My Mafia Husband

CHAPTER 22

"Fine," he said finally, his tone grudging but not entirely hostile. "We'll play your game. But don't expect me to make a fool of myself. I won't be playing the role of the lovesick idiot."

I tried to hide my shock and excitement at Matteo's agreement, keeping my tone neutral as I replied. "Of course not. I expect nothing less from you. Let's see if you can pull off the perfect husband act for a month. But remember, one slip up and the game is over."

Matteo's lips curled into a smirk, his competitive spirit shining through as he accepted my challenge. "Challenge accepted," he said, his eyes gleaming with a mix of determination and defiance. And with that, our game was on.

The next morning I got up and I took a quick shower brush my teeth make myself beautiful and I decided to prepare the breakfast for Matteo.

The smell of freshly brewed coffee and the sound of sizzling bacon filled the kitchen, making sure everything was perfect for Matteo's breakfast. I stood back to admire my handiwork, feeling a mix of excitement and trepidation at the thought of starting our game of pretend.

I walked up to his door with the tray and knocked on the door.

A moment later the door swung open, revealing Matteo, already dressed for the day in a sharp business suit. His eyes flicked to the breakfast tray in my hands, his expression unreadable. "What's this?" He asked gruffly.

"Your breakfast" I said

Matteo took the tray from my hands, his expression softening slightly as he noticed the spread of food I had prepared for him.
"Breakfast in bed," he muttered gruffly, a hint of begrudging appreciation in his voice. "I see you're really getting into this game of yours."

"Yes, you need to be in shape for this morning" I replied.

Matteo set the tray down on his bed and sat down, eyeing the food spread out before him with curiosity. "I hope this isn't poisoned," he muttered half-jokingly, a wry smile playing on his lips.

I couldn't help but laugh at his jest, shaking my head. "It's safe," I assured him. "I wouldn't try and poison you, you know I like your pretty face." Matteo seemed momentarily taken aback by my compliment, his eyes widening briefly before he quickly regained his composure.

Matteo's cheeks flushed slightly at my compliment, and he quickly turned his attention to the food to hide his momentary surprise. But I couldn't help but notice the small smile tugging at the corners of his lips, a hint of vulnerability showing through his usual facade of aloofness.

As he began to eat, I stood there awkwardly, not sure what to do next. I suddenly became aware of the intimacy of the situation, the two of us alone in his bedroom while he ate the breakfast I had prepared for him. It felt too intimate, too familiar, and I could feel my heart racing with a mix of nervousness and excitement.

Matteo's gaze flicked up to me, studying me with his piercing eyes. He seemed to sense my discomfort, his expression softening slightly as he spoke. "You look like you're waiting for something," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Are you waiting for me to say thank you or something? Or are you just enjoying the view?"

His words broke through the tension, and I couldn't help but chuckle nervously. "Just making sure you're not about to start choking or anything," I teased playfully. "Can't have my husband dying on me on the first day."

Matteo raised an eyebrow at my use of the word "husband," a flicker of amusement in his eyes. "You're really committed to this game, aren't you?" he said. "Don't worry, I'm not going to choke. But I am enjoying this breakfast. You're not half bad in the kitchen after all."

His response caught me off guard, and I felt a flutter of warmth in my chest at his compliment. Was he actually appreciating my efforts? Or was it just part of the game? I couldn't quite tell, but either way, I couldn't deny the strange feeling of contentment that washed over me at his words.

The room fell silent as we both became lost in our own thoughts, the only sound that of Matteo's cutlery clinking against his plate. I found myself studying his features as he ate, taking in the sharp lines of his jaw and the stubble that had begun to grow on his chin. He was attractive, there was no denying it.

Matteo must have sensed my gaze on him, because his eyes flicked up to meet mine, a teasing smile playing on his lips. "You like what you see?" he asked, his tone playful and mocking.

I felt a blush creeping up my cheeks at his question, and I quickly glanced away, feeling embarrassed at being caught admiring him. But I couldn't help but notice the way his eyes twinkled with amusement, as if he was enjoying my discomfort and the fact that he was actually affecting me.

What am I doing? Why am I even admiring him? I hate him.

My inner voice snapped me out of my momentary distraction, reminding me of my true feelings towards Matteo. I gritted my teeth, frustrated with myself for letting my guard down for even a moment. But when I glanced back at Matteo, his gaze was elsewhere, his expression unreadable as he finished the rest of his breakfast.

I took a deep breath, steeling myself and reminding myself that this was just a game. I forced a smile onto my face, trying to act like nothing was out of the ordinary. "So, what's on the agenda for today?" I asked, trying to keep my voice casual.

Matteo looked up at me, his expression serious once again. "I have a busy day at the office," he said. "But I expect you to be ready to play the part of the loving wife this evening. I'm taking you out for dinner at a fancy restaurant."

My heart skipped a beat at his words, but I forced myself to remain calm. "Alright, I'll be ready," I said with a nod. "What should I wear? Something fancy, I assume?"

Matteo gave me a critical look, his gaze trailing over my casual outfit. "You could certainly use a touch-up in the fashion department," he said, his tone mocking and condescending. "I'll send you a dress to wear. Make sure you look presentable."