Juliana's pov
As I sit beside Marcus on our way to his place, I can't help but realize how luxurious the neighborhood is. I feel my jaw drop when the gate opens and I see the beauty in front of me. The house is huge. I feel like I have stepped into a fairy tale. I don't know what I expected. I mean the man is a millionaire so of course, he lives in the mansion.
"This place is gorgeous," I say as he opens the car door for me.
"Thank you baby doll, I am glad you like it." He leads me towards the front door greeting the workers on the way.
"Good afternoon Mr. Mwale, Maam." A short chubby woman who looks to be in her forties greets us with a bright welcoming smile on her face once we enter the house.
"Afternoon Beth, how are you?" Marcus greets back.
"I am okay sir, how are you?"
"I am good, thank you. This is Juliana, she is the person I said I was bringing. Have you prepared lunch yet? We are just going to take a bath and will be back in a few minutes."
"Yes, lunch is almost ready. I am so glad to meet you, Miss. Juliana. Now, if you excuse me, I am going to check on the food." Beth says going to what I presume to be the kitchen.
"She seems like a wonderful woman," I say.
"Yes, she is. She has been working for me for ten years now and she is an amazing cook. You will fail to stop eating when you taste her food. Anyway, let's go upstairs and take that shower."
I follow him as he leads the way, admiring my surroundings. The interior designs are on point, I am sure Marcus spent millions on just the design. The house looks warm and welcoming. Most of the houses of bachelors are not well maintained. But not this one, there is a huge painting just at the top of the stairs. I am not good at interpreting paintings but I can tell it has something to do with heartbreak. It's a painting of a woman whose heart has been pierced by two arrows but she is holding the third arrow in her hand preventing it from reaching her heart.
"I bought it in Livingstone at one of the auctions, it's a painting by Alick. He is one of the best artists in Zambia." Marcus says standing beside me.
"Do you know what it means?" I ask him.
"Yes, the arrows that have pierced her heart mean that she has been betrayed, and heartbroken so many times. And the arrow in her hand means that she has managed to overcome all the betrayals and heartbreaks and that she will not let them reach her heart again." Marcus explains while looking at the painting with admiration.
"She must be one strong woman," I mutter.
"Yeah, most of Alick's paintings are about love, betrayal, and heartbreaks," Marcus says, still looking at the painting.
"Do you have any more paintings that have been done by him?" I have always been interested in painting even though I don't know what they mean, most of the time I just stare at them and admire the artwork.
"No, this is the only painting of his I have in my possession. But I have other paintings of various artists." He says lifting my chin to connect his lips to mine.
I welcome his lips with pleasure. I can not get enough of his lips. They are the softest lips I have ever kissed, not that I have tasted many. He presses me against the wall and continues kissing me with so much passion. I kiss him back with the same passion. My moans are welcomed with grunts of his own. This feels amazing; it's a feeling that is not of this world.
"I think we should take this to my room before one of my staff finds us making out," Marcus says as he connects our foreheads. The look I see in his eyes when I look into them makes my knees weak. I don't think I would be still standing right now if Marcus was not holding me. No one has ever made me feel like this before. I want to stay in this moment forever just him and me.
"Yes, I think we should do that before someone finds us in this position." I finally say.
Marcus takes my hand and continues walking to the right, we walk for a bit and then turn left. We pass different rooms until we reach the room at the far end. He opens the door and lets me in. I am welcomed by the familiar scent of his perfume the moment I enter the room.
There is a sitting area with two gray couches facing each other and a glass table between them. There is a TV mounted just a few meters from where the couches are. A bar to the left with different kinds of alcoholic drinks. And then there is a stand with glasses, next to a mini fridge. There are doors one to the left and another to the right and then in the middle, there are double doors.
Standing here right now makes me think about something I have been avoiding since the moment I entered this house. Marcus and I are from two different worlds and I am not sure if I can fit into his world. This room screams money. I am sure even the rugs I am standing on cost more than I make in a month. Growing up i lived a very comfortable life but not this much comfortable.
"The door to the left is the toilet, the one to the right is my office and the middle is the bedroom," Marcus explains, snapping me out of my head.
"Okay," is the only thing I manage to say.
"Can I offer you anything?" He asks.
"No, I am good, but you can show me where the bathroom is if you don't mind."
"Yes, sure, right this way." He says opening the middle doors. His bedroom is just as beautiful as the rest of his house that I have seen so far. His bed is a king-size bed with blue bedding. There is a photo of him and an older man who I think is his father on his bedside table. The room smells like him. The floor of his bedroom is covered with white and gray rugs. Everything looks perfect and well organized.
"The bathroom is right through that door. Let me just find something for you to wear before your clothes dry." Marcus says, opening the door to his walk-in closet. He looks through his staff until he finds something he is looking for. He comes out with a blue T-shirt and puts it on the bed.
"Here, I hope the shirt fits. You can wear it when you are done bathing. I will be in my office. You will find me there when you are done." He kisses my forehead and then leaves the room, closing the door behind him. I don't waste time when he leaves the room I go to where he said the bathroom was.
My jaw drops the moment I enter. For a few moments, I just stand and admire the room. There are two large mirrors one from each side. The bathroom is beautiful with white tiles and there is a huge bathtub on one side and a shower on the other side. It takes me a while to decide which one I want to use, but I finally decide on using the shower. The shower has seven showerheads. It takes a lot of time for me to figure out how the shower works. And when I do I take my time bathing. The body wash smells like him and I find myself getting lost in it.
I finish my shower and wear the T-shirt he left on the bed for me. The shirt only reaches above the knee. To be honest I thought it was going to be even shorter but I guess luck is on my side today considering I am not wearing any panties right now. I make sure to double-check myself before leaving the room.
The living area is empty so I knock on the door of his home office. I hear him telling me to go in. He looks me up and down without saying a word, making me nervous. To avoid his eyes I distract myself by checking his office out. It is also well-organized and fancy.
"Wow, you look amazing in my shirt baby girl. My imagination did you no justice." He says breaking the silence.
"Thanks, but I will feel even more comfortable when my panties dry," I say before I can stop myself. I sometimes say things before I think them through like right now.
"Don't worry, I won't peep if you don't let me," Marcus teases me. I try to come up with something to say but his statement has left my mouth dry without words. I don't know why I sometimes put myself in situations like this with this sexy man.
"Are you not going to sit down?" He asks with a mischievous grin on his face.
"I will," His eyes follow my every move until I pull a chair opposite him and sit down.
"I just need to send the document I am working on and have a shower, then I am all yours." The way he is saying it makes my knees weak. It's a good thing I am sitting or else I would have fallen on my face.
"Okay, all done here, I just have to shower. But before I do that, come here." He grabs me before I can reach where he is sitting and connects our mouths making me moan in pleasure.