My ex, my Fiancee's Son

Chapter 7. So Sexy

Marcus came in and stood beside me. I shifted to get away from him. He did not press the floor of the room. Don't tell me if he's also down on the twentieth floor. Sometimes I look at him. Marcus fell silent with his sharp eyes looking forward.

Why do I see anger in those sharp eyes? She must not like me being here. I exhaled a tired breath that involuntarily made a sound loud enough for others to hear. The two men behind me were still staring at my ass. Sometimes they talk. I'm sure their conversation this time wasn't about work. A loud sound caught my attention. Marcus looked at me with his sharp eyes. Then turned to look at the two employees.

"You must be wondering who this woman is, right?" The two employees looked down embarrassed and apologized.

"You should have more respect for him. Because soon she'll be the wife of the president."

"Director Cho, this lady?"

"Yes, she's my stepmother's candidate. Greet Miss Shelina Aston."

"Sorry miss. We don't know if you're the fiancee and future wife of President Cho."

I glanced cynically at Marcus. And nodded lazily towards those two employees. Turn around and wait again. From the reflection of the elevator wall in front of me, Marcus was leaning against the elevator wall.

"She's so pretty and sexy, isn't she?"

I looked quickly at Marcus. The man grinned sharply.

"Of course, because she's a bitch."

Both my hands clenched tightly. He's a real bitch. I want to lunge and strangle his neck. Not content with humiliating me in front of Aiden last night, now he's doing it again in front of Cho Corporation employees.

You fucking jerk! Go to hell! I smiled sweetly at Marcus. And put on a poker face that I've mastered so much.

"Thank you for the compliment Marcus. You're a good boy. I'm lucky to have a stepdaughter like you." Marcus' face turned stiff with a hardened jaw.

I grinned in satisfaction of replying to his attack. He thought that by humiliating me, I would stop and give up. No, I told you no matter what happens I'm going to stay married to Andrew. Even I was willing to sell my soul to get rid of all obstacles and obstacles.

On the eighteenth floor the two employees got off leaving me and Marcus in the elevator. We both kept quiet. I'm not interested in talking to that goddamn devil next to me.

"What did you come here for?"

"Are your eyes blind?" I replied cynically by lifting the paper bag I brought.

"Pretending to be a considerate wife again?"

"It's better to pretend than not at all. I just brought a little lunch. So, you can't join us."

Marcus snorted violently in a quick motion he cornered me to the elevator wall. Both of his hands locked me up. My eyes were locked so tightly to his black eyes.

"You think I'd like to join. Until whenever I won't be willing." I stared at the sharp eyes that intimidated me. I won't be daunted.

"I never asked you to join. I'm just telling you not to ruin our lunch." I grinned but suddenly Marcus's right hand gripped my jaw firmly. The pain began to feel.

"Suckers! Goddamnit! The shameless cunning fox. How dare you challenge me."

"Let go of your hand. I don't want Andrew to see my jaw blushing for what you did."

"One more thing, if I'm a cunning fox then you're a wolf in sheep's clothing." I pushed Marcus' body away from me and got out of the hot elevator.

My legs still tremble while standing in front of the secretary's desk. Lie, if I say my heart beats normally. Lie, if I say not fascinated by Marcus. That jerk is so fucking handsome.

Oh my God, seeing her so close like that made me want to pull her nape and kiss her thick lips brutally. I've gone mad.

"Please enter Aston's mistress. President Cho is waiting for you." I woke up from my daydream. He took a deep breath and began to enter Andrew's room.

I smiled broadly. Andrew was sitting in his big chair with some paper and a map on his desk. I walked across the room to stand in front of his desk. He looked up at me. A perfectly curved beautiful smile gives rise to a sweet dimple on her left cheek.

"Have you come?"

"Yes, you haven't eaten."

"You don't have to bother bringing lunch for me."

"I must. You're a workaholic. I'm afraid you forgot to eat because you're too busy working. Come on, lunch." I walked to the sofa in the corner of the room. Put the lunch box on the table and prepare it. Andrew sat beside me.

"Have you eaten?"

"Not yet, I'm busy preparing your lunch."

"Then you should eat too." Andrew quickly picked up a spoonful of rice and side dishes and pointed them at me.

"No, I can eat at the cafe."

"You should eat. Aaa.." I gave up and ate it. Andrew then fed himself. And occasionally bribe me. I was like his daughter. I smiled happily. This is what I want, happiness and joy. So, I have to endure whatever happens.

A few minutes later, the food in the lunchbox was gone. Andrew liked my cooking. I started cleaning the lunch box.

"After this you're going back to the cafe?"

"Yes, of course."

"Go home early this afternoon."

"Why?"

"Because I want to take you to my friend's company's birthday tonight."

"What time?"

"Seven night hours. Dress up pretty. If you need to go shopping for a party dress."

"No, my dress is a lot. I don't have to buy a new one." Andrew didn't contradict my words.

"All right, I gotta go back. The cafe is pretty crowded right now."

"Yes, I want you to take me."

"Alright, be careful on the road. If anything, call me immediately." I nodded and stood up. Andrew also stood up and immediately pulled me in his arms.

"I love you." Andrew peeked at the top of my head. Then let go of his embrace. I smiled sweetly and left.

When I was in front of Andrew's room. My feet stopped stiff. My eyes are enlarged. In front of me Marcus stood with his hands together. She waiting for me? Not likely.

"Never come to this office again." His voice is full of threats. His sharp eyes are dragging me.

"Why?" I have trouble controlling my voice so that it doesn't shake. Marcus really affected me. He's like a very handsome, creepy lucifer.

"I don't want anyone to be perverted in this office."

"Make perverted?" My eyebrows shot up next to the mocking words of Marcus.

"Me and Andrew didn't do anything nasty. We'll be married soon anyway. There's no harm if we do perverted things."

"How many times do I have to say...."

"That you won't let our marriage happen, will you? I'm tired of hearing about Marcus. And I've told you a thousand times, if our marriage is ever going to happen."

I walked to the elevator. Marcus yelled swearing at me.  I kept walking, I wanted to ignore the curse but my skin was hot too. I stopped walking and turned around.

"Marcus, I never knew you liked eavesdropping. Don't you have another job?"

Marcus's face grew hardened with clenched hands. He walked towards me in anger but now I was in the elevator. And when he was about to approach me, the elevator door was shut tight. That's when I looked for a handle. My feet are like jelly losing its joints. My breath was hunting as if I had just walked out of the death row. God, give me the strength to face that jerk. But would God listen to the prayers of a prostitute like me?

***

I put red lipstick on my lips. Done it. A beautiful girl in a simple red dress but looks luxurious and sexy. Dress with a low neck cut and has a length to the ankle but with a hemisphere high enough to half the thigh. Hair is broken down with a slight wave at the end. The girl was a reflection of my appearance on the big glass.

Tonight Andrew's gonna take me to his friend's company birthday party. I sat on the edge of the bed and wore a high heel silver gliter. Then take out a small wallet to store my phone. The clock on the wall already showed seven o'clock. Andrew must have been waiting for me downstairs. I walked out of the room.

My heart beats hard. I almost threw my handbag.

Damnit. Fucking marcus. He stood at the door of my room with his hands together. My breath choked, not because of his shocking presence but because he was fucking handsome. God, how could you create a creature as handsome as him? But very jerk.

Marcus stood up with a black suit stelan tightly attached to his body. With intimidating sharp eyes and ... Oh My God! Tell me as a labile woman because now I admire her. It's the first time I've seen him brush his hair like that. That hairline showed her smooth, fairly wide forehead. The sexiest guy I've ever seen. Why hasn't he styled his rambang like that in the past?

Marcus's eyes traced my body. From top to bottom. Then back from the bottom up.

"For a bitch you're pretty sexy."

I should be angry at this time. Marcus was obviously mocking me. I don't know why the opposite happened to me. My face immediately warmed up. All I thought about was the sexy words spoken by her. That satire is like a compliment to me. I've gone mad. Stop being stupid and embarrassing. I looked down to avoid Marcus's eyes.

"Are you deliberately wearing that dress to tease the other rich guy at the party?"

"You must want to get a man in your bed."

"So, Marcus."

"What's wrong with my words? The truth is like that, isn't it?"

"Why do I flirt and hook another rich man, if I have a fiancee who is always willing to climb up my bed."

"Basic bitch!"

"That's my call." I smiled seductively by flicking my hair back and walking away from Marcus. I smiled with satisfaction because it made him upset. He thought that by insulting me I would give up and become weak. Nah! You don't know what I've been through until I finally meet Andrew. So, I'm not gonna give up just because of that insult, Marcus.

I was standing on the last step. I stopped stepping. My eyes were focused on just one point ahead. If Marcus is a seductive devil then Andrew is the angel of allurement.

Andrew was standing slightly down and combing his hair to the side. His body was wrapped in a white coat fitting the body. The hottest kid widower I've ever seen. Although the age is old enough but the charm and allure is still very high. Evelyn even says that Andrew is getting hotter all the time. She is charming. The man always takes care of his body and food. That's why he's so healthy and youthful. A lot of women want my position right now.

Andrew turned and smiled at me. God, not only his son but the father also made my heart beat fast. I could not breathe properly if the two of them were in front of me with their charming smiles. And luckily that couldn't have happened, because Marcus hated my presence.

"You ready?" Andrew walked up to me. His eyes are watching me closely. Then he looked at my face for a long time until he finally let out a long sigh. My forehead shrinks.

Wh why? Is there something wrong with my appearance? Why is Andrew breathing so hard? Are my clothes too open?

"Is something wrong?" I can't hold back all my thoughts.

"You should always be by my side at the party." There was a threat in his sentence. And Andrew's eyes made it clear he didn't take my rebuttal. But I need a reason.

"Why?"

"With your beautiful and sexy appearance, all the men must be looking at you. They must be racing to get close to you. So, don't stay away from me, all right?" Instantly my laughter broke. Jeez, I thought why, it turns out— hahaha.

"Overprotective, eoh?" My god.

"Of course, I should. Otherwise, they'll take you and I don't want you to be hurt by anyone else. I promised I'd protect and take care of you." Andrew's shady look and the swipe of his hand on my face triggered the urge to hug him right now. I hesitantly approached her and hugged Andrew's body tightly, which the man immediately responded just as tightly. Dear God, thank you for sending this angel into my dark life.

The sound of broken glass shrill in silence. I immediately took off our embrace and turned to the origin of the voice. Glass vases and flowers are no longer shaped on the floor with stagnant water, as well as broken glass everywhere. Not far from there Marcus stood with his flat face. I can't read his face right now. Did he drop that vase?

A few seconds had passed but Marcus did not say a word, his eyes were just staring at us. What is he thinking right now? If I could read other people's minds, then I wouldn't have trouble knowing Marcus's thoughts right now.

"Mbok, get this done. Don't let any broken glass be left behind." Andrew shouted loudly enough to call Mbok Sari, the housekeeper in this mansion.

The old woman moved quickly carrying a broom and a rasp. Marcus was still there. Not intending to leave.

"You also came to the Smith Company party. What if we go together?" Andrew's question caught Marcus's attention. The man started walking towards us. He stopped when the distance between us was close enough.

"I don't want a car with a bitch." Marcus' tone of voice was full of dislike, anger and hatred. His eyes were so sharp that I shuddered in fear. After that he just left. This time Andrew didn't say anything, usually the guy would protest if Marcus insulted me. Does he feel the same way as me? Hate and anger are very much owned by Marcus. He must have been surprised, just like me. I glanced at him briefly. It's just my feeling or the corner of Andrew's lips twitching. He looked up and smiled broadly at me.

"Let's go."  Andrew grabbed me by the shoulder and rolled me away.