TWENTY FOUR

~ Emmy ~

"Fuck! Creep much!" I snarled, recovering my breasts as they pulled in the most erotic of ways. Looking up at the male as he turned, I sighed deeply. I rolled my eyes, seeing it was the same guard from yesterday. I knew better than to wait for him to answer. Pushing past him, I headed down the corridor to the central part of the penthouse, where I assumed Matteo would be at this time of day, most likely eating his breakfast while reading whatever outdated newspaper he had delivered. For such an attractive son of bitch he sure liked weird shit!

Standing in the doorway to the dining room, my eyes surveyed the scene before me: the same table as yesterday set up for breakfast, with the same chef as yesterday standing at the seat at the head of the table. Matteo's seat! I watched through narrowed eyes as the chef poured coffee. I could smell Matteo, even if I couldn't see him.

Waltzing over towards the table, my arm still cupping my chest, I paused, seeing Matteo's shoulders st