The billionaire's only desire-Chapter 87: hanging out with his best friend part two

"What are you doing here?" Marcello asked, surprised.

"uhhh..." Maya’s eyes were drawn to his muscular ripped torso, dripping with water. She quickly looked away, feeling uneasy. "Sorry, "

Marcello laughed. "It’s alright; I will quickly put on a shirt." He left.

As soon as his form vanished in the direction he came from, Maya felt at ease.

"Your boss is Marcello, Dalton’s friend." Maya dashed at Natalia when she saw her returning with two glasses of wine.

"Oh, you met him." Natalia gave Maya one of the glasses of wine.

"What a coincidence, thought it was two different Marcellos," Natalia exclaimed, and it came across as fake, giving Maya the impression Natalia knew they were the same person.

But Maya didn’t say anything, instead taking a sip of the wine. She grimaced. She dislikes the taste of the wine.

"A sip is enough," Maya said, returning the wine to Natalia.

"You can dump it into the kitchen sink by yourself. " Natalia spoke indifferently.

"Right, where is the kitchen?"

Natalia points, and Maya moves in the direction Natalia indicates.

Maya dumped the wine into the kitchen sink, washed the glass, and rummaged through the cabinets until she found the correct cabinet and returned the wine glass.

Maya could not help but scrutinize the kitchen. She stayed longer, admiring. She realized she was intruding and took a final look before walking away, returning to the living room.

Natalia was nowhere to be found; instead, Marcello was sitting on the couch.

"Where is Natalia?"

"She left. She had an emergency, " Marcello answered.

Maya grimaced inside. She detests Natalia for doing this. They came together; how could she run off without telling her, leaving her behind?

So, what was the point of Natalia visiting her boss’s house only to leave after a few minutes?

"Okay, I am also leaving." Maya headed for the door.

"I will escort you out." Marcello offered.

"Sure, thanks."

"I got you, Angelo. I’m heading out too."

They took the elevator downstairs. Marcello accompanied her to her truck.

"Let us hang out when you have some free time," Marcello said. "With Dalton, of course."

"That will be great. Say hello to Dalton when you see him." Maya felt an ache within. She misses him.

"Sure, Bella. Drive home safely."

Maya was about to enter her car, but Marcello tapped her shoulder, stopping her.

"You got a flat tire."

"Really," Maya looked at the tire,. It was indeed flattened.

"Oh my God, how did this happen?"

"The other tire is also flattened." Marcello quipped; he was on the opposite side of the truck inspecting the tire.

"Oh, no. What should I do?"

"I can take you home," Marcello offered.

"Thanks, but I prefer to take an Uber home." Maya declined.

"I doubt Dalton will forgive me if he finds out I allowed you to do that. "Let me be your chauffeur." Marcello persisted, persuasive. "Everyone knows you are Dalton’s girlfriend, including his enemies. "It is dangerous for you to take Uber rides."

Maya released a breath."Oh, okay. Thanks. "

"Where is your car?"

"Garage," Marcello pointed in one direction.

He entered the garage and drove out in a Ferrari.

The passenger door opened. "Hop in."

Maya slips in.

"Address?"

"Nat- " She can’t go to Natalia’s place. She is extremely upset with her. Haven lives with her aunt and Laura with her boyfriend. She has nowhere to go.

"Indecisive??" Marcello drew Maya from her thoughts.

"I am going to get pizza; do you want to tag along?"

Maya wanted to decline, but Marcello is Dalton’s friend, so she should be nice to him. "Okay, that will be my dinner."

Marcello grins "Cena perfetta."

Maya smiled slightly, growing fond of Marcello’s personality.

Marcello took her to an Italian restaurant downtown. The restaurant exudes a rustic elegance that she loves.

"Do you prefer we sit in the main dining or the patio?" Marcello asked.

"Patio." Maya quips. Eating on the patio will be a delightful experience.

They trotted to the patio garden at the far back of the restaurant, which was spacious, naturally lit, and enclosed.

Marcello pulled out a chair for Maya, and she sat down, her gaze wandering around. "This is stunning.

"I am glad you like it, Angelo," he winked, flirtatiously. "Pizza or Pasta?"

"Pizza, " It has been ages since she ate pizza.

A chef approached their table.

Marcello immediately stood up and hugged the chef. They began speaking Italian and laughing boisterously.

"Miss, you two make a lovely couple." The chef suddenly spoke in English.

Maya’s cheeks flushed.

Marcello laughed. "Do not get me in trouble; that is my best friend, girl."

The chef responded in Italian, looking at Maya oddly.

Marcello switched to Italian. "Gli sto rubando la ragazza."

Maya wished she could translate what Marcello had said. He spoke with a devious expression on his face.

The chef tapped Marcello’s back. "Good Luck."

"Have you ever wished to learn Italian?" Marcello asked as he returned to his seat.

Maya nods. "As a teenager, I was obsessed with being half Italian. But I learned how to cook the food rather than the language."

Marcello smacks his lips. "I can’t wait to taste your Chicken Scarpariello!"

Maya smiled widely. "You would love it." She confidently said:

A waiter brought their food, setting a plate of pasta in front of Marcello and a plate of Soppressata Pizza with Calabrian Chilis and Hot Honey in front of Maya.

Maya’s stomach growls. The pizza looks absolutely delicious. She immediately digs in

She looked up, only to find Marcello staring at her intently.

"I love your food enthusiasm."

Maya smiled shyly. "Food is everything, my life."

"Dalton said you are a sous chef, which is impressive given your age. "Where did you attend culinary school?"

Maya wiped the pizza crumbs from the corners of her lips before responding. "Paris."

"Did you explore other cities in Europe while studying there?"

Maya sadly shakes her head.

She desperately wanted to, but Fredrick Hathaway had men spying on her every move in Paris.

She was on her way to Milan for a vacation, when some strange men intercepted her, moved her away from public view, and pressed a phone to her ear. Fredrick Hathaway, on the other end of the line, threatened to end her life if she attempted to escape.

That’s when she realized her stepfather was spying on her, and her plan to flee to a remote country where he couldn’t find her came crashing down.

But she can’t tell Marcello all that. "I worked while studying in Paris. Didn’t have time to do some exploring. I had wish to visit Milan though. "

"Do not worry, Angelo. "I will take you to Milan soon," Marcello said.

Maya took a pause. Take me to Milan?

Maya wanted to believe he was joking, but his expression was serious.

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