You Are Mine

Chapter 3

“Where’s your room?” he asked again. But I tangled my head in his chest, as tears rained my eyes. I wanna go back home. This is not the place I’d call home.

“Is she-is she crying? Why’s everyone running out here?” dad spoke up to Mateo, with no idea about what happened in his lovely summer backyard.
Mateo stood still in the middle of our French looking old hall holding me in his arm, like a bodyguard, a knight, and a man who doesn’t care about the world and letting me hide my face in his muscular chest like a grown helpless baby I was at the moment. What can I do, it’s not my fault that my tears weren’t stopping, and I couldn’t show my face to my dad like this or else he would think that I just came back home and caused a scene and now victimizing the situation. And the thoughts made it even worse-I can’t stop the water flowing out my eyes. I was trying hard but couldn’t.

“Oh its nothing. I’ll just take her to her room.” Mateo replied.
“Oh, Mateo you have to, um you know…. well, there was a misunderstanding so she and her best friend Mateo are staying together in her room.” Great.

WHY GOD WHY ME? Out of every man in this world you had to send your gift, Mateo, to me!? The real one!
And like a shameless woman I am. I was still clutching my ex-shirt and hiding my face in his perfectly built-up chest. Now from embarsment. The image of me and Jake sleeping together, changing dress together in the same room, would have cringed Mateo to death. I bet.
But I had a plan which was, one night I’ll sleep on floor and other night he will!
“I see. Then I’ll take her to my room. Since I am here now.” He said calmly, with a possessive undertone. That can be easily seen through and heard from. Even if you were in hell, you could hear the possessive undertone of Mateo on Earth, in France, holding me in his arms. In our 20 years old French looking hall.
And hearing upon his words I felt good! I can’t bare another second under the same roof Thea is. So even if that mean’s I’ll have to spend my night with my ex. In his room. Who is also the employee working under me. I’m perfectly fine.
“Oh yeah, sure. Take her away with you anyway.” Dad’s word landed out like I was some kind of trash, whosoever takes me that’s fine as long as I am not stinking on their head.
I feel like shit. I don’t belong here with these peoples. I wanna go back at my hometown- Manchester, where I am who I am. Where I enjoy my best friend company, where I love to act all bossy around Matteo. Not like this. I am vulnerable here, helpless at my own home. I wanna go back to my home where Helena’s coffee shop’s vanilla latte and dark-chocolate cupcake is the way to start my day.
Home isn’t where you feel like shit, and get judged for even talking. Hell, home is not the place, where you have to talk for your ‘defense’ like you are standing in the court room, and your whole family is pampering an only dramatic ass of the house.

I couldn’t stop crying as my tears wet his right-side chest cloth, it became like butter paper where his creamy coffee looking skin color was visible. Dang, how long it has been since I have seen what he is hiding beneath those formal shirts and suits he wear when he enters the office.
Oh someone slap me! out of all the concerns I am again drooling over what’s not mine.
But wait- he’s gonna think I am such a ‘yuck’ girl. Like I literally cried river and made it wet. My face crumbled like paper just thinking about what he’d be thinking around as he started to walk out. Probably.

“Don’t worry about it getting wet. Take the arms if you want to sob.” The man literally replied to my inner question. With his manly voice, that sounded rough as fuck but words so sweet that it melted my heart. Again.
He opened the car door, and placed me inside gently.  He lend his right hand forward, “I can stand still if you want…should I? You can take this sleeve as well.” he asked calmly. And I nodded my head as, ‘No.’ He stood there for a second scanning my red puffy face, before he decided to lock the car door for me.
I rubbed my red puffy eyes and nose. But Thea’s word already did shit to my mental state. Like I couldn’t ignore, and the way dad just told to Mateo. Mateo will come to know how worthless I still am in my own family, and what a nobody I was. I didn’t want him to see me at my weakest points of life ever again. Because I can handle it on my own. I wanted to show him that nothing affects me anymore but….
He sat at the driver seat, and without any word, he gave his arm if I wanted to cry more. But…it did affect me. it will always affect me, so I took hand to my eyes. Because I couldn’t suppress my emotions any longer. And I busted into another bucket of tears. This time I sobbed hard.
All the memories came out raw. The way mom gave stupid benefits to Thea in the house, and every time I got to wear old clothes of her which she’d always buy but never wear, and I get to wear that, because Thea wanted new clothes now and she was bored looking at the same thing in her closet, one day I wore new pair of jeans and top from her closet she yelled out, jerking the shit out of me, ‘you are the maid, you don’t have anything of yours. Always wearing my cloths.’
The way my dad used to bring freshly baked croissants for her alone and all I was said was to wait, then whatever the leftover was, I got to have it.
And all that Alain became the pillar and made all my sorrows vanish away. God always made sure to send people in my life at my worst times and I’ll forever be grateful to that.

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I finally let go another arm. Making both of his hand and a side of chest wet in tears. I was feeling quite good now.

Mateo didn’t pull up the topic of what I was doing with Jake here, why did I fake him around as my boyfriend, or why I was sharing my room with Jake.
Instead, he pulled his car around the town and stopped quite far away from my home to a street food shop. “Hungry?” his voice was soft and gentle. And I nodded because I was fucking very hungry. “Want me to bring it here? Or you wanna come out?” he asked innocently. Yes, the jerk ex of mine spoke up super innocently. Who walked out on my identity once, was now being the softest and gentle being of the earth. Who thought this day would come, and I’d get to see his innocence again. No one.
“Mateo. I am in robe. White robe. Looking like a girl ran away from the middle of the bath. With wet hairs, just because she was hungry” I laughed at my own comment, as he smiled plainly looking at me. His gaze was soft, better than moon or stars above us. He looked at me as if I looked like Cinderella in that plain white bathrobe. He wasn’t blinking for once but just staring at me like a masterpiece, I surely wasn’t.

“Let the world think what it wants to. I find you beautiful and precious in this robe. Who cares about bunch of people who you will never be going to see again.” His phrase didn’t hit just the answer of this question, but many others as well. It soothed me. Because he was right.

“I wanna come out then. Let’s eat steak.” I said, feeling happy and confident from inside, within a second.

“Anything you like will be placed on the table.” He told. “Anything.” emphasizing on the word, ‘anything’ again. As if he’d bring the world down if I’d tell him to.

“And how many more companies did you said that too?” we chuckled, in the intense atmosphere. Gosh the interview.
When he walked in the cabin in his black Armani suit, it made me wonder who was really jobless here me or him? because who the fuck wears expensive Armani suit to a job interview, until and unless you are the owner. And seeing him walk back into the place made me question things that not just implied to ‘official’ work related one but to our past as well, I rememeber vividly that I asked him, “And when are you planning to leave this company for others?”, “How many more companies would you shift, to find the one for you?”, and, to his every impressive replies, I said, “And how many more companies will you say this too?”
I was planning to throw him out but Jake walked in, read his resume…and rest is history. The man never does anything right. Except opening the literary agency where we work.

“Only one.” He answered this time, instead of putting his head down like he did in the interview. He said it looking straight in my eyes this time. My breaths got heavier, with what he said, “you were the one and only I am talking to. And just as I promised, if any other girl except you tried to come in my life imma say hell no.”

I smiled. He remembered it. It has been two years now when he said that to me.

Within a swift, his lips devoured mine. At first the kiss was gentle and hot but soon it got rough and passionate. His tongue danced with mine, as he cupped my face. “Fuck I missed how you tasted” he said in his breaths, and crashed again, like I was a feast of the lion. I couldn’t control now anymore, as my hands groped his hair into strong fist, I bit his lip down and sucked the way up tasting what mines. The kiss he planted claimed an ownership on me. as he pulled out.
Fuck that was hot. I want more. “You can’t leave me unsatisfied now.” I licked my lips. Because fuck. I missed how he tasted too. How he tasted mine.
He gently lifted my chin, scanning every feature of my face, like I was the tressure, peaceful than full moon nights, “Princess, that’s your punishment for taking Jake as Mateo, and then you even dared to share the room with him.” his hands cupped my right cheek, while his thumb started circling around. “You are now going to stay with me. you are not allowed to go back in the same room as his.” He leaned in, to give a peck on my lip. “Got it.”