To fall in love with a drink 2

"Good morning" that felt weird coming from me. And that was the first thing I said to Marcelo this morning before we started breakfast. Since I got here I avoided instances that would make me talk to him but today was different.

He raised his brows looking at me like I've grown a dragon's head from my shoulders. We were eating and I reluctantly decided to make an eye contact and it seems he was watching me, trying to figure me out. Meeting his eyes I let out a small smile and for the first time I could tell the expression on his face... Surprise. I have decided to treat Marcelo King as a normal human being, not as a cruel psychopath but as a gentleman. I don't know how the hell are m supposed to love him but I can try.

My whole life I had thought when I start to love someone that person would be the center of my existence, if I love someone my body and soul would belong to him because a part of me craved true love. Now I'm here trying to love the man I hate.

After a few awkward moment of maintaining eye contact and keep a smile on my face , I decided to break the awkward silence.

"Uhh... So you are going to work today?" I was surprised by the question I asked. Well simply because it is a very stupid question. Where was he going to go before.

He also looked surprised, but I had a feeling it wasn't because of my stupid question but the fact that I asked him a question.

Since I once worked for him, I have an idea of what goes on in there.

"I assume the Yin Shanghai project is over?" I asked.

He continued to look at me confused, probably not knowing how to react, cause I also didn't know the hell I was doing. I didn't know why I believe Miller but he could protect my family and get me out of here,this was worth a shot.

After breakfast, I got ready to start my day in the library but before I headed out I wished him a nice day.

He didn't know what was happening and I also didn't.

I had talked to Miller and now one of the library has lots of romance books, a whole aisle was dedicated to Classical romance, all I did was ask Miller for some romance books but he just had to get every book in the city, this was the problem with the rich, they have no ideas what to do with the money they have that they spend it on unnecessary things, but I loved the new collection and it was also research for me.

I wanted to Know every possible way I could love Mr Marcelo, I wanted to know the type of things in him even if it was the littlest things that is in the hero of a main book that could be in him, I wanted to find every slight possibility that I can love him.

Even though every rule of romance points to mission a failure, I continued my research on how to love the devil boss.

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I balanced the trey on my left arm and the rest against my upper body. I knocked twice before pushing open his door. Marcelo was sitting behind the desk his focus was on the computer in front of him, I knew he could discern that it was me, but he didn't bother raising his head up to look at me.

This past few weeks I've been around him a lot. I talked to him during breakfast even to though he ignores me and also during dinner, I wish him a happy day at work, I ask how his day was, I made small talks and made several attempt to start a conversation but it didn't work but that didn't stop me.

He stays home working in his home office during weekends, so I take snacks and coffee to him and spend a few minutes on the sofa across his office looking at him work. I placed the trey on the coffee table that was in front of the couch that was across his office. Honestly I was scared the first few weeks but now I was a little comfortable.

After a few hours of scrolling through my phone, chatting with Sam, avoiding Leo's messages, and futile attempt at small talk with the cold brick working on his computer, I pulled a book on his shelf. It was a book about Modern capitalism by an American sociologist. Although I read books like this when I was in college I couldn't deny how boring it was and like what every other boring book does, I blacked out on his couch.

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Marcelo didn't hear anything again, he couldn't hear the sound of fingers tapping against the phone screen, he couldn't hear the notification ping coming from her. He raised his head up from the file he was looking at. His little Vixen was sprawled on the couch, a big book was laying on her chest, her head was turned to the side her chest heaved up and down in rhythmic breath, few tendrils from her hair fell over the side of her face. Her lip parted a little as she breathe air in.

Marcelo didn't know what to make of her actions this week. She was different. He couldn't understand the emotion in her eyes anymore, he couldn't see the hate or the fear. It was something different, something strong... Determination?. He couldn't tell. This past few weeks he had tried to show her the part of him that was dark and scary. He remembered the look on her face the day she saw him. He could see how her eyes wandered around taking in the scene before her. He saw the way she tear up, the way she looked at him, the way she looked at the dying man on the floor, the way she rubbed her face with her palm checking it only to see her tears, and the way her eyes met his again before she ran. Marcelo remembered everything and although he wouldn't admit it to himself, it left a mark.

Marcelo wanted to make her fear him, he wanted to make her hate him like everyone else does and for a while he thought he was achieving that. Now she was acting weird to him.

He didn't know why she talked to him, smiled at him or tried to make small talk with him. He was confused, although a big part of him loved the way she smiled at him and an usual feeling crept up the day she started asking how his day went. Now one have ever asked him that, not even as a child was he asked how his day went or how he felt or how he was doing, but now an auburn haired girl who smiles as him asks him. Marcelo didn't know what to feel and he couldn't admit what he was feeling because he didn't know what it was.

Marcelo stood up walking around the table and walked over to the small sitting area in his office where she lay asleep on the couch. Squatting beside the couch, he looked closely at her face, it was them he noticed the tiny freckles that lay beneath her eyes, her small protruding lips was parted. He used the back of his index finger to push away the tendrils of hair that lay on her face. He was marveled at how beautiful and innocent she looks.

Although he didn't admit it he loved her voice, it was confident but you could sense the shyness and he found it... cute. A word so foreign to him, this was the first time he found something that wasn't covered in blood begging for his life and promising him what he already had cute.

One of hand shot up and held the book tighter to her chest as she let out a light sigh. It seemed she was cold. Marcelo's office was always cold, he loved it that way. He could see how uncomfortable she was, he contemplated taking off his jacket. He convinced himself he didn't care at all wheater she freezed to death or not. Then he just walked out.

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I felt oddly warm, subconsciously I snuggled deeper into what seemed to warm me up. Opening my eyes, I strained my eyes to adjust to the lighting in the room. I could smell a very intoxicating scent that was very familiar. Fully opening my eyes I realised that I was in Marcelo's office, must eyes widen open as I immediately sat up. Looking around i see that Marcelo was no longer in the room. Looking at my lap i saw a black clothing that seemed to have slipped down to my lap when I sat up. Running my fingers through it I took a good look at it, it seemed to be Marcelo's?. I ran my fingers through the soft cashmere jacket.

I was confused as to why he would give me his jacket. Marcelo is cruel and is supposed to be heartless but the clothing in my hands says otherwise. Covering up the female heroine was part of the male hero' s move in a romantic novel.

Maybe falling in love with the devil was not as impossible as I thought.