"I don't want. I want to. I don't want to. I want to" Theressa's mind were hitting at those three words. She wondered why Marcelo wasn't making any move. He's a mafia, he could get what he wanted and Theressa was ready to give him what he wanted. "Besides that's the main reason you brought me here" Theressa muttered.
Theressa's lower lip instinctively went in between her teeth as she watched him pull his shirt out taking steady steps to Theressa.
"We have a big day tomorrow. Go to sleep" Marcelo stated, hanging his white button over her shoulders.
Theressa was in disbelief. Marcelo was going to bed without touching her, he didn't even try to tease her like the time at his office. Then why was she brought here? Softly she buttoned the shirt Marcelo gave to her. It was filled with his scent. Lavender.
Everything scented like him, the soft mattress she laid on, the whole room was filled with his scent and despite all she has been through these past few days thanks to Marcelo, her brain had processed his scent and had scent a signal to her heart causing to beat rapidly.
Marcelo was laying next to her. This wasn't the first time Marcelo had Theressa over at his house and they still haven't had sex. To Theressa, it felt like Marcelo was waiting for her to be ready. And she couldn't help but smile "Maybe he's not that much of a bad person after all"
Theressa almost slapped herself beacause of the thoughts that were beginning to linger on her mind. A bad person will forever be that way, there's no other way to paint it. He may just be waiting for the perfect time to fuck Theressa up.
Groans had caused Theressa to awaken. The room was dark, seems like Marcelo had turned the lights off as she went to bed. However with the dim light from the bed lamp, she was able to make out the person laying beside her.
Marcelo's eyes were shut, tightly shut as his brows knitted together, little groans escaping his lips. He was clearly having a nightmare and Theressa didn't know what to do. She couldn't just wake him up , that may give him a shock. So she did what she knew best. Her mother's tactics of calming her down whenever she had a nightmare.
She drew herself closer to Marcelo, her arms pulling Marcelo to her chest as she left soft pats on his muscular arm.
"I'm here. I'm with you" She's whispered. They say the voice of someone they care about could brings a person back to life, and even though it was just a nightmare and care was not certain in this case she still tried whispering comforting words to Marcelo hoping to draw him out of his nightmare.
It took sometime, but his tensed muscles soon began to ease. She didn't stop, neither did she expect sleep to sweep her away so quick, that she forgot she was cuddling with her boss.
"Get dressed" A cold voice woke her, her eyes spliting open as her vision was blury trying to make out who was standing before her.
It was the elderly lady from that day. Theressa couldn't help but wonder what Marcelo's problem was with such a sweet looking woman.
Theressa quickly took a shower before dressing and heading to meet Marcelo. They both had breakfast, the two seated far apart from each other. It was silent all through, Marcelo didn't even lift his head to acknowledge her presence when she walked in.
Theressa cleared her throat.
"Thank you" It was the right thing to say after allowing her to crash here.
"Kayden will drop you off. Reschedule my meetings and clear the day off" Marcelo stated as he stood to walk away.
"Do you want to talk about it?… I mean the nightmare" Theressa questioned. She had been curious. What could frighten a mafia lord like Marcelo, she just couldn't wrap her head around it.
Marcelo's jaw tightened, his eyes starring daggers at her before he walked passed her. Theressa couldn't let it go, she thought maybe, just maybe she could be of help and so she got up from the dining chair, her arms reaching out to Marcelo. However, Marcelo had abruptly pulled to the wall, his hads pressing her shoulders to the wall. Theressa's back had hit the wall causing her to let out an inaudible grunt as the pain was sharp and unexpected.
"Don't ever bring up what happened last night or else I will seal your mouth and make your hands useless" Marcelo threatened. Both of them were breathing hard as their gaze remained on each other. Even with the threats Theressa still wanted to know. Marcelo was hurt, she could tell, he was hurt to the point his nights were hunted by it and she just wanted to help. As Marcelo walked away, she couldn't help but feel sorry for him. He was all alone in this mansion, despite his wealth, he was still unhappy. Theressa could tell.
Theressa had left with Kayden in no time. Being in the company without Marcelo's presence felt all new to her. She missed him. Her eyes widened in realisation "I miss him?... how can I miss an offender to the law. Just because he looks like a man carved from the heavens and had a nightmare doesn't make him less of a bad person" His chiseled jawline with piercing siren eyes that captivate like ocean at sunrise. Don't get started with his body, his height, his fitness.
Theressa was enchanted, she has been charmed by a Mafia lord. "No it can't be" She jerked from her chair as she headed to the restroom, she needed to wash the thoughts away. Thankfully she wasn't on makeup. However, she halted, hearig some voices from the closed door.
"I can't believe the boss won't let us have a taste of her" A male voice whispered.
"She's supposed to be in the sales unit, with us But he just never let us have our way" The unknown man continued.
"Atleast we will have our payback, get the new design leaked and get our share. Loss for the company and gain for us" Another man stated as they both chuckled.
Theressa's eyes widened, she has scheduled the meeting with the shareholders and they were certainly just about to start the production. But these men seemed to have other plans, plans against the company.
She needs to tell her boss. Marcelo has to know about this and so she trashed her plans on going to the restroom as she proceeded to return to the office.
"Miss Taylor?" A man called out from behind.
"What are you doing in this hallway?"
Her heart skipped a beat, these people cannot know about her eaves dropping. She needed an excuse.
But before she could say a word, she was slammed to the wall.
"Finally seeing you this close, Boss never let us near you. I know why now" The head of sales unit muttered, a smirk on his face as he held Theressa to the wall while she tried struggling from the old man's hold.
"Let me go" She said between gritted teeth.
"What's going on here?"
Marcelo. Marcelo is here.