Zoey p. o. v
After Marco stormed off on me in the office, I wasn’t able to concentrate properly anymore. His sudden outburst had caught me completely off guard, and I couldn’t shake off the feeling of hurt and confusion that lingered in the air.
I tried to focus on my work, but my mind kept drifting back to the exchange we had just moments ago. I was unable to understand why he had reacted so strongly, and I couldn’t help but feel responsible for his anger.
Was it about Abel? Or something else.
I know calling him would be useless, I will allow him to calm down. We will talk about it at home.
“My goodness.” I groan.
A knock on the door distracted me, I muttered a come in and Abel stuck his head in.
“Ma’am, you called me.” He fully steps in, after confirming that Marco isn’t in sight.
“Cancel all my meetings for the rest of the day.”
“Ok, ma.” He faltered, unsure of my request. “Are you alright ma’am.” His voice is thick his concern, so was his eyes.
“Yes, you can leave.” I dismissed.
“Yes, ma.” He left.
I jolt up, my gaze quickly snapping to the door. The sound of the door opening clumsily was what woke me up.
Marco stumbled inside the house, clearly drunk. That’s a first, this has never happened before. Marco has never got drunk before, he drinks but not above his limit.
For him to be this drunk, his most be upset about something.
I stood up from the couch which I had fallen asleep, while waiting for him to come back home. His eyes snapped to mine, he crack a small smile.
“Hey.” I called, going over to him. I was just in time to hold him as was leaning to fall.
“Do you know, I want a mini version of you running around the house.” His words were slurry, but they still manage to make me blush.
“You’re drunk.” I state instead, he reeks of alcohol, I cringe in distaste.
“I know.” He admits.
Wonderful, I rolled my eyes.
He wrapped his hand around waist, holding me in place, and buried his face on my boobs. The action immediately sent shivers down my spine,
“I miss these.” He grumbled, placing tender kisses on them, I drag in a deep breath to control myself.
Now is not the time to get aroused, I should be worried about how I’m going to take him upstairs to our room.
“Let me take you to bed.”
“To make love?” He suggests.
I was blushing furiously like a teenage girl, with the way he’s staring at me like a rare meal that he wants to devour.
He even went as far as french kissing my neck, I couldn’t resist the moan.
“Mm.” I moan, he knew my right button.
“To cuddle and sleep.” I composed myself.
“I like that too.” He beams.
I help Marco up the stairs to our room, his arm draped over my shoulder for support. As we reach the top, I guide him to the bed and gently lower him down. He lets out a soft groan as his back hits the mattress, his eyes already closed in sleep.
“Are you okay?” I ask, brushing a strand of hair away from his forehead.
“Yeah, just tired,” he mumbles, his words slurred with exhaustion.
I sit down on the bed, watching him as he drifts off into a deep slumber.
I lean back against the headboard, letting out a sigh of relief. The adrenaline rush of the day slowly fades away, leaving me feeling drained.
I lay properly on the bed and drifting to sleep too.
Marco’s p. o. v
The throbbing in my head woke me up, the brightness in the room blinding me for a second. I whine quietly when the pain from my eyes connect with my head.
“Fuck!” I dragged myself to sit up, resting against the headboard. My throat is dried and inching, the banging margin cools down slowly.
“You are awake.” The voice of my wife coming from beside me. I sneak a glance at her, since I would rather not look her in the face right now.
Her watchful gaze was already on me, observing me intensely. I choose to ignore her, pressing two fingers on the side of my head.
That relief the pain but not totally, I hissed not from the pain in my head but from the piercing gaze of my wife.
“Take this, it will relieve the pain.” She said, extending her hand in front of me. She was holding a pack of painkillers and a glass of water.
“Thanks.” I took them, just swallowing a pill. I dropped the glass on the nightstand, coming down from the bed.
It’s already past nine in the morning, and I have a meeting in less than an hour. I stalk my way towards the bathroom, only to be blocking just as I’m reaching for the doorknob.
I glanced down to see the obstruction, it was my little wife. Glaring harshly at me, her expression says she has a lot to say, but I don’t have the time right now.
My ships are coming in today, important goods that need intense supervision. Hence I’m heading there myself.
“I have places to be.” I groan lowly.