Watching Her

chapter 17: Mateo

SMALL WARNING: This is kind of smutty. Nothing is actually happening, just his thoughts are being displayed. If any of you don't like this, you CAN skip the chapter. 

I hated how they all looked at her. I could see how Jonathan was drooling, that sick old bastard with his cigar. I hated how he had said her name, how he was the first one to acknowledge her. He knew what belonged to me, he knew where he should keep his hands away from and yet he made this decision. 

I knew how to ruin him, he knew as well. He also knew that I would not stop before each and every firm he owned would be shredded until there would be nothing left for his son to earn anymore. A good thing for such a spoilt brat. 

I clenched my fist as she continued to look around. I saw how startled she was. I saw her intentions clearly, I had seen them the first time our eyes had met. Those blue eyes that could cut me off from the rest of the world without her trying. 

Yet, every time our eyes met, something inside her changed. Changed so much that her whole posture and tone was different and I hated it. I did not want her to see me like this. I wanted her to laugh at one of the rare jokes I would make. I wanted her to ignore all the other men in this room except for me. I wanted to see how deep we could both go while bickering at each other. While trying to destroy each other. 

I just wanted her.

Her and the thrill she gave me once I saw a sign that she was nervous in my presence. 

Yet, I kept my voice stern. I did not want her here, this was nothing for her. I wanted her away from all of this, but at the same time so involved that it stressed her the same it stressed me. I wanted her to run from all the stress, to try to escape, but I would pull her back again, make her back slam against me as I held her captured. 

I held my eyes low, looking at what she was wearing. Those leggings that clung to her thighs like skin made me want to rip them off of her immediately. I had not seen these on her before, only dress pants or other loosely fitting once, but these leggings? They were about to tear me down. How her thighs pressed together in awkwardness as she tried to form words in her head. 

How she wanted to hide away from me beneath her oversized hoodie. How her ponytail hung from the tie, perfectly for me to wrap around my wrist and pull her head up to look at me. How her eyes would meet mine while I would find pure fear watching my every breath. Those big, round blue eyes with a green spot near the pupil. 

I wanted to hear her voice. I wanted to hear her beg to me while I pulled harder.

I wondered if she would ever have enough confidence. I knew that she was trying to hide it, but her poor attempts only made me chuckle deep inside. I knew how nervous I made her. How she tried to deny it.

How she could not help but stare at me every time. Stare at my tattoos, stare at my eyes that would always only search for her. 

But she could not, her body was telling something different. And she could not betray her body, she could not lie about it. 

"Do you need anything, Celine?" That was the first time I felt her name on my tongue. It felt... different. I had never said a woman's name like that before and it felt like somebody had tasered me from the back. Like my enemy just stabbed me, but it was one of the most deepest feelings I had ever felt. I wanted to repeat her name, over and over again. 

I wanted to whisper it in her ear while she whimpered. I wanted to shout out her name so much that it made me angry. I wanted to be the only one calling her. The only man feeling the letters on her name in my mouth every time I said it. 

Jonathan would regret coming before me. I would make him regret it. 

I turned my attention back to her, as if I could ever not concentrate on this girl once she stepped into the room. 

The moment I saw her, I knew that she would follow me, belong to me, only love me. I would make sure of it.

"No, actually I didn't. Thank you though." It surprised me that her voice did not hesitate once, that she did not stutter. I leaned back in my chair, arms crossed in front of my chest as I watched her turn around and leave the room.

"She surely does have her assets." Antonio whistled once the door fell closed behind Celine, making my jaw clench once more. I knew what he meant, the perfect shape of her curves could not be ignored by any person, even if they tried. This ass that I wanted to see perked up, ready for me. 

Only a small ounce of what was actually her body could be seen in her typical day wear and I hated her for hiding it in front of me. I wanted to claw at her thighs, feel them as my hand was between them. Feel her soft skin while our eyes never lost each other. 

I needed to contain myself, but she made it so fucking hard for me.

"Say it again and I'll cut off your tongue." I muttered, loud enough for one of my younger business partners to hear. Only he dared to make such a comment, he was practically family, but that did not mean he was aloud to talk about her like that.

His breath stopped in his throat only for a second as I looked at him, showing that I meant exactly what I had said to him. He knew I did not joke about things like this, so he stopped. 

Yes, shorter chapter than the others, but I'm so lost with writing out of a man's perspective. I don't know how to do it. 

I don't want him to sound too much like I'm writing from a girls perspective, but yeahhhh.

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