Matthew found few reasons to be happy about Clarissa being away for work.
He pulled a long face most days, and the time which he whittled away moping was longer still.
What was she to do about it?
Her constant refrain was, “It wasn’t my call to build the film studio that far away.
Matthew snorted, “Are you suggesting that I should consider building one right here in D City then?”
That got Clarissa stunned.
“Don’t be upset, Mr. Tyson, Uncle Matthew. You may be rich, almost too rich, but could you not be so impulsive? Pretty please?”
Clarissa plastered herself onto Matthew as she begged for clemency.
As wealthy and entitled as he was, she reckoned there had to be a limit to both somewhat. She would much prefer it if he did not get any funny ideas along those lines.
The man drew her into a strong embrace before he regarded her mockingly. “Do you think I could really pull off something like that? This is D City we’re talking about.”
Clarissa was gratuitously obsequious with her smile.
“In my heart, there’s nothing that you’re not capable of. So, of course, I’d believe anything that you say.”
Matthew’s eyes narrowed as he propped up her diminutive chin.
“Flatterer!”
The woman spat out her tongue. She exhaled as she rubbed her slender hands soothingly upon the man’s chest.
“I’ve met up with Ellie. She’s still upset and forced me to choose.”
The man’s fingers tightened around her chin, and that coaxed a frown from her.
“What was that for? Do you think I could have not chosen you?”
Matthew relaxed his grip before he pulled her so close that their breaths were almost upon each other.
His searing, low voice mirrored the displeasure in his eyes.
“Would you dare?”
Clarissa heart skipped a beat. “I wouldn’t!”
“Good girl.”
His large mitts pawed her back in satisfaction at her reply.
Clarissa palmed the back of his hands with a resounding smack and lifted his wayward fingers, preventing them from drifting down unto impropriety.
“I don’t know when she might simmer down. Try to talk to her more often while I’m away. I really don’t want us to stay this way. You’re her uncle, so will you please do this? For my sake, if nothing else, alright?
“What’s in it for me?” Matthew asked.
She furrowed as her fingers wrapped around his neck and delivered the most unconvincing of threats.
“What’s in it for you, you ask? She’s your niece. Are you going to just leave her be?”
Matthew’s lips curled up in a roguish smile.
“And what’s wrong with that? What concern is it of hers which woman I’m seeing?”
Her fingers clenched as her anger mounted but did not throttle him. Instead, she swayed coquettishly. “What if it’s of concern to me? You have to talk her around, for me. For my sake…”
“Like I said… What’s in it for me?”
“Matthew Tyson!”
The woman’s howls of anger juxtaposed against the man’s staid smile.
“Yes?”
“You… You don’t love me at all!”
Clarissa’s accusation felt oddly familiar.
“You are heartless, insensitive, and incorrigible!”
“How exactly am I heartless, insensitive, and incorrigible?”
His response had her trembling and gave her goosebumps.
She drove her opinions about that inane exchange from her head and grabbed the man’s collar as she loomed over him.
“Don’t I matter to you? Can’t you just do something to fix this upsetting situation with Ellie? It hurts that you keep disregarding my feelings…”
This was purposefully acted out.
Matthew was not rattled and merely narrowed his darkened eyes as an indecipherable smile glazed across his lips.
His poised and sensual inflection teased and then ensnared her like a hook even if he did not intend to. It left her delectably numb and itching for more.
“Does it hurt here? Shall I massage it for you and make it better, Clare?”
Amidst the lure of his voice, his large mitts were already sneaking over her chest.
Clarissa cussed at her own porous words, which allowed Matthew to sneak one in. In hindsight, she thought she should have said that it was her head.
She blushed like a peach, flagrant and ripe for his picking.
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