Two girls were singing a slow song on the stage and old couples were dancing on the floor.
A smile crept up my lips seeing how lovely the old couples look. Their love didn't fade away no matter how many years they spent together. They still look like a young couple curious about one another.
Marcus drank his beer while staring at me from the corner of his eyes. I smiled and winked at him enjoying the moment.
I would love to grow old with him. To have a family with him. He's the most sweetest man I know and I don't want any other. He's only mine.
"They can sing well" Marcus said pointing to the two women.
"Mmm. I wish I can sing but my only skill is studying and writing exams. Can you sing?"
"Kind of"
"Wait are you serious?" I asked in shock.
"Yes"
"Wow I thought you can draw"
"I can't draw"
"Really? Then why did you buy paintings back in Florida?"
"You still remember that? Well I like art but that doesn't mean I can draw"
"Aww sad I was gonna ask you to draw a portrait of me but now that you can sing go up and sing a song for me" I pointed to the stage.
"What? Noooo"
"You know any Portuguese songs?"
"Yes but-"
"Then that's it" I slammed my hands on the table and got up.
I called the bartender and asked him if Marcus can sing on the stage. The entire time Marcus looked at me in bewilderment and then the bartender took Marcus to the stage.
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