Taken By The Fall || Marco Reus

Kissing isn't Sereus

Chapter Seven:

She looked around the find Marco behind her. She breathed out a sigh of relief. "Why are you here?"

"I was looking for you, for what seems like years." Marco sighed. "Speaking of which, we should go now. It's already eleven PM, and we've got a pretty early day tomorrow." Marco said, leading her out of the balcony.

"Wait, it's already that late?" Sandra asked, confused at how fast time had gone by.

"Time flies fast while you're drinking, sweetie."

"Oh God, this is my job. I'm supposed to be the responsible one and you're supposed to be the drunk one; I can't believe I messed up the roles this simply!" Sandra yelled slurry and smacked her head with her hand.

Marco chuckled as he still led a very drunken Sandra out of the hall, as she tried to walk on her own but kept on tripping and slipping. "You know, I like you like this." Marco blurted out subconsciously, still smiling at Sandra's rare goofiness.

"What, drunk?"

"No. Carefree."

Sandra just shrugged. "I am carefree, it's just that now it's all just work, work, and work. I mean, so much shit goes on that sometimes I don't even know what's up and what's down, you know?"

It was a question, but Marco didn't answer, because Sandra had kept on going anyway. "Good things are supposed to happen to good people right? Well I worked my whole life trying to achieve that. I've checked all the criteria, I've met all expectations, and I even adopted my alcoholic best friend's son! But nothing good has come out of anything I've done." Sandra was rambling now, looking a lot sadder than she did before.

Marco couldn't do anything but to listen, that's all he was needed for.

"Sure, am I not grateful that I work as a manager for a top class football player and live in a luxurious home? Of course I am! I thank Dios every day for giving me the life I have, but do I want it? Ah, that's the real question." Sandra said, like she had just had an epiphany, her eyes widening and her hands rose up.

"Let me ask you something Marco, do you really think I wanted this job? No! I wanted to be a physicist. I wanted to study astrophysics and hadron colliders but what do I get? Squat." Her shoulders were slumped as they both waited in the elevator awkwardly, with Sandra humming absent-mindedly.

Once they had reached the suite, Marco placed her on the couch as she rambled on, now about physics. He excused himself to go to his room to change out of his uncomfortable suit. When he arrived back into the living room, Sandra wasn't there.

Instead, he worriedly found her in her room, now wearing a very skimpy piece of clothing; a silk red nightgown that revealed all her curves just in the right place. This made Marco's face look like a tomato.

"Marco baby!" Sandra exclaimed as she found him standing by the doorway of her room and ran into his arms like they hadn't seen each other in years.

"Did you really think I looked pretty tonight?" She asked softly, her gray eyes looking intently into Marco's green ones as her hands were still wrapped around his neck. Her breath smelt slightly of whiskey, but he didn't seem to mind.

Marco who felt her eyes piercing intently at him couldn't help but feel somewhat cornered but more in peace, knew that she wasn't the type of woman to drunkenly make a move on him, but more of a general question on what he thought.

So he gave her the truth.

"You were the most beautiful girl in the room tonight." Marco argued, his hands now wrapped around her waist naturally. "Hell, you're the most beautiful girl in most rooms-"