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how can i make it up to you, mi amor?

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mattheo and i have spent the past few days ignoring each other because we both know it wouldn't go down well.

i'd yell.

he would yell back.

and nothing would get resolved but since its our second last day he wants to talk? i really don't know but all i know is i got a message from him saying 'let's talk before this gets out of hand'. how about let's get you neutered so you won't want to cheat ! but, nevertheless, i agreed and im on my way to the balcony to go talk to him at 8:30 in the morning.

since i'm not sure how long this will take i'm wearing a simple black bikini with navy blue crochet shorts and slides, hoping to be able to go to the beach.

i slowly open the door to the balcony to see him sitting on one of the seats, leaving the one opposite him free.

i hesitantly sit down with both legs up, his gaze turns to me almost instantly.

"are you actually upset about the other day?" he asks, after a beat of silence, partly facing me, partly looking out to the ocean view.
"yeah, mattheo, i am." i reply, feeling the warm morning sun hit my skin, calming my bubbling anger.
"if i knew it was going to be this big of a deal, i wouldn't have done it." he responds, i hear the sincerity in his voice but i also know his manipulative gaslighting tendencies off by heart.
"you mean cheating? you didn't know cheating on me was going to be a big deal?" i question, cocking my head to the side.

"sereia, we aren't together. i can't cheat on you if we aren't together." he states as if that's the most obvious thing in the world.
"you did that on purpose, didn't you? you didn't ask me out so in case you wanted to go have sex with someone, you could and you could use that as your excuse." i reply in a calm voice.
"you can't prove that." he replies, lighting a cigarette from out of fucking nowhere.

i stand up and grab the cigarette and the lighter from him, he looks at me with a look of confusion and almost disgust.

"this is a serious conversation, you're already not competent when you aren't doing something else." i state, walking inside and placing his cigarette and lighter on the kitchen counter with a slam.

mattheo follows quickly behind me, his hands grasping onto my hips from behind, pulling me close to him, his head dipped down to the crook of my neck.
"how can i make it up to you, mi amor?" he whispers into my ear before pressing gentle warm kisses down my neck.
"mattheo, no." i whisper back, leaning backward into his touch, not making any effort to push him off and continue the conversation.
"then push me off." he replies, gently biting at the skin on my neck. he chuckles quietly before licking a stripe down my neck.
"that's what i thought."

i spin around and his arm pulls my front close to his as he leans in for a kiss before i gently place a finger on his lips.
"this doesn't mean i forgive you, this is the last time i'm ever doing this with you matt, okay?" i clarify.
"sure baby." he replies, before kissing me passionately, like we should've been doing this entire holiday.

one of his hands finds its way down to my ass, his other is behind my head.

i jump up and wrap my legs around mattheo, feeling his boner poking me through the black swim shorts he's wearing. i tilt my head back slightly and gently grind against it, his lips immediately attach to my neck.

"mmh, how do you expect me to concentrate when you're right there wearing next to nothing, those big tits and that perfect ass in my face. and that smart mouth too?" i tilt my head forward again to see his sly smirk.

i begin leaning forward to meet his lips but stand up just before they touch. i grab his large hand in mine and lead him to the bedroom, the one he hasn't been allowed to sleep in for a few days.

i make him sit on the bed as i straddle his lap, slowly grinding my hips against him. his hands quickly grab my hips and begin to guide me on him. i grab the side of his face and lean in.
"take my clothes off, matt." i whisper before connecting our lips, his meeting mine in a hungry and passionate kiss.

i feel his hands fiddle with the strings of my bikini before he undoes them. he quickly pulls away and attaches his lips to one of my nipples, still guiding my hips.

"fuck, cc, you know just how to get me going."

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