I'm so so sorry for the late uploads :( kind of having a hard time sorting the story line in my head and lost of school works.. but still I'm very thankful for those who continue to read this fan fictions :)) your every reviews and views really mean a lot to me :D anyway i'll stop babbling and give you chapter 10 :D enjoy reading~
Chapter 10
You are now Marco Torres
You stand in the living room, staring at the beautiful lady resting at your wall. She looks into your eyes like she can see your whole being, consuming you in every second. Her chocolate brown eyes looks sweeter than those you have actually tasted. Her olive skin glows under the suns radiance, raising the portrait above the others that are hanged with it.
Marco: Who's the girl?
Voice: She is someone special.
You look at him, confused.
Someone special…
You blink, returning back to reality as the other business men look at you expectantly.
Marco: Go on.
They resume discussing about profits and losses for the year, for the past year and so on. Some even blabber about reducing employees and outsource to save cost, some say to focus on the core of the business than trying to diverse. You listen absent-mindedly while they debate on the things you've already heard in the past ten years of handling the business. As the presenter finishes, you dismiss the board and as if on cue, your phone vibrates.
Marco: Marco.
Voice: How's the plan?
Marco: Looks like she's really attached to her husband.
There's a brief silence
Voice: Is that so? Are you going to just give up?
Marco: No. Not a chance.
Voice: That's the spirit.
You continue the discussion as the voice asks you about your day. When the line finally goes dead, you lean on your back rest and take a nap.
It's the first day of high school; you get down the car driven by your father, since your mother's too busy with the company. You hop off, just like any other teen, excited for the first day of the classes as he screams.
Voice: Be careful! And good luck!
You flash an arrogant grin and wave good bye. As you search for your room, you bump into a girl, who looks like the same age and she's going to be late for something.
Girl: Oh no, my books.
She picks them up in a hurry that you feel a pang of guilt and bow down to help.
Marco: I'm so sorry.
As you pick the last book, her hand finds it at the same time as yours and for the first time look into her eyes. You are stunned when that familiar sweet feeling washes all over and hold you hostage, unable to move.
Girl: Uhm…
You blink and are drawn back to reality as you feel her tryin to pull her book.
Marco: Sorry.
Handing the book to her, you apologize once again before she turns to her heels. The bell rings and the busy hallway turns into an isolated boulevard as they all head to their respective classrooms.
Marco: Damn! I still don't know what room I'm in!
The day goes by like a jet plane when the bell rings for the last time. Picking up your things, you go through all the subjects and make a mental list of the teachers do's and don'ts. As you wait just outside the school for your father's sedan, your eyes fall upon a limousine parking just across the street.
Marco: Sweet ride.
You admire the long elegant vehicle when a woman comes down. She wears a corporate attire and looks like she's looking for something. She looks at your direction and waves, you have that urge to raise your hand and wave back but you stop yourself, knowing that it's not you whom she's calling.
Woman: Natara!
She screams a unique name, some name that not common in this part of the state, out of curiosity, you turn your head in the way of her stare and find the girl you bumped into earlier.
Natara: Mom!
She waves back, looks from left to right before jogging her way to the car. As much as you want to divert your attention, your eyes deceive you as they remain at the scene until they get in the car. The limo drives away and as if on cue, your father taps your shoulder.
Voice: Looks like I don't need to tell you who you should go for.
His voice startles you making you jump a little.
Marco: Uhmm… Hey.
Voice: Ready to go?
Marco: Yeah, sure.
You get inside the black volvo and look at the window while that scene keeps replaying in your head.
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Since that first meeting, your dad kept talking about that girl. What's her name? Natara. About how you should try your best to win her heart,as much as how much you wanted to tell him otherwise, you decided to shut your mouth because you've never seen him so happy, so determined, never remembered his eyes sparkle like they are now whenever he mentions her name. So you listened to every word he said and didn't complain feeling like the need to return a favor since this is the only thing he asked after raising you. As days went by, his words slowly became reality, you never looked at anyone but Natara. Like a robot programmed to do nothing but what the controller tells you to. You started to court her, got to know her better and learned that she's not hard to love.
Natara: Marco!
Marco: Hey Nat!
You grin at her while she jogs over to you.
Natara: Any plans for college?
Getting and carrying her books you ask in confusion.
Marco: College? We're only on our second year of high school.
Natara: Well I thought that if you plan sooner, the more ready you'll be. I heard that college can be so tough.
With your free arm, you grab her waist and spin her so she's looking at you while she giggles.
Marco: Nothing's tough for you, if I didn't know you better, I'd think that you're a guy.
Natara: So what if I'm a guy? You wouldn't love me?
Marco: Definitely.
She frowns and you laugh, you tap her nose with you point finger.
Marco: I'd take you, whatever you are.
She slightly blushes and tip toes to touch her lips. As soon as the soft part collide, you close your eyes.
Ring...
Your eyes flutter open as the clock booms, alarming as it strikes six, signalling for the end of the day. You groggily rub your eyes and prepare your things to leave.
Marco: Ella!
Your secretary hurriedly comes to your office.
Ella: Yes sir?
Marco: Cancel all my meetings tomorrow, I need to do something.
You are now Special Agent Natara Williams Fallon
You lie on the bed with your head on Mal's chest and stare at the ceiling while listening to that heart beat you'll never get tired of.
Natara: I was worried…
The sweet music is interrupted by his deep voice.
Mal: About what?
Natara: About your reaction. Your eyes looked just like when I was still dating Oscar.
Silence looms, surrounding the room.
Mal: You know me that well.
You feel his chest rumble as he laughs softly before kissing your head. You look up, confused, and find his blue eyes lock on yours.
Mal: Like I said, you two looked like something, I tried to deny it but another part of me wanted to barge in and break his nose. But then I know you'll be hurt, past or not, he's still your friend.
Natara: He's a good man.
Mal: Yeah, I can see it. But there's something in the way he looked at you. It's as if he wants you back.
That last statement caught you off guard, and his words ring back.
I mean it Natara and I want you back. I'll take you back in whatever way I could.
Mal: Tell me.
Natara: What?
Mal: About him.
Natara: What?
You eye at him surprised and suspicious.
Mal: About what you had.
Natara: Why does it matter? It's in the past.
Mal: I have to know what I'm up against with. I don't want to engage a war unarmed.
He's being persuasive and demanding, so you sigh and sit up straight, he mimics you and settles down beside. You feel his gaze, but you can't bear to return it because of the guilt you'll feel if you see even a little sign of pain in them while you tell the long gone and forgotten story.
Natara: He was my first love. We met way back in high school. His father's a businessman.
You pause, waiting for him to say something, but he remains silent, focusing at you.
Natara: We were… in love. I could say madly in love as teenagers.
As soon as you say it, you flinch but Mal still listens intently.
Natara: So in college, we took the same course, business. But when we got to third year, he transferred because of football and I switched to criminal psychology. You know the rest of the story.
You feel yourself fidget, uncomfortable with this conversation. Back then you always prepared yourself on the possible things that's gonna happen. But this time you weren't prepared for this. Your past colliding with your present. As you feel his eyes let go, you peek and see him looking up. Lost in the silence and darkness of the might.
Natara: Mal…
He closes his eyes and laughs softly.
Mal: I didn't know how big I'm up against with.
Natara: You're up to no one. I love you. That will never change.
Mal: I love you too. But I'll take this challenge; he wants to take you back? Then he should get past me.
You look at him and see that he's serious about it.
Natara: Can't I have a say at this?
He chuckles one last time before cupping your face to his hands and forcing you to drown in those sincere deep blue eyes.
Mal: I've got to prove to anyone how much I love you. And that whatever they'll do, I won't let them take you away from me.
His lips finds yours and you feel electricity flow through your veins, making every part of you alive, shocking every cell alive. Your hands grip his tousled brown hair and a deep growl rises from his chest making you moan. His hands slide down your back, supporting you weight as he slowly lays you on the bed making him on top.
Mal: I love you so much Natara Mansignh Williams Fallon.
You smile at the way his last name suits your name.
Natara: And I love you so much Malachi Charles Fallon.
He chuckles at the sound of his whole name.
Mal: Normally, I should be frustrated because you called me by my whole name.
Natara: What's wrong with it? It suits you.
Your lips tug almost reaching your ears while he snorts.
Mal: No it doesn't.
Natara: Yes it does.
She argues and you know you're gonna be the first to give in so you silence her by locking your lips to her.
Natara: Hmmm
You were about to deepen it when she pulls back.
Natara: As much as I want to kiss you, we have a party to attend tomorrow, and I don't want some bags under my eyes.
Mal: Can't we skip the party?
He tries
Natara: No. It's my dad's party.
Mal: Pssshhh businessmen.
He slumps back to the bed, disappointed, but you see him smile in the dark.
Natara: Now now, behave Mister Fallon and Good night.
You peck his cheeks and he pouts his lips
Mal: Good night Mrs. Fallon.
He lifts your head, moving it on top of his chest, and his heart beat serves as a lullaby, making you feel calm and serene.
Hazel,
Thank you very much :D
Molly,
wow, thank you! :)) i wasn't expecting that, because again, i'm not confident with that chapter
Jade,
lol thank you! I was still hesitating to upload that chapter because there's something that I want to write, but I can't think of any words to start it.
bugreid,
aww don't cry lol I'll give you a hanky :)) of course I can't bear to see them fighting any longer XD