Page 11 of Mafia King: Matteo
“Don’t worry about it.”
He zips up his pants and searches for his shirt.
I scramble to get into my clothes so I’m not here alone, but pace myself to leave after him.
“I had a good time. Sorry, this was so brief,” he apologizes. His dark eyes meet mine, and we’re frozen, trapped by our mutual attraction. I don’t want to be the first to look away, nor do I want him to leave, but that’s not how this works.
“The number one house rule is that we do not ‘date’ our sex partners.”
“Even if it’s the most intriguing proposition in the world?”
“You’re that sure of yourself?”
“Are you always this skeptical?”
“Pretty much.”
“Well, I’ll have to prove you wrong.”
“You don’t impress me as a man who has to prove himself to anyone.”
“You’re very astute for someone so young,” he replies, slipping into his expensive Italian loafers.
“Am I?”
“You know you are. And you know that you own every room you walk into. I saw all those men eye-fucking you tonight.”
“I wasn’t interested in any of them.” I hold onto his arm for balance, slipping one shoe on, then the other.
“It’s obvious they’re only boys. I’m not surprised,” he says, turning to leave. “No regrets?”
“No. You?”
“None. Thank you for an incredible night, Angelica. Will you be back?”
“I’m undecided.”
“Fair enough.” He raises my hand to his lips and plants a warm kiss on my fingers before he turns to leave.
After the door closes, I flop onto the bed. Whew. He’s the long drink of water I needed to put out the fire between my legs. Holy mother of God, he’s enormous, and I’m a bit sore, but I want more. I would never be able to say no if he wanted to see me again. I’m playing with fire, but I won’t break the house rule. If it’s meant to be, it will be. If not, I’m so screwed.
I leave the room, gather my belongings from a locker, grab my long coat, and go downstairs. I wait outside for my driver and look around for lurkers or strangers out of place. On the short ride home, I make minimal conversation. All I can think about is the handsome man with mysterious eyes and a reluctant smile.
The driver dropped me at my building and waited for me to safely get inside before leaving. I ride the elevator to my floor and unlock the door to my condo. I’m in a fog as I pour myself a glass of wine and fill the bathtub. The stranger has stirred up some buried feelings. Is it lust that made the sex so intense? Without words, he knew how to turn me on and get me off. That’s a first.
As soon as I dried off from the bath, I texted Izzy that I got home safely. We do this as a safety precaution.
She calls.
“That’s unoriginal.”
“That’s what I said.”
“And?” she asks.
“Well, he wants to see me again, but it’s against the rules. It’s probably a liability thing, but I wouldn’t mind a repeat of tonight.”
“That’s strange.”
