Seven Things (Portugal #1)

He's annoying to the very core. While she's the perfect example for a dense he'd ever met.

She could enumerate at the count of seven of the things she don't like for a man, specifically pertaining Mateo, the guy that giving her nightmares because of his too good to be true façade.

One. He's a good guy in the eyes of almost people in Arayat, their province where Alex decided to staycation. Good guy in this era? Uh, really?

Two. He's like a heroic icon in the town. Mateo, being a handful help in their area, it sucks for her ears to hear everything about him. It's as if the people won't get tired from Mateo being their topic, ain't it?

Three. He's.... okay. His body is... okay. Okay? Oh goodness. That doesn't give a damn justice on what Alex seeing most of the days. She wanted to stop herself for admiring that beautiful chiseled of his. What the hell? Admiration? She's sick!

Four. He's nice but she doesn't like him being nice. People would take advantage of that from him. Mind telling all about him was that he's the literal good guy she'd known that sometimes that seemed off.

Five. He's too simple for a guy. Her face crumpled seeing him just wearing an over used t-shirt and an old faded blue jeans and yet girls in their area still amazed of how his masculinity taking their breaths away. And he seemed okay about it. He's not even fuckable in her eyes! Right, still denying all his fucking good aspects!

Six. He's a casanova. At least, that's what she tried to believed in. He's dragging every luscious women with him but he's making her feel uncomfortable of how he grazed his eyes on her every curves. Fuck, and she knows that look very well!

Seven. He's an asshole! How come did he maneuvered her world to revolve only for him? She doesn't want to admit it yet. She hates learning the outcome of Mateo's being her cavalier.

She's afraid of that feeling. Afraid of the realization hardly hitting her...

"You make me love you, Mateo."

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