Chapter 15
When I got into my room last night, I couldn’t think of anything else but to go to bed. All the kissing and the hot sex was tiring me. My waist was hurting from the bending, my core was fore from the roughness and my knees were weak from the shaking of pleasure. Thadn’t been with anyone for years, let alone have an intercourse,
I was too busy with work that I had neglected my personal life.
Maybe, that was just an excuse, and I feared developing feelings for someone. It was starting to change after last night–I hated the fact that I was too vulnerable withi Matteo, I could push him away and he wasn’t going to force me or anything, but I didn’t. I didn’t push him away when he touched me or when he kissed me.
I was literally begging him with my eyes. Of course, he had his own ego to please.
Honestly, I didn’t regret what happened last night. I haven’t had sex in a while, and he was there to please me, but I was terrified of falling for him.
He was a great pleasure. He knew the sensitive spots and he was always focusing on me.
I walked down the stairs and headed straight to the kitchen but to slightly stumble backwards when I saw Matteo standing near the stove, frying eggs.
“Good morning. Alena.” He said without turning to look at me.
on one of the stools near the kitchen island, “Morning.”
I took a seat on
“I made scrambled eggs.”
I watched his every movement; from taking a plate and serving the scrambled eggs in the exact plate. He didn’t look at me. I didn’t mind because that meant I could look at him longer. I could take him in. Well, he was never a disappointment in terms of his looks. Even when his hair was messy and he was only wearing a t–shirt, he was a beautiful view.
“Are you not eating?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
He shook his head, “No. I’m skipping breakfast today.”
I didn’t say a word, only nodding my head. It took me by surprise when he looked at me–I didn’t expect him to.
Memories of last night came rushing in, from the way he touched me and gave me pleasure, from the way we held eye contacts, from the way he moaned my name. They were all still fresh and I couldn’t easily forget about them even if I tried. Matteo cleared his throat, “Are you free today? Is it your day off?
“Yup, it’s my day off. Why?”
“Today is my mother’s birthday. I thought we could go together if you’re free.”
“Sure. I’d like to come,” I nodded my head with a smile forming on my face, “Does she know about me?”
“Oh, my whole family knows about you. Actually, they
“Been talking about me behind my back?”
‘t wait to meet you.”
He smirked. “There’s nothing wrong complimenting my wife behind her back.”
There it was, again. If he kept calling me his wife, I was bound to lose my mind. There was no way in h
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whenever he called me that He wasn’t afraid to call me that, either. We were married–we were husband and wife but on paper. We never acted as husband and wife behind closed doors.
I shifted in my seat, trying to ignore the heat seeping on my cheeks.
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Was 1 blushing because of it? It wasn’t his first time calling me that.
“Besides, they keep asking about you and asking me to bring you over.”
“Okay, when do you want to go?”
He glanced down at his wristwatch, “In two hours. Is that okay? I have a few things to settle first,”
“Okay”
Just as he was about to walk away, I grabbed onto his He looked down at my hand, but he didn’t pull away nor did he move. It was sudden and I immediately drop his hand, “I just wanted to ask if you’re still hurting.”
“I’ve been through worse, Alena. Don’t worry about me,”
Then, he continued to leave the kitchen. I stared at the same spot where he was and couldn’t help but feel worried about him. He wasn’t just hit on the face, and it wasn’t just a bruise. He was shot by a gun, and he was lucky enough it didn’t hit any of his o***ans.
Instead of resting or sleeping the day, he wanted to go and meet his mother for her birthday. I wondered if he barely felt any pain but that was impossible.
So, I couldn’t help but keep thinking about him as I ate my breakfast.
He probably wanted to make the scrambled eggs for himself but decided it was better to let me eat it because I came down. Maybe, just maybe, he wanted to avoid seeing me this morning. I was overthinking a few things and I couldn’t help myself.
Until it was already time to leave.
I was wearing a sundress and my hair was down in waves. As for Matteo, he was wearing a buttoned–down shirt but instead of long sleeves, it was short.
It was my first time seeing him wear something like that, but he looked handsome.
How could someone wear anything and still attract others?
“You look beautiful,” he complimented.
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