DARK AND SWEET

Chapter Five

The soft sound of the calligraphy pen writing across the piece of white paper on the table filled the large room. Each stroke in sync with his pounding heart beat. Anxiety crawling it's way up to his throat, cutting the supply of air slightly, he loosened the tie on his neck and pushed his chair backwards and leaned on it , he had a meeting in less than thirty minutes and he was so tired, he remembered waking up so late this morning and not having breakfast he didn't even have his everyday routine of morning jogs, initially his alarm had rung but he got so angry at the noise and threw it away now he's going to replace it.
Folding the paper in front of him he thrust it into his pocket, he hadn't seen or heard from his sister for a few weeks now and he hoped she was doing fine as Charlie had claimed.
Damn this was the worst week ever, so occupied with work he rarely even had time to look after himself. Preoccupied with his thoughts, the door to his office swung open and he lifted his head a bit looking up from his laptop placed in front of him, " Sir, the meeting had begun ten minutes ago, everyone is seated waiting for you, When will you be there?" His PA Juana asks. He nodded before shutting his laptop screen, he knotted his tie and put on his suit which complimented his structure "lead the way '' as she walked out of the office with him trailing behind her. He had gotten bad news that morning that he had lost two investors like they had called quits, it had made him furious. Apparently he was meeting some new companies that morning.
His PA took a halt, what now "I'm sorry sir but the elevator is broken" she speaks holding her phone to her chest while looking down at the floor, his brows furrowed. All of them at once, would this day get any better for him…
" I doubt this is the only elevator on this floor Juana, don't tell me they are all broken" he sighs as she shakes her head as a 'no'.
The other worker elevators are not broken, it's just yours".
He owned the entire building so logically it was his.
"I'm also a worker here, when the other is fixed I can continue using it but for now there's an important meeting ahead right now" he said pressing the button to one of the elevators.
It opens and looked at her 'which floor is it on', she bit her lips and replied nervously "it's the fifth floor sir" she answers stepping in right behind him, he hums and presses the button, his office was on the Second floor because that floor gives a nice view of the city.
They got up to the fifth floor and the door opened, stepping out he walked into the meeting room, everyone was seated waiting for him, knowing fully well that they all had their eyes on him, he scoffed as he took his seat at the end of the table "I apologize for my lateness, had some technical issues to attend to, so without wasting much of our time let the meeting begin.

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Matteo sighed as he raked his hair. It's been a rough day and he needed to go somewhere and cool off, at least a bar or a club.
He opened the door to his car and sat down thinking of how his day had just gone, his phone rang in his pocket cutting those thoughts short, smirking at the caller ID, he answered " hey, you ready? I've sent you the location, meet me there in five minutes"
"Yea yeah whatever, I'm dressed I'll be there in a jiffy" Charlie replied and Matteo cut the call.
He had purposely chosen the location himself because the last time Charlie had picked a club was the day he got hooked up with the model lady who had kept stalking his life. And with a sigh he turned on his car and the engine roared with life, taking a last glance at the side mirror he zoomed off the parking space.

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The ride home was quicker, probably because he'd gotten a little bit high and the night breeze was wonderful.
Pulling into his driveway, Matteo parked the car and hopped out, grabbing his suit and office bag. Stepping into the porch he keyed his password and the door opened, he stepped inside,closed the door and immediately he stopped.
A man stood on his foyer, with a picture of him and Camila in his hands. He wore dark clothing;black pants, a matching tee-shirt and boots. A gun shoved in a holster that wrapped itself around his upper thigh. A few strands of dark hair fell over his face , like who the heck was this guy and what was he doing with a picture of him and Camila inside his home.
Slowly he watched as the guy lifted a hand to his head, pressing a finger against the Bluetooth in his ear. And as slowly as he could he muttered 'we have company'.
He dashed, practically flying up the stairs and headed towards his bedroom. In case of emergencies he had a loaded pistol in his closet, one that could have been used in this situation. It would've come handy if he made it there.
But the second he made contact with the top step, he was sent flying backwards.
Gravity took over and he found himself free falling down the steps with his back taking the majority of the abuse. The steps held no mercy on him as he rolled and flipped, losing his sense of awareness he landed on the floor with a breathless daze, he cursed as he was unable to move as pain rippled through him.
His world began to spin and the last thing he saw before he passed out was the front door.

Why hadn't he run out the door when there was still a chance ?

So sorry I haven't updated for a while guys, I had been busy with exams.🙏🥺
I hope you are enjoying the book 😊