MATTEO (book 2)

26. XENA

That girl Malory stares at me with pure jealousy when Matteo leaves. "I can't even be mad at you because I know he's just a whore." She rolls her eyes.

Oh, that's lovely and comforting and not making me over think at all.

"How long have you two..."

"He was my first time. I was 15. From then, ever since... now." She runs her hand through her hair. "We don't date, just fuck."

"You're okay with that?"

"Yeah. He's too... complicated for me but his dicks the best i've had."

Tell me about it.

"Here." She pokes through her bag, handing me a proper shirt.

"Thank you so much." I take his blazer off in front of her, pulling it over my body.

What was a normal shirt on her was a cropped top on me. Sometimes, I hate having big boobs.

"How long have you two been..."

"I don't even know." I run my hand down my face. "I keep meaning to cut it off but I can't... his dick really is just that good." I laugh.

"Oh he has a charm to him too, all the Reigns do." She kicks her feet on his desk. "He's different though. People tend to go for Romeo because of his reputation. People go for Ilaria because she's the only available suitor but him..." She smiles. "He's just different all together."

I'm glad I'm not the only one that sees that.

"He's confusing."

"Oh yeah. The man has had one relationship in his life and it lasted three months in middle school." She shakes her head. "He's a man with specific wants and one of those things isn't an independent female. He'd rather date somebody a housewife."

"Why is that?"

"Their culture... Tradition. Old fashioned but it's what they do. Most of the time they don't marry for love. They marry for childbearers and heirs."

"You know a lot."

"I grew up with them. And I'm good friends with Ilaria. She was supposed to be married at 18 and with a child by now but she's a very... needy girl and none of the men suit her standards." She folds her arms across her chest. "Romeo and Delilah will get married when she's better. They haven't talked about an heir yet but it is possible. Matteo... he just fucks around."

"So I'm not special?"

"You could be. Never seen him lock a door for a girl." She sniggers. "He's difficult though. He has a lot of problems."

"I barely know him, to be honest. He just... he makes me feel special."

"Join the club." She leans over, grabbing his glass and the drink, pouring herself a glass. "He has commitment issues. Not just to people but he's a very cunning man, and because he's that way he ultimately thinks everyone around him is scheming for his downfall."

"He doesn't present himself to show that. He's so overly cocky, it does my head in."

"Oh yeah. The arrogant. Has he gotten possessive with you yet? He's the... I'm not ready for a relationship but if you dare look in another man's direction I am going to murder him.... type guy."

"Sounds about right."

"He doesn't get jealous though, which is a good thing. He knows any woman would drop their pants for him, and any man is either... also willing to drop their pants for him or stupid enough to try and win anything with him." She downs the drink. "He's an ass, moral of the story, but he's an ass with a great dick and has made me come more times in one night than I had with any other man i've slept with combined." She strands up. "I've got to go. Nice speaking to you."

Lovely. He doesn't just treat me like a goddess in bed. It's every girl.

I should have some self respect, cut things off and get back with my very loving ex-boyfriend who treats me very well.

But instead, apparently, I have no self respect.

I close his door, taking the top off and pulling my pants down. I step out of them and lay across his desk, I snap a picture with my hands bewteeen my legs.

I take one of me sitting on his chair with my legs spread. I take another one with just my tongue sticking out. I look through his drawers, most of them were filled with alcohol, some with sweets, guns, pens and notepads.

I walk over to his closet, more of his clothes. I put one of his shirts on and take a picture in that. Then I just be nosy.

Of course he's the type of guy to have condoms, lube and tissue shoved in a cabinet.

I take some of the condoms out and shove them between my clevage, taking another picture.

This is kind of fun.

The last photo I take is in his mirror in just my panties.

I send them all to him and then put the shirt back on, walking back to his chair.

It was all of five minutes before he replied.

MATTEO: stay in my office, send more.

XENA: no more.

MATTEO: stay there. there's candy in drawer and drinks down the hallway. I'll be back in an hour.

XENA: want me to walk down the hallway naked?

He doesn't respond, but 5 minutes later there was a knock on the door and an older lady walks in. She puts a box on the desk, followed drinks and food, doesn't say a word and leaves.

Did he really get somebody to do that for me?

MATTEO: open the box

I grab a knife from his drawer and slice down the tape, looking at the candle.

XENA: a candle?

MATTEO: Light it for me, pretty. Thank you for the pictures, i'll be home soon.

Confused, I light the candle, leaving it on the corner of his desk.

I open the chips and coke, snacking while I repeatedly rewatch the videos of us fucking.

I do touch myself to them.

I then watch just makeup videos.

It's my day off today, I was supposed to run errands but I guess waiting for him to return will be even better.

An hour turned into two, then to four.

I am so whipped for a man that only uses me for sex. What is wrong with me?

Knowing I'm tired and he probably got caught up doing stuff. I step out of the panties and drop them in his drawer, closing it over. I curl up on his chair and use his blazer as a blanket to sleep.

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