You’ll Fall for Me, Today or Tomorrow novel Chapter 203

Matthew seldom got drunk.

At least, Clarissa had never seen him like this.

Besides, who would dare to force drinks on him anyway?

Having said that, drunk Matthew was a rare sight.

Clarissa was perplexed as to why Ryler and him started to drink as they chatted, and they drank quite a lot too. It’s so weird.

While Julia and the others were cleaning up, Clarissa transfixed her gaze on Matthew who was fast asleep on the sofa. His eyes were closed as his head was slightly tilted to one side. He wore a plain buttoned shirt and long pants for the house party with a few of his buttons undone, exposing his tanned skin underneath. There was not a hint of his usual cold and distant demeanor. His picturesque face was perfectly sculptured as he relaxed his slender legs on the sofa. The man put one hand on the armrest.

He looks so gorgeous, even when he’s resting.

Clarissa heaved a sigh, and chuckled the next moment.

She leaned forward and tapped on his shoulders.

“Matthew, wake up. Let’s go upstairs.”

The man did not respond.

Helpless, she helped him up by supporting his shoulders, attempting to get him upstairs this way.

However, just when she propped him up, Clarissa almost slumped to the floor from his weight. It’s true. Moving a drunk man is like trying to move a mountain. Julia came to her rescue and the two of them steadied one side each as they helped him upstairs.

After entering the bedroom, Clarissa threw the man onto the bed and tried to catch her breath. Meanwhile, Matthew narrowed his eyes as if he had just woken up. But then again, it seemed like he was still asleep.

Noticing the woman at his side, he instinctively reached out to grab her hand and pulled her toward him, making her fall into his embrace.

Matthew had his hands on her back, immobilizing her. Clarissa tried to struggle herself free but to no avail.

“Matthew!”

Clarissa increased her volume as she fumed with fury.

Matthew merely tapped on her back as if he was coaxing a child as he mumbled something.

Clarissa smiled resignedly.

She punched Matthew’s chest gently. However, the man turned around abruptly, pinning her underneath him. He did not open his eyes but he acted unconsciously as he caressed her all over. The man slid one hand into her shirt while his other hand was working to remove her pants. Matthew was mumbling her name all the while.

“Clare, Clare…”

“Stop, Matthew-”

It was a futile attempt trying to get a point across to a drunk man.

Her effort proved to be fruitless in face of his surmounting desire. It seemed effortless for him to pin her down as he immobilized her.

In the end, Matthew had his way with her as he claimed her with his eyes closed.

Clarissa furrowed her brows as she regarded the man on top of her. The man was obviously enjoying himself while all she felt was discomfort. She reached out and grabbed his waist tightly in an attempt to vent her frustration.

However, it seemed like her gesture had only served to excite him as his movements became increasingly fast and furious. Clarissa could only take it passively and only felt better toward the end.

Nevertheless, Clarissa was going to let Matthew have it, sooner or later.

The next day when Matthew was awake, his head was pounding. He finally came to his senses and started to recall what happened the night before.

There were only fuzzy images in his head. Nevertheless, he was well aware of what went down.

He chuckled resignedly, slightly aggravated by himself.

Surprisingly, Clarissa was up earlier than he was. Matthew sat upright and noticed that the crumpled shirt on him.

He mindlessly penetrated her last night without an ounce of consideration for her, not to mention that he fell right back asleep last night after he was done. Of course Clare is going to be mad at me.

Matthew got off the bed and headed for the bathroom. When he was downstairs, he was his usual self – the formidable president, Mr. Tyson again.

Clarissa was leaning against the sofa as she sat in front of the window. Bathing in the warm sunlight, she was working on her laptop.

Her hands paused in its track as she noticed the footsteps. However, she did not turn around. Clarissa merely saved her work and opened the browser instead. She did not intend to pay any heed to Matthew.

Matthew’s thin lips curled into a slight smile. He made his way to Clarissa’s back, and hugged her from behind.

He lowered his head and snuggled against her ears. The man smelled fresh after his shower with the lingering scent of shampoo.

Clarissa feigned disgust with the man as she tilted her body to one side in an attempt to keep her distance from him.

Matthew chuckled. “Clare, why are you mad?”

He acted innocent as if he had no inkling as to why Clarissa was mad at him. Matthew deliberately edged himself close as the woman dodged him every single time. In the end, he steadied her head with both his hands and planted a kiss on her cheeks.

Clarissa glared at Matthew as she wiped her cheeks with her hand.

“Don’t you know why I’m mad?”

She was shooting sharp little daggers at the man with her eyes.

Matthew felt as if the daggers had punctured his heart.

He pressed a hand against his chest and acted like he was in pain. Then, he sat on the floor, right next to where Clarissa was standing, and pretended like he was suffering a heart attack in a childish manner.

“Clare, my heart is in pain.”

The woman rolled her eyes at him. “Matthew, get real. What’s with your childish act!”

He knitted his brows. “Clare, I’m not…”

“Who said you’re old?”

“So, I can be childish, right?”