An inch away from the small woman, Matteo lowered down his head and level his lips inch from her ears. "You can't get away from me this time," he said seductively that made the woman move and face him. That was a wrong move, the tip of her round breast touches his chest.
Suddenly the woman stepped backward upon realizing it. "W-What do you want to talk w-with me?" her voice is shaking.
Matteo sat down and put his arms around his head. "Why did you left?"
The woman averted her gaze from him. "I-If you don't have anything else to say, I'm leaving. I-I still have work to do."
Matteo's right and think brows arced upward. "I already paid your time."
Stunned, she look at him again with disbelief. "What is it this time?" she asks. "You think of me like other girls around?"
"Yes," Matteo lied. Sunday is not like other girls. She's a fully grown woman. He was the one who took her virginity that made him go crazy over her, over night.
..Sunday was stunned again when the man stood up and continuously step forward. And before she could step backward, his strong arms pulled her closer to him. Her body pressed against him which immediately warmed her face."L-Let go of me." But her body says otherwise. She don't want him to let go!
'What is it now Sunday! Come on, please come back to your senses!'
"You feel it too right?"
She suddenly came to her senses when his playful smile plastered on his sinful lips. "W-What are you saying." She can't look at him.
"I told you, you can't run away from me this time." That baritone voice ... makes her knees tremble and feel weak.
He walk closer and closer to her while her, stepping back until she get stuck and sat on the sofa.
"N-No ..." she said as soon as his lips touches hers. She want to push him but she went too weak from his kisses. But before she could give in again, she immediately pushed the man. "J-Jerk." She then walk her way out with her chest pounding so hard.
Matteo smirks. " Silly woman, even if you run countless times, I'm still going to chase you. Put that in your mind."
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"Why are you hiding? From who?" Shaina asked Sunday while handing her the tray."Can you deliver it to them? Table 3." Sunday asks. The one on the table is Matteo. She got to know his name when Madame Frost called her again earlier after she left the Red Zone. The woman told her that Matteo wanted her to be the waitress to serve him while he's here in the club.
"It's him, right?" Shaina teases while looking at the man. "You go, he looks like he's waiting you already, he's looking impatient," she said while laughing and then turned around and left her with no choice.
"Shaina!"
Sunday had no choice but to bring Matteo's order.
"Please enjoy," she politely said as a waitress and not Sunday who gave her body to him.
"Sit."
"E-Excuse me, but that's not my job here."
Matteo look around. "Really?" He's looking at the waitress sitting on the lap in one of the American costumer.
Sunday look away when Matteo turned to her smirking. "It's their choice. I'm not one of them."
"Really?" His lips arched.
Sunday can't look straight to his eyes. "E-Excuse me but intertaining you is not my job here." Sunday immediately turned around and left. He suddenly felt embarrassed. She didn't know the man but she gave herself to him that she couldn't give it to her own boyfriend. "Stupid, stupid."
When she reached the counter, she turn around again and wish she hadn't done it. Matteo's kissing with one of the bar dancers.
..Matteo immediately averted his face from the woman who suddenly grabbed him and kiss him on his lips. "I'm sorry babe but I'm not in the mood right now.""Oh, are you changing into a good boy now?" Lorenzo suddenly appeared. "I got you this gorgeous lady and you just rejected her?"
Matteo silently cursed at Lorenzo and gulp on his glass while looking at Sunday talking with a bartender.
"I got something to do." He raked his hair with his hand in the back and stood up.
..While waiting for the order. Sunday sat down when Anderson asked her about her friend, Shaina."Hey there little woman." Someone sat next to her, it's Matteo.
"What do you want?" she asked with an irritated voice.
"Well, if you don't want to lose your job, you have to assist me right? I paid your Madame Frost so you will assist me 'alone'."
Sunday's right eyebrow curved upward. "What makes you think I will do that?"
He just click his tounge. "Well, if you don't care then I will tell Madame Frost to fire you right away. You're not treating your costumers well. You all have to do is sit and talk with me. I'm not going to eat you aga ---"
Sunday panicked and quickly covered Matteo's mouth with her hand. "Shut up."
Matteo playfully chuckle. "Then come."
She stood-up and followed the man. She had no choice though.
"Oh, hi," a tall and handsome man with a neat haircut who was sitting in front of Matteo, greeted her. "I'm Lorenzo by the way."
She just smiled at him and sat down a meter away from Matteo. She looked at the man when the disco light hit his face. His brown curly hair that almost touches his neck looks good on him. He's a huge man and by looking at him, he is like a famous idol or what. He looks intimidating not until a playful smile starts to plaster on his face.
"What's with that look. You want to devour me? Oh, please. I'm not stopping you."
Sunday cheek turned red and immediately averted her gaze from him. "W-Who told y-you I w-want to devour y-you." She want to curse herself for stammering to much. "Excuse me but I have to go to the restroom room," she said and then left.
She looked in her reflection in the mirror and put on some foundation and then came out again.
"I got you again." Someone pulled her again inside the cubicle.
"M-Matteo," she said nervously as she look into his hazel brown eyes. He's still holding her arm. "L-Let me g-go." She tries to grab back her arm but he doesn't let it go. "Matteo ..." It's sounds more like a moan when he pulls her closer to him. Her body burned up again into a maximum heat.
"Don't hold it woman." That voice again. A baritone voice that can make a woman to surrender. And his touch giving her fire inside her.
Matteo start kissing her when he didn't a response from her. "Tell me to stop." Slowly, he then reached for the button of her blouse with his trembling hand. "Then I'll stop."
"S-Stop," she said in a shaking voice. But her body don't want him to stop.
Matteo stopped midway from unbottoning her blouse. "Push me, then I'll go." It was almost a whisper.
They were both staring into each other's eyes. Both of them have the same thing in their mind. But Sunday is sure that if she gives in again, she'll regret it later and feel ashamed again.
Sunday put her palms to his chest ready to push him but Matteo smirks and took both of her hands and pinned them on the wall. "But I won't let you go even if you wish." And start kissing her again. A hungry kiss that slowly begun to be passionate.
Matteo let go of her left hand and she froze when she felt it touching her tighs and go upward to her wet womanhood.
"You told me to stop but I know your body says otherwise," he said seductively to her ears that made her moan a little.
"Fuck, you're so wet."
Sunday seemed to go crazy with the sensation she was feeling because of what Matteo is doing to her. He is playing her clit!
'Ah, shit.'
'Why is this so good?'
As much as she want to push him and run outside, she's stuck here, under his pleasurable touch. And the next she knew, she found herself sharing the same heat and welcoming every thrust of Matteo and hear herself moaning.
Matteo reached for her waist and just in a one swift move, she's now facing the wall. And one hard thrust, she felt him inside her again.
She can't believe that she's biting her lips right now because of the pleasure that Matteo is giving her as he continue moving in the back while both of his arms is on her breast.
He gave her a hard thrust which made her moan louder, not afraid that someone might hear them outside.
"Ahhh... Ahhh.."
"Moan my name little woman."
And like a drunk woman, she willingly obliged and moan his name. "Ahhhhh.. Matteo..."
"Fuck, you're making me crazy woman."
"I'm not going. Can you tell Madame Frost? I think I'm going to have a fever," Sunday lied to Shaina."All right, no problem."When Shaina left, Sunday pulled herself to the bed and pull her hair. "What am I doing..."When she was satisfied, she drop herself on the bed. This is so wrong ... what she did was wrong. Why did she give in to that Matteo again! What's wrong with her. She can't believe this!"Oh, this is..." She soaked her face in her pillow as she scolded herself in her mind.Later someone rang the doorbell."W-Who's here at this time?" She stood up."Sunday?"Sunday got stunned when she heard David's drunk voice. What is he doing here at this hour? It took her seconds before she oblige herself to open the door. And then she saw David's drunk face. "What are you doing here?" in a cold voice, she asks."I'm sorry," David's eyes are begging and full of regret but Sunday won't ever fall to it."it's okay, as I already expected it. I didn't give myself to you because I though
Still sick, Sunday went to the flower shop the next day. She needs to work, she needs money. "Oh, you're the new hired?"Feeling dizzy, she looks up to the owner of that voice. Seems that her fever get even worse when she saw Matteo's face and his always teasing smile. She was avoiding Matteo but now he was here and smiling at her.Sunday choose to be silent, she didn't answer. She wasn't in the mood to argue with him. She instead put her shoulder bag on the table and sit on the chair feeling annoyed by Matteo's presence. "Who cares?" she barks out of annoyance. "Of course, I care. Mama Elizabeth owned this. In other words, we own this shop.Sunday was stunned, but she shouldn't be affected just because of that. "What now, are you the one who hired me?""Oh chill. We own this shop and you have to respect me. Call me boss." Matteo's brows move up and down which made her more annoyed.She arched her right eyebrow. "Boss yourself." And then approached the incoming customer feeling unc
All eyes are on him in every step he makes, but Matteo is enjoying it.Who wouldn't stare? Matteo's looking even hotter in his sweat all over his body. His thin wet white t-shirt is now hugging his body giving shows to his perfect abs. "So fuckin' hot," said the long blonde-haired woman.Matteo stopped running and drank water from his bottled mineral water."Hi." The blonde-haired woman approached him but keep jogging in place beside him."Hi babe," he winked which made the woman bite her lower lip and give him a flirty look."Wanna join me?" the woman gives him a tiny piece of paper and runs her fingertips over his wet arms while biting her lower lips sending him her signal.Fuckboy as he always is, he smiled as he look at the woman's round butt cheeks while running, seems to be purposely shaking her body to give more shows to it.But he is Matteo, he is not the one who will grab, girls do. He threw away the paper, comb his wet hair to the back and start running again.*-*-*-*The N
Sunday was sitting on the couch waiting for the time to close the shop. She's reading the magazine but everything she reads doesn't get into her mind, she couldn't focus.- 'Are you one of his flings? Fuck buddy ?! 'Her grip on the page tightened as she remembers what Alessandra said earlier. Later, she sighed and then closed the magazine. It may be true what Alessandra said-- but no. She's not a fling ... she's not a fuck buddy of anyone. Maybe she made a mistake but she would not accept such an accusation against her. It was just a coincidence that something like that happened. It was only Matteo who took her body and that was a mistake. She was just taken away by what David had done. Sunday composes herself. She looked in the mirror and arranged her long hair and tied them around the side of her head.She looked at her wristwatch and saw that it was already seven o'clock in the evening. It's time to close the shop.She left when she secure that she had locked the door properly.
She must be crazy-- NO. She is crazy! She even thought Matteo was like a drug, and she would go crazy if she couldn't taste it. Just what the heck? She couldn't believe herself thinking that craziness! "Ahhhhh ..." Sunday pulled her hair while kicking on her bed."What's going on with you?" Shaina asked as she came out of the bathroom. They just arrived from the bar. Sunday sat on the bed and faced Shaina who was drying her hair with a towel."You look like a witch," Shaina laughed."What now? I assume you're gonna tell me something-- Woah, I knew it! I'm right, right?" Shaina teasingly moves her brows up and down."Slap me," Sunday said and like a fool, she move her face closer to Shaina's.l"Slap you?"She tapped her right cheek. "Here, slap me."Shaina raised her hand and tapped her lightly on the cheek. And when she felt it, she again dropped her body on her bed, straight. She's crazy! She's doomed."Don't tell me, you and Matteo did it again?"Sunday immediately sat down when S
"Are you okay?" Shaina asked Sunday who was sitting at the counter while waiting to get the customer's order. Earlier, she noticed that her friend was quiet and seemed to be avoiding something... or maybe someone? "Who are you avoiding, I haven't seen him here," she pointed out to Matteo. Shaina had in mind that something had happened again in the shop so her friend's aura was different. Sunday silence is different now. Something must be bothering her now."Nothing. Is there someone I should avoid?"Shiana shrugged and just keep her mouth shut from questioning. If it wasn't Matteo, maybe family."Alright, just tell me if you wanna share it with me. I'm just here, okay?" Shaina smiled."I'll just take this." Sunday took the order while Shaina is watching her. Even though Sunday tried to look normal, her sad eyes can't hide the pain that she must be feeling.Shaina sighed. Sunday is a very secretive person and only tells her a few problems especially when Sunday can't keep it to herse
"Hmmm ..." Sunday muttered when she felt cold. She reached for the blanket and then covered herself.She sniffed when she smelled the fragrant and masculine smell of the blanket. 'Why does her blanket smell different--' She felt someone move beside her. She immediately turned to look--"W-What the?" she quickly moves to sit in disbelief. And suddenly, her sleepy head faded.Next to her was Matteo, still sleeping, shirtless.Sunday panicked so she immediately peeked herself under the blanket. She hit his forehead with her palm when she saw the clothes that she was still wearing last night. And that's when she remembered what had happened. How did she gets stuck here, she fell asleep in Matteo's car! "Aishhh ..." She quickly stood up and looked for her shoulder bag. And when she saw it, she picked it up and immediately went to the door. "Why did I fall asleep ...""It's still 5 a.m. Where are you going?"Sunday froze and stopped from opening the door. She looked back to Matteo who seem
When Sunday came out of the restaurant, she saw Matteo and Alessandra. The two exited from a fancy restaurant just a few meters away from her.Her chest throbbed watching the scenario. She doesn't understand why she felt that way. There's a little pain inside coming from what she sees.Sunday can't stand to watch them so she immediately turned around, especially when she saw Matteo move to look in her direction. She doesn't care if he saw her or not. What important is the need to leave the place.She sighed when she got inside the taxi and even bit her lower lip. She could still see how Matteo holds Alessandra's waist as they exit.Do those two have a relationship? Matteo was acting like a boyfriend to Alessandra. Sunday shook her head and for the second time, she sighed again. In a relationship or not, she shouldn't have cared. 'That man is a playboy'. Even Matteo treat her the other way, that alone answered her question. When she arrived, she immediately paid and went down. She we