==Matteo== A ray of sunlight slipped in from the tiny slit created by the curtains. Judging from how bright the light was, it ought to be around eight. I laid on the bed with someone beside me. Her blond head was gently placed on my arm and her signature scent seduced my nostrils. Last night came flashing before me, with such force I couldn't help but shut my eyes. I'd had sex with Olivia. I shut my eyes, as memories if last night crept in. I… I'd had sex with Olivia. And it wasn't just sex, sex, this was sex. The pure definition of it. I breathed out. I wasn't going ti lie, it was hard fir me ti come to terms with that fact. Because for all it was worth, that didn't feel like sex between a novice and a pro. That sounded pretentuous, correct, but it was the fact. Olivia was a virgin, or rather had been a virgin. How could she have possibly know where my weak spots. And the damn girl was twenty-one. Twenty-one years of no sex, so why did she suddenly want to break it? Why? I gla
==Olivia==What the fuck have you done? I let out a deep sigh. What in actual fuck had I done? I slapped my cheek. The pain hit me. Very much deserved!I shut my eyes, but my foolishness continued sneering at me. What had I been thinking? Of course I knew what. I'd lost my senses just by hearing Matteo say he was beginning to nature feelings for me. I had sold out my virginity simply because of the mere words of a guy. A guy whom I wasn't sure of what intentions were. A guy who'd abducted me. What in the world? This was so fucking frustrating. I didn't know what to do with myself anymore. I shut my eyes. The fuck, I'd had sex with Matteo. And worse, I'd been the one to initiate it. That image would forever remain engraved in memory. And what about few minutes ago when I'd awoken to the image of his naked form? A smile crept to my face and I jammed my hand on my lips. What the fuck? Well, I couldn't say I hadn't enjoyed the sex. Apart from the painful penetration, all other things we
The alarm jarred Andrea awake. She gasped, the drool hanging from her mouth seeped back in and choked her. She coughed. Her eyes watering up as she did. The fuck. Getting hold of herself, she wiped her mouth clean. Her head throbbed; her eyes were puffy.She had stayed up all night, writing. Who knew writing could be this difficult? Something as little as an email had drained her dry. She glanced at the alarm clock. Three minutes past ten, it was. She still felt drowsy, and didn't feel like going out. However, work needed to be done. Lots of work. She stretched while yawning out loud. Scattered on the table were sheets of papers. Some were ripped part, others ruled out and a good number, scrunched up in a ball. Her laptop sat open and next ti it was an empty cup of her cappuccino. As if! The damn beverage couldn't keep her awake. But anyway, she wasn't indignant. Her body had been so damn beaten from the stress of writing.Sitting upright on the chair Andrea brought her laptop t
Lyons stared at the tablet. His brows knotted in full concentration. "I'd like it if the ads on all our social media have the same themes. Same song, same characteristics."His face relaxed as he stumbled upon a somewhat nice outlook. "Well, this is good too, although, I'm looking for something more...neutral.""To match with the body tones," his PA added. "Exactly." Lyons glanced up at him. "Think that just it." His PA nodded and scribbled down on his clipboard. "Also, I think we should really do a remodelling. More on that later."When he was left alone, Lyons rested back in his seat, his eyes closed. Goddamn, he couldn't contain the excitement rushing in him. In a matter of weeks, he would be launching a new skin care brand. An serum meant for people with severely damaged skin. The hell that as going to sell like hot cakes. It was a fact. Yes, even with the whole commotion and curfew that'd been called. Lyons let open his eyes and rose. He ambled to the large window. The streets
==Olivia==Day 30. At long last. Finally. I woke up with a blank expression, not knowing if I should jump, spill tears of joy or be sad. I didn't know the reaction was give. And I didn't feel like leaving the bed. The morning was born with a bright light. It flooded my room, almost hurting my eyes. I should have seen it to be a good sign. My mood should have mirrored it, because...yay, I was free at last. However, nothing moved me. I was completely hollow. Matteo had come into my life in such fierce manner that made me wanna smash my head in the wall. He'd handled me with carelessness, had hurt in me in a ton of ways. Yet, he was my first of many things. My first real obsession. My first real kiss. My first real sex. I couldn't exactly point out when I first fell for him. It could have been the time he'd crept in on me in the nondescript room and had asked me that deeply aggravating question: you are a virgin, aren't you? It could have been the moment I'd shared a kiss with him i
==Olivia==Matteo's surprise was unmistakable. I couldn't for the life of me say what'd moved me to relay my thoughts. I would have kept quiet, I should have but no. My mouth had worked faster than my brain. And now, his gaze grew more intense and I uncomfortable as I couldn't tell what could be going on in his mind. And I couldn't even apologise because I didn't know if I was meant to. Rather, I stood like a moron, watching him. The silence that sat between us sharp, it could cut through diamonds. Then, he caught me off guard by advancing towards me. I didn't move, and I knew why I didn't. I wanted to have him. "No, I haven't," he said, still with his steps, "but there's always a first time." He got to where I was and leaned towards my ear. "Don't you think so?"Gradually, he moved his head to my face. Without batting an eye, I said, "fuck me." He didn't move, but rather held his gaze. I grew scared, sensing my desperation was so clear, he'd felt it. It must have turned him off.
Yosef couldn't believe his eyes. The entirety of social media had gone wild. Top of that, the rending thing on twitter was #Oliva×VintageInC. He couldn't believe this. Also, he couldn't believe the person responsible for this whole drama was Andrea. The servant that had asked for a sick leave. Shit, he should have known.He left his seat and started to pace around. This wasn't good. This wasn't good! And it appeared that The Master hadn't gotten wind of the situation given he hadn't called yet. That was strange because the time was…Yosef glanced at the clock. Eleven thirty-eight and the master hadn't called him in for briefing concerning the day's news. Had he already gotten wind of the situation and had gone into denial? Yosef tapped the tablet close and left the room. He had to find The Master. They had to get to the root of this by mounting a defence. It wasn't out of place to think the mansion would ne attacked anytime soon. Therefore, they had to be prepared. Yosef bolted to Th
"Matteo is a monster. He is a predator that feeds on the weak. He had no soul in him." Lyons said, his eyes fixed on Leah who couldn't for the life of her, stop pacing. "He killed my little sister, Peggy. He stole her away from us, at such tender age. At fourteen, Leah. Fourteen!" Leah gave him a look and tore it away almost immediately. "He took her away, used…" Lyons stopped. His heart burning as he made the recollection. "He used, and dumped her like trash.""That's basically what you did to me." Leah snapped back at him. Lyons shut his mouth. He took a step towards her, but Leah stopped him. "Don't you dare come close." "I was a douche, Leah. I know. But you won't blame me." Leah whipped her head at him, completely taken aback by his audacity. "I meant to say…" Lyons stopped. "Look at it this way. Peggy and I were incredibly close. So close I was overprotective of her. One can imagine how hurt I was when Matteo into the picture. The little bastard." Lyons gritted his teeth.