You Are Mine

Chapter 8

I stomped my way up in our room. The night got darker but my wrath grew brighter.

What a mannerless family Thea choose to marry under and with! And what the fuck was Mateo even doing!

I turned my face, just when he entered inside-I know we are on trial thing and that should not affect me at all. But didn’t this mf told me he loved me, then why tf didn’t he put that girl on his place!!!!!!

He closed the room door quietly. You are dead Mateo.
“I don’t think I stopped you anywhere around throwing mushroom’s or splashing wines, even though it was all a bit wrong…. then why are you looking at me like that?” HOW CAN HE BE CLUELESS! HOW!
His back pressed to the white expensive wooden door of our room, and eyes filled with green confusions. So, I walked strongly in dark black heels with red jealousy towards him. Without. Stumbling. My. Way.
With each heavy steps in rage, I closed the distance between us, just like he had closed the door around. But unfortunately, he was super tall so I had to grab his collar like a mob again, pulling his neck down for him to level my eyes. “Why the fuck didn’t you shut her flirts down!” I glared, and sounded like a lioness.
His brow raised up, as he made the most innocent face of the year, “she was flirting?” his words were mere whisper, with enough potential to lit this whole hotel up in fire.
My upper teeth dig onto my lower lip to bite the venom in me, as I gulped the anger and bitter words hard.
Can’t decide if I should kick his crotch with my knees or his pointed straight nose with my fist first…
“Come again.” My eyes narrowed as grip on his expensive fabric became so tight that it was seconds away to poke a hole with my sharp recently manicured almond nails.
“Lilia.” He sung my name with slight soft smile spreading around his lips, the softness just acted like water over my built-up rage, “I didn’t even cared what she said. I love you.”

“Mateo.” That’s unfair, Mateo the diplomatic ass knows every and each way to tame fires. And I…I always get played with his words and expensive smile around.
I want to say so much. I want to create a scene. Or maybe break a thing or so. But how could I?
This shameful man standing here handsomely was watching me as if I showed him Olympic gold medal. Those eyes so soft, it kissed my soul. Those cheeks so perfect and smooth that I couldn’t resist anymore- I cupped his face with my bare cold hands, dropping his collar away.
WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO FRAGILE YET AN ASSHOLE?
And in that moment, I made the biggest move. I cupped his face and attracted it closer to mine like a magnet pulling it into the kiss. “Oh I wanna taste you so badly!” I said in my breaths, as smirk formed over on those soft expensive lip.
And just as his nose tip brushed mines-REALITY came crashing down, and I pushed myself aside. “WHAT THE FUCK WAS I GOING TO DO.” My cheeks got burned in redness.

Fuck meeee. “Fuck me.” I sighed as my hands dropped his pretty face.

“Here?”

I looked up at him, since my head dropped due to embarrassment, “Did you say something?”

“How am I suppose to fuck you here-

“SHUT UP.” I covered my ears with cold hand of mine, it’s the first time I am getting double embarrassment at one go. “Mateo Jone. That’s gross!

“Gross? Fucking me is gross?” he folded his handed and placed it on his chest as his hair playfully felled here and there around his eyes and forehead, making him look like a tempting dessert. While he crossed his leg and stood like a GOD!

“Oh my gosh! You know what I mean!” I bite my lips. Where the fuck I am stuck at. “Just drop this dumb act.”

A mocking smirk grew over that beautiful face, “You are getting.” He pressed his lips harder, before deciding to continue, “sexually frustrated.” I could see him clearly chewing onto his own inner cheeks to control his dumb laughter.