The Sweetest Temptation
Chapter 246: Late

Chapter 246: Late

What is he thinking fixing both of us in one room?! What am I saying, of course he did it to save costs, as well as make sure we are both comfortable. What is this sudden appetite for easy things?

As the thoughts lingered in her mind, she gave a resigned sigh and settled herself on the sun lounger.

"No sir, please, forgive my inquisitiveness. I will get dressed and prepare your schedule for tomorrow."

With three long strides, Matteo closed the distance between them, snatched her wrist and twisted her to face him. She lost her stance and crashed into him, her almost unclad body closing in on his, fully clothed.

"Why do you apologize? I quite like it," he declared in a voice fuelled with impatience, his hand skimming the bare skin of her abdomen, and closing at the small of her back.

"W – what’s that?" Her voice faltered due to his closeness.

"Your inquisitiveness." He whispered, grazing his palm on her face and trailing into her wet hair. Her eyes lost focus, fluttering shut as he pulled her face toward his.

And then there was a long pause.

He looked at her lips, puckered and ready to be taken. Her face had an expression of complete abandon. Her body pushed him to do things he never imagined himself doing.

His breathing was ragged from strain as his need became evident, nudging through the materials of his pants, and against her bare thighs.

But he had told himself one last time. Another moment of abandon would mean sure addiction.

He slid his hand from her back, gliding over her hip, and off her body. The sudden absence of his touch caused her to open her eyes.

"We will be meeting the client tomorrow, so you should go to sleep." He said tersely, and without sparing her a second look, he walked back into the room.

Fucking tease, who the fuck does he think he is?!

She was left in a state of confusion that made her head hurt. Matteo was going to be her sure death if she did not do something about the useless things he made her feel with merely fleeting touches.

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The caress on Stella’s cheek was almost surreal, gentle to the touch, unexpected. It caused her to open her eyes in order to see its source, but she could not see who it was due to the bright light on her line of sight.

But she could tell that it was a man. He was hovering above her, his elbow propped him up so he could stare directly at her. And then the light began to fade... Matteo.

She smiled broadly, welcoming his touch as she leaned in for more. He began to lower his face to meet hers, she closed her eyes, expectant of the one thing she had craved all night – but it never came.

She opened her eyes once again to see what held him from going all in, but when she did, she came face-to-face – with Nolan.

"Wake up, sleepy head." He yelled in her face, laughing sinisterly.

Her eyes flew open, filled with a horror that wracked her body in sweat, but she couldn’t care less. All that laid in her mind was confirming if she was still in a dream.

She jerked her head sideways, scanning the room for any form of disturbance. Other than her phone that was ringing beside her pillow, and the steam in the bathroom signifying Matteo’s activity, there was nothing else. Besides, what use was there in worrying when it’s clear that he was not in Chicago?

She sighed and placed her palm against her forehead. How long will the nightmares go on?

When the fog in her head began to clear, that was when she heard the ringing clearly. She hadn’t figured it was a call until she realized where she was and what Matteo had told her before they went to bed.

Oh fuck! Fuck!! Fuck!!

She snatched the phone from the bed and picked the call. "Yes, this is Stella speaking," and then she waited.

"Get ready in thirty minutes and come to the restaurant." Matteo said in an urgent tone and hung up the call without a reply.

Yes boss.

***

Matteo glanced at his watch once again and then at the entrance to the restaurant. He had chosen this spot because of its convenience and the fact that he wouldn’t have to go through the hassle of enduring the traffic if the meeting got cancelled. And from the looks of it, it seemed very likely, because after telling him he would be available in thirty minutes time, the client had not appeared and it was forty minutes past the time of discussion.

I will give him the benefit of twenty more minutes. I don’t have time for this. He thought to himself. And where is Stella?

He scrolled through his call log and checked his time of call. Also forty minutes ago. He decided to dial her number but just when he did, the client walked through the door, all smiles and waving at him.

"I’m really sorry, I got caught up in traffic," He chuckled nervously as he took his seat. The buff looking dark-skinned gentleman looked like a fitness enthusiast. A simple T-shirt that hugged his unusually toned muscles and a pair of pants that hovered just below his ankles made him more like a low-key kind of man. He chuckled nervously as he took his seat.

"It’s alright, some people ditch the meeting altogether when they realize. Good morning, Mr. Gerald." Matteo replied with a warm smile as he got to his feet and held out his hand. The man took his hand in a firm shake and Matteo returned to his seat. But before he began the discussion, he took an excuse from the man and opened his phone, expecting to see some sort of message from Stella. But there was nothing.

He began to call her.

The familiar ringtone of her phone echoed in the massive space, alerting a few ears including his and his companion. However, it was not her phone that attracted attention – it was the way she looked, and she did not know that.

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