The Underbosses Chef [M/M]

30 - Thirty - Matteo Concetta's Point Of View.

Caio was driving slowly to the club, and it was driving me nuts. Jackson had long passed us, not dealing with Caio's slow ass driving, either.

"Will you just speed? You're driving like an old lady."

"There is traffic, Matteo."

"You are the cause of the traffic." I groaned. It felt like we were going at a snail's crawl and I was suffering. "You drove faster than this when I was drugged."

"They drugged you. I had to speed then."

He finally sped up once we freed ourselves from the traffic and I rolled down the window, enjoying the cool air that was being blasted at my face.

"There are hair ties in the glove box." Caio said, peeling one of my hairs off his face.

"Thanks! I forgot all about them. Remind me I need a haircut too." I got a hair tie out of the pack and pulled my hair up before putting it into a loose bun.

"I like the length of your hair," He bitched, annoyance hanging in his tone.

"Relax. Mi Amore. I'm only having my undercut shaved back. And you won't see it when my hair is down, it's just to take some of the bulk off."

Caio was oddly quiet and realized what I had called him. My love. I wasn't sure what to say to him, at this point, to make things less tense.

"You very rarely speak Italian, it's nice to hear," Caio said, softly, not bringing up the words I used, but he definitely heard them.

"English is easier to use here. Not everyone speaks Italian. Though I do try to use it more when I can."

"I revert to Italian when I am furious—--"

"Oh, I know. I heard you yelling at Lev, remember, over the phone." I hummed.

"Yeah." Caio said.

"Speaking about then, I want you to know that I seriously was just trying to keep you from hitting your head. I had no idea that you would react that way."

"I know. But it was intimate."

"I mean, I understand how, but I was behaving purely. At least at that moment." I said.

"At that moment, yes, you humping my pillows in my bed beside me. However, that was not a pure moment on your behalf."

My chests flushed. I felt embarrassed that I got caught. "We don't have to talk about this."

"You wanted to talk about us having sex, better now than never."

"Sex, Caio, not my indecent behaviour beforehand."

"If it bothered me, I wouldn't have allowed you to go on as long as I did. I also would have kicked you out of my room. I would have slipped my hand between your legs to help you with your problem," Caio said, only watching the road as he drove.

"You were awake longer!" I yelled in embarrassment.

"Yes, a bit before I sighed. I heard you whimper and moan several times before I finally made any noise to alert you."

"Ugh." I groaned in embarrassment and covered my face with my hands.

"Honestly, I knew if I let you go back to the spare room you would touch yourself, and I was fighting that urge myself. It's why I asked you to stay. I wouldn't or rather couldn't have done what you did, not with you in the room." Caio said.

"I thought you were sleeping." I huffed.

"I was till you woke me."

"You should have let me go back to the bedroom." I hissed, feeling backed into a corner and embarrassed.