MARINA
"The fuck Mari, you didn't even tell me all these while, a fucking billionaire, how did you meet him, oh I remember the kids but he is a billionaire Mari, he is ultra rich, he literally swims in money, are you going to marry him-"
"I am not marrying him, Katie." I cut her off as she said that.
Katie has been ranting for about five minutes and kept on screaming how hot and rich Mr Torricelli is. I guess he is hot, but marrying him is way out of the box. Firstly, I am not someone in his league.
As cliché as this sounds, I am not that pretty for me to like him it's just weird. Probably, he is just managing me because the kids like me, I'm a black, I don't think he is a racist but people around here tend to behave like one.
"Trust me, darling, you are," I hear Katie say, breaking me out of my thoughts like she knows just what I was thinking about.
"Can you just let me bake my cookies and cupcakes in piece?"
Katie called while I was turning the batter and making the dough for the cookies and cupcakes. She knows how to call at the wrong time.
"I see, you are making them for your soon to be kids." I can already see her wiggling her eyebrows as she said that.
"They are not my kids to be. They are just kids that I adore and like to spend tome with." I defended myself, Katie is just gonna end up saying shit now.
"Of course they are not your kids, but they already call you mom," she teased again.
Can someone tell me why this girl is my best friend, cause I really don't know why.
"Just zip it Katie, how's muffin? I really miss her," I said, trying to avert the topic.
"I know you asked just to change the topic but I will let you do it anyways, muffin is fine, she is taking a nap right now, all she does is eat and sleep" Katie sighed dramatically.
"I know she learnt from her mother,"
"Don't say that, bye Mari I have to go now duty calls"
"Bye Katie, love you,"
"Love you more, darling," and the call ended.
Today is Saturday, I am visiting Vincent and Xavier, I don't know why but I feel so anxious, I really miss them I haven't seen them for quite sometime, I find my self thinking of them and also their father.
I wouldn't lie, Mr. Torricelli is what we'll say drop dead gorgeous, a Greek God, whatever those romance novels call it. He is so hot, when I remember his deep voice, I don't know how I feel, but it makes me clutch my legs together.
The thought of seeing him today me anxious, I'm very sure I'm blushing right now but who can see it, no one, I'm dark skinned it can't be noticeable.
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"Ma'am, I am the one driving you to Mr Torricelli," someone who I guess is Mr Torricelli's driver said standing by a black SUV right in front of my complex.
"Thank you," I said as I got into the back seat that he was already holding the door for me.
The drive to the house was not long let's just say for about 30minutes from my apartment, we stopped at a gate, there were about 4 men stationed at the gate, they were holding guns. The looked buff and scary. One of them bent to see the driver, and then he looked at me making me look away uncomfortably. He stood up and then the gates opened.
We drove through the gates, and kept on driving for about 5 minutes till we reached another gate, there was no one at the gate but the gate had something like a keypad to type in a pin. The driver stretched typed in a pin.
The gates opened, and the driver drove in. Then a magnificent building came into my view. It looked so beautiful, I wondered what the interior looked like.
"Ma'am, we are here," the driver said, breaking me out of my reverie.
"Thank you once again," I said as I alighted the car. With careful steps, I walked to the front door, I raised my hands to knock, but the door opened, revealing a woman in her forties, I guess.
"You must be the mom. The kids couldn't stop ranting about you coming here. They are waiting," she said, offering me a warm smile, a motherly side, which made me remember my mom.
My mom, shit, fudge, I forgot to call her.
"Thank you, ma, I'm Marina," introduced myself, returning the smile.
"Call me Kayla, darling," she said as she led me in.
The interior did a perfect justice to the exterior. The house looked so beautiful.
"Sir, she is here, I will go get the kids," Kayla said as we entered what I guess was the living room.
I turned to see who she was talking to. She was actually talking to none other than Mr Torricelli. He looked hot as he was dressed in casual home clothing's. Also beside him was another hot person who looked handsome with his dark hair.
Both of them just stared at me, but the person with Mr Torricelli wasn't actually staring he was actually scanning me from head to toe, which made me clutch into the bag I was holding tight.
I am someone that is very insecure about my body shape and how I look, I'm not fat but I'm thick very thick, I always feel conscious of myself whenever I see someone that is slim and set. Katie has told me a lot of times that me being thick is what fits me, that if I was slim I would have been ugly, she says my thickness gave me wide hips I should put to use well, that I should be proud of my body shape. I was dressed in a blue boot cut, Jean, and a matching blue tank top with a white jacket over it, making me look casual.
Clearing my throat to break the silence. "Good morning, Mr Torricelli," I said, holding my bag tight.
Mr Torricelli hummed before replying, "Good morning, Marina."
"And good morning to you to Marina," the person beside Mr Torricelli talked with a wide grin on his face. "I have always wanted to meet the woman that has stolen my nephew's hearts, but I must say you look beautiful" this is when I love the fact that I'm dark skinned that it wouldn't show if I was blushing.
"T..Thank you sir," I managed to stutter out. "No need to call me sir, you can call me Marcel, I'm Marcel Riccardo," he said with the same grin on his face.
"Mommy," I heard a loud squeal behind me, I see Mr Torricelli slightly wince at the sound, I think it's Xavier calling me mommy, I turned to see Xavier sprinting towards me, and I quickly squatted as he ran into my hands immediately.
"Hey mom," I hear Vincent say as he joins the hug, "hey baby," I said as I ruffled his hair, which brought a wide smile on his face.
"I never knew this was how close you were talking about," I hear Marcel say, I guess he was talking to Mr Torricelli.
"Mommy, I missed you," Xavier said as he kept on hugging me tight.
"I missed you more, baby. I made cookies and cupcakes for you and Vincent." Immediately, he looked up at me, with his eyes twinkling.
"Really?"
"Yes, they are right here," I say as I brought the bag I was carrying to their view.
"Let's go to the kitchen, mom," Vincent said, and both of them began pulling me with them to the kitchen.
The kitchen was as expected big and well equipped. It was nice, so pretty, baking in her will be so fun.
Vincent began walking to the other side of the kitchen, he opened a drawer bring plates out of them, he placed the plates on the kitchen counter then faced me "Mom, you can dish the cookies and cupcakes on the plates" he said smiling.
I walked to him with Xavier walking with me, I then placed Xavier on one of the barstools and then began placing the bag on the counter before carefully bringing out what was inside.
"Woow," Xavier said as he saw the well decorated and garnished cupcake.
"Mommy, I want cupcake," Xavier said, begging with his eyes.
"They are yours, baby," I said as I pecked his forehead, earning a giggle from him. I opened the transparent cupcake box before placing a cupcake on a plate and then handed it over to Xavier as I did the same for Vincent.
I happily sat on one of the barstool by the counter as I watched them enjoy the cupcake. I feel so happy because I had taken my time to make it, I woke up so early to make it, and I wanted to do something for them.
While looking at them, I looked up to see Mr Torricelli staring at us with a slightly amused expression on his blank face.
He then shifted his main attention on me, which made my breath hitch as I stared at him.
You are so screwed Marina.