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[ 2021 WATTY'S SHORTLIST ]
❝ You've never been loved like this? ❞
Twenty-nine year old Monique Harper is a senior VP travel advisor. Great at her job, she is sent to Valencia, Spain to vet a chain of hotels owned by billionaire Matteo...
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Saturday came faster than I expected. Matteo and I hadn't delved further into his coming back to America with me, but we'd been enjoying each other so much that I didn't really find it in me to ask if he was actually meant what he said or if he said that in a sleepy haze.
After we helped out at the orphanage and I had a little breakdown, Matteo had to get back to work and I could tell he was trying to put it off to lay in bed with me for the rest of the day.
But then again, I also had work to do. I made posts on Instagram, called in news stations, posted the restaurant on travel sites, so on and so forth.
Now, I'm on the center of Matteo's bed, typing an email to Roxanne, when the man himself walks in, adjusting his suit. Apparently, he has to go in early to ensure everything is ready for opening night which starts at 5:30.
It's currently 1:45.
"I'm sorry I gotta leave so early, bebita." He says, walking towards the end of the bed and leaning forward to kiss my lips.
Munching on the bowl of grapes he'd gotten me, I peck his lips a couple more times before pulling away.
"It's okay, Teo. Just drive safe, alright?" I warn, "I'll see you there tonight."
He nods and goes to leave, only to pause at the foot of the bed. Gnawing on his bottom lip, he turns to me and squints. I've come to recognize that as his — I Want To Say Something But You Might Hate Me For It face.
"Baby?" I drawl, tilting my head so he can look at me. "As fine as you looking today, you're gonna have to tell me what's up."
He huffs and shakes his head, "Thank you, Mo, but it's nothing."
My eyes twitches, "Uh-uh, it doesn't work that way." Removing my computer from my lap, I crawl towards him on my knees and pull his blazer towards me so he can get closer. Trying to coax it out of him, I kiss along his neck and run my hands down his stomach towards his waistband. "Talk to me."
"Amor," He releases an exasperated sigh, "I'll tell you when it's time. Now isn't the time."
"Then when is the time?"
He cradles my jaw and moves me to meet his eye, "You'll know."
