His Love, My Home. [COMPLETED]

One-Sided Confession

"What!" he was baffled.

"I was—I was working here—late at night—I had to submit my files to our previous boss. It was the first month for me in this company, and I really needed the job. I was engaged at that time, and my whole life was wonderful bu—t—this did not go on. He passed by the office, there was no one, and no security, while he started messing around. I tried calling the cops and threatening him, but he did not move, claiming that I will get fired and make a terrible reputation for myself if I do so. And here it went by. It was no love, just pain and suffer, it was me watching my soul running away of its flesh. My relationship collapsed, and so did my mother when she knew about it. My father does not live here, they say he was a – murderer, and that he is being chased by the Interpol. After she passed away, I moved to a small apartment that I share with some old man. I clean the house for him and sometimes cook in order to live there without paying the bill. Here I am, I can't really save money—as I visit my psychologist nearly 4 times a week, and I have to buy the medicine for the man I live with, he is a friendly man, yet—tough sometimes. He is sick and tries his best to hold onto someone in this world. I am glad that this someone is me. Even though he is sometimes mean, I have been living with that man nearly for 3 years, right after the accident and mom's death. He calls me daughter and tries his best to protect me from everyone and everything. Both of us remind each other of taking our medicines.---This is why I hate Sam so much Mr. Marl. He—stole me from myself," I fell to the ground while he wrapped his arms around me to pull me up. "I am really tired and I am really sorry- I suffer from a lot of mental instability and I neglect all of that by being a workaholic person." I cried while trying to stand up.

I saw his eyes full of surprise merged with tears. He was crying. I couldn't believe it but yes, he was crying. I bet he wanted to argue with me, as usual, but this time, I broke it all with just being honest about myself. I felt dizzy, exhausted......

Marcello

...heartbreaking. I couldn't believe that she faced all of this, and where, in my company! How dare did he do that? She is so kind to be in this cruel world. But what if I am cruel too? I left her for 3 months, without even asking about what she was facing. Maybe this is how life works. Tricks! It is full of pathetic tricks! God save me from this.

I bent on my knees kissing hers "Please don't cry I beg you," I whispered.

"You don't have to. I am sorry for ruining your office hours," she giggled while rubbing off her tears.

"Tomato head please don't argue for once in your life," I placed my hand on her chin. "You'll move in with me," I smiled.

"No Mr. Marl. Please don't do that I am fine,"

"You might be but I am not,"

"Yes, you are,"

"No, you are not,"

"Why do you have to argue?"

"Why do you have to argue?"

"Are you repeating after me Mr. Marl?"

"I am not Ms. Williams,"

"Yes, you are,"

"No, I am not,"

"You just stopped,"

"I never started to stop,"

"Yes, you-" the door started knocking.

I bent on her thighs. "Please tell me the door is not knocking," I moaned.

"I think it is, Mr. Marl," she giggled.

"Didn't I tell you to tell me that it isn't?" I looked at her, making sure that she is turning into a potato head instead of a tomato one.

"I can't lie to you," she whispered in my ears. The most wonderful potato I have ever heard talking, until she continued, "But you do Mr. Marl."

Why does she have to ruin one good moment? It was just for a second I thought that she wouldn't argue.

"When di-" she broke through. "Natasha. What about Natasha?" The door started knocking even more.

I stood up immediately and ran back to my desk. "Smile, you have a cheerful one that will let me stand the stupidity of this company. Come In!" I winked at her.

Ivana

His wink was amazing until the door opened. I did not know who it was that he saw, but if it was for me to describe, then it is a devil. As I turned back slowly, I noticed that it was not his own devil, it was mine; Mr. Sam.