Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 48087 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 240(@200wpm)___ 192(@250wpm)___ 160(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48087 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 240(@200wpm)___ 192(@250wpm)___ 160(@300wpm)
Luca left and shut the door behind him, and I walked around anxiously. I finally sat in one of the overstuffed chairs and bounced my leg, staring at the door and willing it to open so I could get this over with.
And after what felt like an eternity, the door opened and Matteo stepped inside.
He walked right to the bar and poured himself a drink, but I didn’t miss how he swayed slightly and had to balance himself with a hand on the wall.
Brows knitted, I said, “Matteo?”
Matteo’s shoulders stiffened. But he didn’t look at me, not until a solid minute had passed.
“I think we should talk.” I just got right into it. “I want to talk about this…us.”
“There is no us,” he responded right away.
That hurt far stronger than I thought it would.
“Will you please look at me?” My voice shook, and I didn’t even try to hide it. “Please.” God, why did I have to sound so desperate?
Because I’ve fallen in love with him, that’s why.
He turned around after he threw back a shot. The first thing I noticed was how drunk he truly was. His eyes were glossy and red-rimmed. He crossed his thick arms over his wide chest and stared at me.
“What do you want to talk about?” He cocked one of his eyebrows. He sounded so bored, so irritated with me.
“I want to talk about us,” I whispered.
“Stupid girl,” he snarled. “Still thinking there was anything more between us than hardcore fucking.”
I didn’t let his words sink deep enough to hurt or at least that’s what I told myself. But it was inevitable. I opened my mouth, but no words came through, lodged in my throat because I felt this tightening in my chest.
He chuckled. “Oh, you poor, little thing. Did you think I wanted anything more from you than your pussy?” He tsked. “I felt nothing for you aside from the moments I was buried deep in your cunt and blowing my load into your body. After that…you were nothing to me once more.”
His dark, apathetic look made everything in me hurt.
“It doesn’t seem like you felt nothing for me.” I regretted the words after I said them because I knew his response would be even more painful. “Just like that?”
He grinned. “Just like that.”
I hated that my eyes were watering. Fuck him. Fuck these feelings. All of this is nothing but an illusion.
“I’ll remind you I paid for these two weeks. You were nothing but my whore.”
My anger replaced the hurt, and I narrowed my eyes.
“So you’ll leave today. All the account information will be given to you, and Luca will take you wherever you want to go.”
“You’re absolutely right.” I straightened my shoulders and lifted my chin. I stood and said in a low voice, “Fuck you, Matteo. Glad I won’t have to see you again for the rest of my life.”
Before I could break down and cry, I left the library and headed to my room, but before I could get there, I heard the library door open and slam shut.
I only made it a handful of steps before I heard the heavy fall of footsteps approaching, and then someone grabbed my arm and spun me around.
Matteo stood right in front of me, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled and exhaled fiercely. “Don’t you fucking walk away from me, Liliana.”
I felt my rage boiling to the surface.
“Fuck. You.” I enunciated each word.
He slammed his hands on the wall on either side of my head. "Watch it, little girl, or I’ll show you a side of me I reserve for those I hate.”
There it was. The minute amount of truth he tried so hard to hide. And by the way his eyes flickered, I knew he realized his fatal error. But I was sick of this shit. If he wanted to push me away, then I’d push right back.
“You’re not going to talk to me that way either, asshole. Like you said…” I rose on my toes, still not even were nose-to-nose with him because of his imposing height. “I was just your whore. I’m free to go with an account full of your fucking money. So leave me the hell alone and back the hell up.” I placed my hands on his chest and pushed, but he was like steel in front of me.
“Fucking brat. I should spank your ass and leave pretty bruises.” He lowered his gaze to look at my mouth.
“Don’t fucking threaten me, Matteo.” I thrust a finger against the hard wall of his chest.
The corner of his mouth lifted. “I’m not threatening you, Sunshine. I’m telling you the cold, hard truth. If you knew the kind of man I was, you would never have agreed to stay with me and never have agreed to let me in your body.”