Inizio (COMPLETED)

27. The more...

Marco hadn't said a word to me since our friendly talk. It'd been 12 hours since we'd gotten on the jet. I'd taken the longest nap and just woke up. The guards weren't required to sit next to their client, but Marco found himself beside me. I looked at him as he sat next to me, but he refused to make eye contact. Instead, he remained glued to his phone.

I rolled my eyes at his behavior. No sex for a week and hell breaks loose in his head. Where's the self control.

You barely have any so you can't talk...

Oh, whatever. I pet an awaking Oliver and watched as he yawned.

"Aww, so cute!!! Girl or boy," asked Jessica. I smiled at her.

"Boy. His names Oliver." She beamed as Oliver stared at her.

"My uncle had cat—a cat, sorry. He had a cat named Mufasa," she said happily.

"Babe, that was a Lion. Like a full grown lion," said Stephan who lay across her lap with his eyes closed.

"Yeah. A cat," she said looking down at him. He smiled, eyes still shut.

"There's a cat. And then there's a Lion. Same felidae—I think it's felidae— family. Different species? I don't know. There's just a difference babe..," he said. She had her finger resting on her chin as she frowned trying to understand.

She finally gave up. "Soo, can I pet him," she asked. The silent man to my right answered her question.

"If he lets you," said Marco in a monotone voice. Oliver's ears perked up at Marcos voice and slowly turned his head. Marco was still staring st his phone, but feeling Oliver's eyes on him, he side glanced. The staring cat on my lap got up and walked over to Natalia who was passed out. Her new guard was reading a book called The Art of War, when suddenly Oliver tugged at his pants with his teeth. The guard didn't even flinch as he lightly scooted him over with his foot.

"Tsk tsk, come here Oleever," she said, her Russian accent coming off his name. Oliver eyed her for a moment before proceeding towards her. He jumped onto Stephan's face, sitting on it.

"Wootdafwuck," said a muffled Stephan. Jessica quickly picked Oliver up before Stephan could push him off.

"Pttt pttt. The hell? On my face...," he said looking at Oliver and then Marco and I. Marco was chuckling, on the verge of bursting. I gave Stephan a lopsided smile.

"He didn't mean it," I said. Oliver meowed in protest and then gave a loud purr as Jessica scratched his back. He curled himself into her lap. I heard Marco scoff at the sight.

"Hey, that's my spot," whined Stephan as he watched Oliver get special treatment.

"You probably liked it," said Marco as he scrolled through his phone. A strand of his gorgeous hair hung above his dark rimmed sunglasses. He took them off and hooked them onto the collar of his tee.

"You would've probably liked it," exclaimed Stephan. "Considering the fact that you probably can't remember the last time you had good pussy on your face." I subconsciously held my breath and I felt Marco suck in a quiet but harsh breath.

"Shut up," was all he said before returning to his phone. The doors separating the master bedroom, where Mr. and Mrs. Fiorentino were, and the area we were in opened and out came Jacob. He spotted me and gave me a jaw dropping smile.

His slight freckles spread across his nose, his green eyes gleaming. He stepped aside as a grumbling Stephan, who'd been shooed by Jessica, pushed past him to lay on the couch.