Nothing Above You

Thirty two

Mateo Delacruz

It's been two days since I last saw Enzo. I have no idea if he has talked to Leo or not. Or if he has, how did it go.

My mind was occupied with the possibilities of Enzo killing Leo. There was a big chance that he would kill Leo. To be honest, I had very little hope that he would forgive him.

"You're not eating?" My mom's voice brings my attention back to the dining table. We are having dinner as we sit at the table. "I'm not so hungry." I look down at my food and then at my mom. I really have no appetite at all. I was sick to my stomach by thinking that it would be any moment I get the news of Enzo killing Leo and I was not ready for it.

"I think I'll skip." I say softly but before I can get up to leave, my dad speaks.

"You are good friends with Mr. Marcelo, right?" He asks taking a bite of his food. His sudden question takes me off guard. I take a small bite of my food and look at his direction. "Kind of?" I tilt my head slightly and furrow my eyebrows.

"Why?" Many negative thoughts come to my mind as I wait for my father's answer. Did Enzo do something? Did he tell dad about the trip or what happened at the club? Or did he do something bad regarding the deal?
I had no idea what was this about.

"Nothing. I was just wondering why haven't I seen him around here. He used to come to the house right?" My dad inquires me if I have done something to upset Enzo.

"As you said dad, he's a busy man. He doesn't have much time to pay visits to his friends." I utter, playing with the fork in my hand and keeping my eyes low on the food.

"Plus, I'm 12 years younger than him. We are not close friends. What could possibly be exciting to be a friend with a kid like me." I speak my mind, exaggerating our age gap. I don't know why I was so pressed about the age gap.

Maybe I was getting insecure. I know Enzo is a busy man but I didn't see him for two day after spending time at his house. Neither did I got any contact with him. It was making me insecure. Maybe he just got carried away with the moment and end up being kind to me? There was a possibility.

"Mr. Marcelo is here." Mary notifies us, walking to the table with her hand in front of her in a polite manner. I look at her with big, wide eyes, shock being visible on my face.

"He is?" My dad questions, wiping his mouth with a napkin and gesturing her to bring him in.

My eyes don't leave the entrance of the dining room, my eyes glued to it, waiting for his arrival in anticipation.

I was dying to see him, to have a glance of him.

His shoes make noise as he takes confident steps towards us. An alluring smile glued to his face.

Enzo Marcelo; the most handsome man ever.

He walks in proudly. His black hair sexily slicked back, not a single strand falling out of the place. The beige suit, the one that had such an impact on me from the first meeting having the same impact on me right now. As always, he has his first two buttons open. He loves to show off his amazing body and I almost find myself staring at his collarbone.
Am I being too obvious that I'm practically devouring him at this point.

His eyes fall on me, lingering on me for a moment, studying me before he looks away. Just in that moment, I feel my heart jump out of my throat. I could hear my heart pumping in my mouth.

"Delacruz family." He happily calls out. "I hope I'm not disturbing you." He smiles at my dad who gets up from his chair to greet him. My eyes never leave Enzo, following and hearing every single word coming out of his mouth. I was obsessing over him and I didn't mind it at all.