The Sweetest Temptation
Chapter 245: Tension

Chapter 245: Tension

Matteo threw his head back and sighed as he walked into the room. Dealing with the prospect was a hassle, but it was a big deal that was sure to turn up a whole lot of revenue for his real estate business, which was why he had to go all in dealing and discussing. But it had cost him his strength. He was completely depleted and was in need of a long bath.

However, he heard a disturbance coming from the balcony. Instinctively, he took a couple steps backward, sticking his hand into his coat as he retrieved a pistol, and a silencer from another. Slowly, and quietly, he installed the silencer, taking ginger steps as he made his way toward the balcony, where he had heard the splashing sounds.

He holds out the nozzle of the gun, pointing forward as he made his way into the swimming pool space. But when he was just about to call out, he was greeted by Amazonian seductive sight of scars and feminine beauty emerging from the water. The silky effect of pressured water cascading down her alluring back view gave her skin a likeliness to marble – like an actual Greek goddess.

Stella climbed out of the pool, unaware of the company she had. She walked toward the sunlounger that faced the balcony entrance, where she had placed her towel. And when she turned to take her seat, that was when she saw him.

"Oh fuck!" She exclaimed, jerking abruptly and reaching her hand to her chest when she discovered his sudden presence in the space.

"You scared the living shit out of me!" She said without thinking.

"I didn’t know you cursed," Matteo said with a light chuckle that made her heart flutter.

"Oh," she said in a soft voice that mirrored her embarrassment in the moment. She placed her fingers on her lips and looked away, anywhere but his face.

Me and my big mouth, fuck!

But then, her eyes widened when a realization suddenly dawned on her. She jerked her gaze to meet his, her eyes raking past the silencer in his hand to the space behind him.

"Why do you have that, sir?" she asked cautiously, clutching the tiny towel unconsciously to her form.

"What – oh, yeah, my apologies," he said as he put the gun away, stuffing it back into his coat.

"There’s no one here, why did you have it out in the first place?" She asked, returning back to drying off the water on her body. But this time, her movement was tense with awareness. Matteo was watching her do her thing, and as much as she wanted to pretend that he was not there, she was so aware of his eyes boring into her back – studying her scars.

Oh God, I think I prefer death right now.

But what was he doing here in the first place?

Suddenly coming to that realization, she turned to face him once again. She was not aware that he had taken quiet steps to where she stood. And this time, they were only a few feet away from each other. She swallowed moisture and glanced at the pool, and then the sky, and finally meeting his gaze, completely at ease, but not humoured.

"I did not know this was your room sir. When I came in, I was directed here."

"I told them to." His statement attracted a confused stare.

"I don’t understand," she replied with a questioning tone, beckoning him to explain further.

"This is where you’ll be sleeping." He added in a clear tone, hinting that he will not be questioned on the matter any further.

Stella stared in bewilderment, wondering what wild make him make that choice.

"I don’t understand, sir..." her words faltered when he closed the distance between them, his eyes still locked with hers.

"Do you have a problem?" his gaze was piercing, deliberately into her soul, burrowing deep and affirming the fact that he had a strong hold on the sanity of her mind, maybe her very soul. But there was something else she noticed, a type of look that was awfully familiar. It mirrored the stare that he had given her just before he buried his cock in her depths.

There’s no way he still wants me after all the mixed signals.

She turned her back to him and placed the towel over her head, basking in the comfort that came with shielding her blushing face from his line of sight.

"How did it go, sir?" she asked, her voice muffled from the cloth over her mouth.

"What do you mean?" His voice was distant, an evidence that he had created a little distance between them. She pulled the towel from her head and turned to face him.

"The meeting," she replied.

"It went well," he replied simply, still walking back I to the sitting space.

"Just well, sir?" When she posed the question, he stopped abruptly and turned on his heels to face her. His gaze raked over her form, and that was when he took notice of her entirely. With the lights placed in strategic areas of the swimming space, he was graced with a very clear sight of the woman that drove him wild, and he noted with that familiar satisfaction that he now understood why it was so hard for him to get over her.

Her sexiness was beyond her innocent face bearing a look of wild lust, her curves were so defined he could almost feel its smoothness in his hands as he raked his gaze over them. The dips of her waist had very slight bumps in each side, signifying the little bit of flesh in her stomach. She had just the right mound of flesh to satisfy, to sate, to devour.

The evidence of her sex, the hollow gap between her thighs, was even more enticing to view. The memory of her wetness remained a vivid memory that delighted him even in this moment of forced distance. All the while, he made certain not to make it clear that he was basking in her easy seduction.

"Were you expecting something else?" He asked with humor in his tone. Her skin prickled when she heard the rich baritone laced with huskiness. Try as she might, it was simply tough to maintain sanity under his scrutinizing stare.

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