TWENTY SEVEN

~ Emmy ~

Matteo may be used to getting his way, but I had spent years fighting against my mother's apron strings, so if there was one thing I knew, it was how to sulk and throw a tantrum worthy of an Olympic medal. Snatching up my PJs, I quickly shoved my feet and arms into them, being careful not to irritate my already sore nips.

I pursed my lips, pondering what he was going to do when my only set of clothes needed washing. It's not like he had to take the time to get me any other clothes to wear. I couldn't help but wonder how he would like it if he only had the clothes on his back to rely on.

"Don't do it!" Rae groaned in the back of my head as a plan slowly formed.

"Why not?" I asked with a wicked grin as I looked over my shoulder at the chef, who was quietly cleaning up Matteo's plates after breakfast.

"Because he will be furious!" She interrupted, making me smirk slowly.

"GOOD! I am angry, too!" I barked with an eerie chuckle that didn't seem right coming from my lips.

"Would