The One I Want

11. Special

Matteo's pov

"Mr. Brody." Gio says to the man once we walk into a office. Mr. Brody is a short guy with dirty blonde hair that has a few grey hairs, a round face, brown eyes, and what I think looks like elf ears but I'm probably just seeing things. His hair is slicked back which makes me wonder what grease he uses.

"Mr. Manuel I've been expecting you." They both shake hands and he looks at me. A look with curiosity.

"Who might you be young man?" Panicking a little, Gio looks at me and I bite my lip.

"My name is Matteo Tommaso. It's nice to meet you." I hold my hand out and he shakes it and gives me a smile. We let go of each other's hand, and Mr. Brody looks at Gio.

"Dovrebbe essere qui?"

Translation: should he be in here

Gio looks at me before responding to whatever Mr. Brody said.

"Lui è innocuo."

Translation: he's harmless

Nodding, they talk about business but in a different language. I guess they don't want me to know what's being said. It's not like I have people to run to and tell.

Getting bored, I go and sit on the couch that's by the mini fridge. I want to get something to drink, but I'm too lazy to get back up.

Laying my head on the armrest, I close my eyes and in 5 minutes, I find myself being taking down into a dark abyss.

Giovanni's pov

"Perché stai tirando indietro dall'accordo?" I ask.

Translation: why are you backing out of the deal Ron

"Perché la mia azienda sta fallendo. Mi è stato offerto un affare migliore con qualcun altro."

Translation: because my company is failing. I've been offered a better deal with someone else.

I look over and notice Matteo is asleep, so I decide to talk in English.

"Why didn't you just tell me? You know I would've helped you out." Ron, my best friend from college stares back at me before sighing.

"Van when have you ever known me to ask for help?" I give him a pointed look but can't help and agree. He's right. He's never asked for help, unless someone offered it. Ron's stubborn as hell, and he's the only one to call me Van.

"What's the other company who have you the deal?" I go over to my mini bar, and prepare us both a glass of scotch.

I pour a little more in mines. Closing the bottle, I walk back towards Ron and hand him his glass.

"It's called Roman Enterprise. It's run by a guy from Russia." I just nod my head and take a sip of my drink.

"So who's the lucky guy?" Ron asks and turns to look at Matteo who now has his legs up on the couch and his back is facing away from us.

"I don't really know him that well, but me and the guys were out one night and as we were walking out of the restaurant, Matteo crashed into Blake. Literally crashed into him. He was being chased by a old man and he was threatening to fuck him and even said he was gonna fuck us. We saved his life that night." Looking up at Ron, he gives me a crazy wide eye look.

"Damn. So I take it he's homeless?" Nodding my head, I let my eyes roam over Matteo's sleeping figure.

"Bud, all I got to say is be careful. Take this one slow. You remember what happened last time." I shudder at the thought of my past relationship with a guy. It didn't end so well.

"I'll take this slow but I think he's warming up to me." Ron flashes me a smile and I arch an eyebrow at him.

"What?" He shakes his head not answering my question. Giving him a glare, he finally answers.

"It's just that you've never brought anyone to work with you. Matteo must be special." Biting my lip, I stare at Matteo's ass. Liking how it looks so round.

"Yes he is." I murmur.