My Psycho Boss. ( COMPLETED )☑️

CHAPTER FORTY- THREE: MY TONIC, MY POISON.

SUSAN'S POV.

I couldn't really sleep at all. I continued changing my position over and over again. I've counted sheeps, tried to read a boring but none of it seems to be working.

The house felt empty. Marcelo wasn't home. And normally I wouldn't care about that but for some time I don't feel normal anymore and Marcelo being the main cause of it all. Normally when Marcelo has an engagement he informs me, even if he uses only one word or just a sentence and gives as little information as possible about what he was up to. But this time he didn't say anything about being this late and I hated it.

Marcelo's one sentence information about what he was doing or where he was comforting. My brain wouldn't stop having bad thoughts.

What if his psycho granddad did something to him?

Did he kidnap him to force him to take over his dark empire?

Marcelo has other enemies, have they come for him.

I let out a frustrated scoff.

Who leaves for almost four days now and fails to contact?

Marcelo! That's who.

The man is the most frustrating being on the face of the planet.

How dare him make me so concerned about him?

I stood up from the bed before heading towards the kitchen. Maybe it is better to make a hot beverage while rewatching movies I had previously watched.
That'll do the trick to take my mind off a specific someone and fall asleep

Picking a really good movie was not a good idea. Turns out rewatching Nancy Drew series from the beginning was not really a good idea. Because few hours later I'm still here not done with season one and anticipating what would happen even if I already knew what was going to happen.

"You should be in bed." I almost jumped out of my skin at the sound of a strong voice that came out of nowhere.

Marcelo was standing in front of me in all his glory. His grey eyes were a little dull. Several tendrils of his hair fell against his forehead. His jacket was in his hands - more like clenched in his fist.
His black shirt was rolled to his elbows, displaying his well toned muscled arms. His other hand was buried in his pants Pocket.

I immediately turn off the TV and stood up.

"You finally decided to show up" I said in a cold voice.

He brows raised at my tone and attitude.

"Who goes away for four days without saying anything?" I said frustratedly.

"You were worried about me." He stated.

"W-what?" My eyes widen as I attempted to deny it but was stopped by the smug smirk on his face.

"You are unbelievable" I stated.

Something was wrong with him. Walking closer I could get a whiff of alcohol from him.
His he drunk?

I looked at his eyes. He was definitely drunk.
I walked to him taking his jacket from his hand and carefully placing it on the couch.

"You are drunk Marcelo." I pulled his arm and led him to the three sitter couch.

I walked into the kitchen to get him a glass of water.
Marcelo definitely wasn't a regular drunk.
A normal person would think he was sober. But Marcelo's action has a pattern. He was always in control of everything, even when drunk but somehow I've known him enough to know when he's drunk.

I came into the living room and handed him the glass of water. He looked up and me. I motioned to the glass again pushing it to him a little.

"Come on take it." I urged.