The Underbosses Chef [M/M]

11 - Eleven - Matteo Concetta's Point Of View.

Alessio was cleaning up around me when I opened my eyes and looked to see what he was doing. My head was pounding like an angry man with a drum.

"Ugh, how much did I drink last night?" I groaned.

"Not as much as you feel like you did." Alessio said, rolling over on his stool and he blinded me with his penlight.

"Could you fucking not?"

"You got roofied last night, Matteo."

"That explains my fucking headache, and maybe the hangover?"

"Nikki says you took a drink from a stranger last night. We are pulling the cameras—-"

"Did I do anything stupid last night?"

"Honest answer or?"

"Oh god. I did. Alessio, tell me it wasn't to do with Caio?"

"Calm down, I'm sure he will recover from holding your hand."

"Thank god."

"It's when you claimed he was yours that I'm not sure he will recover from."

"Fuck, I have to get up and apologize."

"No, you need to stay here at least until I'm done taking all your vitals and we have a conversation about drugs."

"Why?"

"You told Caio you tried drugs in Italy?"

"It was once or twice. I didn't like them, so I didn't do it anymore." I said truthfully. "I knew it was a shitty idea to begin with, but I was drunk."

"Thank you for telling me."

"I'm not ashamed of it. But why would I tell Caio?"

Someone cleared their throat in the doorway, and I looked up to see Caio was standing there.

"You told me it was different from the other party drugs you tried."

"Ugh. My head is killing me."

Alessio did all his tests and felt confident about letting me go. Caio and I walked back to the complex, and he was pretty quiet until we got inside his wing. He closed the door, and as I took off my shoe, he spoke.

"What do you remember from last night?"

"Not enough. Alessio told me I forced you to hold my hand, and um.... that I claimed you were mine."

"Yes."

"I really didn't mean to say that. I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to throw myself at you and—--"

"You're fine Matteo. I know it was the drugs."

"But—-"

"Go rest. You've had a rough night."

"But Caio—"

"Let me get you a drink of water, then you can go lay down."

"Are you not going to let me properly apologize for my behaviour last night?"

"There's nothing to apologize for. You were unknowingly drugged, and your behaviour is from that."

"Why are you so sure about that, huh?" I said, my head pounding like a drum solo.

"You openly expressed your feelings last night with me. You wouldn't have done that if you were under the influence."

"I did not!"

"Are you sure about that? You held my hand for almost an hour last night, and you said it made you feel better, Matteo. I have no reason to lie about what happened."