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Chapter Thirty-Three: How to Apologise
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Trillionaire After Divorce Chapter Thirty-Four: Restraining Order
The longer I stare at Matteo's jacket on the bed, the more I want to throw it out the window. But even that is a hard task because the minute I lift it, I'll press it to my nose and imagine myself in his warm embrace. “It should be a crime to be that attractive.” I mutter as I turn my focus to something else, anything else. I can smell food from downstairs. Weird, I told Paul I don’t want to eat tonight. Hopefully, he plans on storing the food; perhaps I can eat them for breakfast. With my hair still damp from the shower, I hop onto the bed. My shorts and white shirt are flimsy enough for the warm summer nights, but it's gradually getting colder as we approach autumn. I love fall. My eyes seal shut briefly as I drift off, thinking of leaves falling. Thump! Thump! Thump! Oh god, not again. My heart rate steadily grows, faster and faster, no matter how much I will myself to calm down, I feel myself spiralling to the edge of madness until suddenly, my lungs refuse to take in ai
Trillionaire After Divorce Chapter Thirty-Five: Unbelievably Secure
“What?” I ask with a frown; I don’t think I’ve heard Matteo correctly. "Golfing." Matteo repeats as he places rice and minced meat with sauce in front of me. Dinner had grown to be our norm, and I have it in my outside clothes or a hoodie because nowadays, he only teases me without letting me finish, and bulky clothing prevents too much stimulation. Between sexual frustration and my mother's news, my mind feels as if it is miles away. "Golfing? That’s not a hobby I imagined you doing, do you golf?” "Nope." He answers carelessly as he settles next to me; the second he places his napkin on his trousers, he pulls my chair to him and then pulls my food close. His hand travels up my pants. "Eat first, Matteo." I grumble as I turn to him, but his lips swallow any further protest, and just like that my worries fade. "Teo, please...ahh." I cry as I tear my lips from his, and my head falls on his shoulder. His hand grows insistent on the flesh between my legs, pressing where my cli
Trillionaire After Divorce Chapter Thirty-Six: For Me.
"What has you holding a pan over my head, cara?"Matteo presses the question as he dabs the corners of his lips with his napkin. I had given my answer in passing earlier by the door, but I don't think I can avoid it anymore, especially now that he has eaten and is perhaps energised enough for an argument, should I avoid the topic at hand any longer.When I take too long to answer, he turns to the half-empty glass of wine next to me."I thought you didn't want to drink. Is it because tomorrow is a weekend? You remember we are going golfing, right?""I do, I do, I just...It's fine.""Not very convincing; try again.” He says in a dull tone as his tongue circles his mouth before he looks at me again."Does your drinking have anything to do with the pan?""A dead body fell on top of me; I'm still processing things."I answer, and he nods."What about you? You look tired, Matteo.”"Some nights I don't sleep well.""You slept fine with me."I shrug before realising he said ‘some nights’, ma
Trillionaire After Divorce Chapter Thirty-Seven: Heiress
“Aren't you going to introduce yourself to them?"The former prime minister says as he looks directly at me.There wasn't a long pause; there was barely a pause; he just wanted my attention."I'll trust my partner to do it better.”The former prime minister frowns at my response; I am not falling for his goading. Matteo narrows his eyes as if placing two and two together before I feel his hand on my lower back."I'm Matteo D'Amico, and this is my woman, Olivia Lawson, the new head of Lawson &. I."The former prime minister's wife widens her eyes as if something stirred her. Her hands dig into the shoulders of her children, but they don't even flinch. Almost as if they were used to absorbing her emotions."I expected more from you."The former prime minister mutters under his breath with a cold sneer, but I hear him. The cold emotion flickers away from his face when he clears his throat."I expected you to introduce yourself...like I taught you, Bethany."My skin crawls at the sound o
Trillionaire After Divorce Chapter Thirty-Eight: Sole Heir
There is nothing I can say to her, nothing I want to either because she is crazy. My father hates me. There is no way he is passing on his wealth to me; that's an entire dairy company, plus billions that he must have accumulated from his family name.Why, in God’s name, would he pass everything on to a woman he thinks of as ‘apathetic’?"Your club sandwiches."The server says as he places the tray on the table and begins to wipe the spilt water."I haven't spoken to him in-""I'm not asking you to believe me; I'm telling you to reject him when he proposes it."Everything she is saying sounds crazy, but she seems convinced, convinced that my father will die in two months as if monsters die naturally—those kinds of beasts are killed.Why is every older person in my life suddenly dying? Am I doing something to them? Is it me, or is there something in the water?Crossing my legs, I address the woman opposite me more calmly."That's terrible from a business perspective; what do I get for
Trillionaire After Divorce Chapter Thirty-Nine: Bitter
“No.”I answer without much thought as to what that kind of money will do for me.“You have a family, two daughters; how can you not give them that after they lose their breadwinner.”“You are soft, you are pathetically soft; if I gave Veronica that chance, she would have leapt on it! She has a good sense of when to say yes.”My father spits.“Yes, she does; hence, she knew when to say ‘no’ to you.”“Didn’t I teach you enough?"He asks pointedly, with a disapproving frown on his face.When I don’t answer, his hands fly to his waist, and he looks up at the bright sky that seems to have dark clouds gathering.“When I was in the hospital, they said that the medicine would have worked had there not been traces of arsenic in my blood. Arsenic.”He repeats with a laugh.“That bitch has been poisoning me.”“Pity is not something I can feel for you; you know that, right?”I ask.He has shared too much with me for me to give a proper reaction. My father, the cause of my nightmares, is going to
Trillionaire After Divorce Chapter Forty: Ninja Librarian
The bar is noisy, but we are on the first floor, which is more exclusive and less filled for the added benefit of the view of the ground floor. "He…tagged along." I simplify my answer as I gesture to Matteo. "Ugh." Elizabeth groans before reaching for her cocktail. “That’s three mango daiquiris for that blunder.” “I will take them like a champ.” I say as I settle opposite where she sat. “Three mango daiquiris and two mojitos!” My sister yells to a waitress. She already looks busy, but the waitress simply nods. “What do you want, pretty boy?” She turns the question to Matteo, who slides up to me, but he doesn’t answer, merely glances at a waiter, and the man rushes over to serve him. “Sassenach, no ice.” He says simply, and the waiter nods. “Okay, well fuck me for offering to order for you.” Elizabeth says after he orders, then sighs and turns her focus to me. “So, what did that bastard want?" My gaze lands on Matteo for Elizabeth's question. We were to discuss that, b
Trillionaire After Divorce Chapter Forty-One: Nutcase
Warm water seeps down my back."Stay upright; I can't leave you in the tub again; you'll drown."Warm hands caress my body, guiding the warmth of the water around each curve and fold."Ah..."My head is still swirling, perhaps why when the hands brush against my clitoris, I jerk and then lean into it; it feels so good."Matteo?"I call weakly, and his blurry image comes into view.“You said you wanted a bath, so stay still.”I smile as his voice confirms that it is indeed Matteo."More."His fingers caress my clitoris, pushing the bud roughly until I stand on my tippy toes. My hands find his shoulders as I rock my hips."More..."I groan when he refuses to penetrate me, but instead, something warm chews lightly on my nipple before tugging and letting the flesh rest.My moan grows louder; perhaps the swirling of my mind and the steam around us; it could be anything that makes me feel this sensitive; either way, I will fall apart all too soon.My breath hitches in my throat as white-hot
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