Rivals To Lovers | ✔️

- 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 25 -

- Roxanne's POV -

I sat down in his office, my arms crossed over my chest waiting for him to speak. He had a lot of explaining to do and I was playing nice.

"First, I wanted to say I'm sorry for what happened to your dad. I knew you two were close, although I could never relate I know it must have been a hard time for you and your family." Mattheo says.

Right, I almost forgot, I guess the word spreads faster than I thought. I could see Mattheo actually cared by the way he said he was sorry.

"Thank you, and I'm sorry you and you're-" I try to say but he cuts me off before I could finish.

"Dad, he's just a selfish monster, not a father." He scoffed looking in another direction.

"What happened Mattheo, for what I can see a lot of things have changed around here including you," I say leaning up in my chair.

"Yeah well, what exactly do you want me to say, Roxanne. I don't have a family and never did. Taylor is now my enemy, my father betrayed me and my mom. well, let's just say she lost herself." He says bringing his attention to me.

"Not only do I have family issues but business too. Making business with the Russians isn't easy." He says angrily. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes before opening them again.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you like that," He says messing up his hair in an exhausted and hot way.

"Yeah well sorry I can't relate either," I say holding back my smile. But I couldn't help it when he looked at me in an annoyed way.

"So if you have so much on your plate why bring me into it. I have my own problems to handle to you know?" I say getting to the point.

"Because you are my part of my problems," he says standing up from his chair and walking around his desk towards me.

I raise an eyebrow at him in confusion. I'm a problem? How the fuck am I part of his problems?

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" I say. I stand up from my chair and cross my arms again facing him.

"Your mafia is in danger if you don't have the right...requirements and assistance." He says taking slow steps towards me.

"My mafia? I know how to rule on my own and have everything I need, so what does that come up to?" I ask him watching his every move coming closer and closer towards me making me lose control of my breathing.

"Do I still have an effect on you?" Mattheo asks a little confused, standing inches away from me. I slowly back away from him.

"M-mattheo stop" I stutter. My eyes follow his leading to my legs. I wasn't wearing any pants just my panties and his oversized shirt hanging over my body. Fuck.

"I can tell by your breathing," He says still walking closer towards me making me back up more and hit the wall.

both of his arms leaning on the wall trapping me. Fuck me. I should of know better than to be dressed like this in front of him. We look into each other eyes full of lust. This brings back memories, good ones. But I couldn't give in to it, it was wrong.

"Why do you fight this," He says softly in a gentle tone. He was right, I was fighting us and always have because we couldn't be together but we do I have to lose at this point. I mean my fathers died and my family already knows about us after Matteo's little speech.

"Your right, I do fight it and I'm done fighting it," I say confidently. I could see him looking at my lips so I lean closer towards him and our lips quickly crash together. I wish I could describe how safe I feel when I'm around him, it was something I've never felt for anyone before.

he slowly lifts up my arms against the wall kissing my neck slowly. I bite down on my bottom lip stopping me from moaning in pleasure.

He moved his hands on my waist pulling me closer to him making me feel him in his pants. Until the office doors slam open interrupting us. I push Mattheo off of me and awkwardly scratch my throat and turn around to face if the guy who just came in.

"How many fucking times do I have to tell you to knock before walking in!" Mattheo yells gripping onto the man's shirt almost lifting him off his feet about to hit him.

"I'm sorry boss but this couldn't wait, it's Taylor." The man says. Mattheo's mood quickly changes from mad to furious.

"What about Taylor!" He growls pulling the man closer to his face.

"He sent us a bomb and if we don't leave now we're all going to be ashes." The man says. Mattheo quickly lets the man go back on his feet. The man tries to catch his breath from which appears he was running.

"A bomb?!" I say, not in fear but shocked that Taylor would ever pull off something like this. Mattheo looks at me and then back at the man.

"Get everyone out safely and bring the cars out front, Now!" Mattheo orders and the man nods and quickly runs out.

"Where the hell are we going? I can't go out looking like this," I ask Mattheo looks down at me and grabs my wrist.

"Trust me?" Mattheo asks and I nod quickly. A small smile forms on his lips before we ran off together.

So many fucking distractions that we can't even get to the point. I still have a whole bunch of questions to ask him that he needs to answer. But right now what mattered was our safety and I hoped were ever the hell we are going was a safe enough place.

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