Earth Mars Love (The Marsikons)

Chapter 9

When Marcus opened his eyes, all he heard was silence. It would be nice if it weren't too quiet. Something was wrong.

He jumped out of bed and all but ran in the connecting room, only to stop dead in his tracks.

While Regina was sleeping in the car, they stayed on safe topics, being aware, that she may be pretending to be asleep. They also didn't need to choose what to say, because they didn't have any hidden agenda. Yes, they had secret information about supplies for fuel, but this was it. Ah, and that Marcus was a future King. But that was it!

How did Regina conclude that they wanted to kill her father and the President was beyond him. They were considerate and sincere to her. They weren't threatening her. Maybe because of all of the above they looked more suspicious? Somehow, he needed to reassure her, that they came here with peace. Assuming they could convince her to sit still long enough to hear their full story.

While they were going through the desert, it reminded him of Mars. He enjoyed the vast sandy landscapes with occasional slopes and valleys until they entered a city called Las Vegas. They passed it quickly, but it left a bitter aftertaste, after seeing a lot of hotels with casinos. Frustration from knowing how much money and time gamblers spent there didn't leave him well after they exited the city. Money and time what people could spend or donate to save their planet and humanity.

He wasn't a gambler, and on Mars, there weren't casinos. But occasionally they put bets on something just for fun, without any material price to pay.

Another room was washed in soft rays of setting sun, and he could clearly see what was in front of him.

On one bed Kosmas was lying on his back, snoring slightly. Sleeping.

On the second bed, Darius was lying on his stomach with his arm under his head instead of a pillow. Also sleeping.

And on the sofa was Regina. She was on her stomach, feet dangling in the air and her head raised to look at him. Her phone was in her hands.

She was ogling him, and he realized, that he was only in his boxers. She stared at his legs, and her gaze traveled higher and higher, stopping for a second too long at his crotch. He fought the urge to put his hands in front of him and just stood there letting her gaze wander.

She'd removed those horrible jeans, revealing her toned legs. She wore a dark red T-shirt, which showed one bare shoulder.

Two could play that game, so he stood there and ogled her in return. She was a beautiful woman, and her gaze did funny things to him. He felt himself stiffen in his boxers and his face heated.

"I see you didn't use an opportunity to run away from the sloppy guards," Marcus said hoping she would look at his face instead.

"I took pity on them, thinking that you'll eat their heads otherwise," she smiled a cocky smile.

Ignoring her smile, he asked nodding at her phone, "What are you doing?"

"Playing games while waiting when your highness would be ready to face the day. Or better said night." She punched some buttons on a display and it turned back.

He flinched from how she'd called him. These two idiots wouldn't dare to tell her anything about his heritage, or he would really eat their heads off.

She got up from the sofa, and he saw that she was in denim shorts, also with tiny holes. What was wrong with her and ripped clothes. Didn't she have money to buy new ones? Maybe after she lost her job her father wasn't helping her after he sent her away? He needed to find it out. What if they weren't talking and she wouldn't be able to help them, what would he do then?