The Sweetest Temptation
Chapter 254: [Bonus - ] A fight

Chapter 254: [Bonus Chapter] A fight

The drive to the hotel was shrouded in an eerie silence, drowning Stella in a wave of anxiety she had never quite experienced before. A peculiar sense of nostalgia washed over her, reminiscent of her past with Nolan. There were moments they would venture out together, much like her outing with Matteo. Yet, those occasions would abruptly come to an end, with Nolan pressing in too closely, insisting they had to get going.

Upon returning home, he would subject her to a barrage of accusations, convinced she had been flirting with other men when in reality, she had merely longed for his protection as her boyfriend. Tonight’s situation bore similarities, although Stella was very aware that she was at fault this time. Still, she couldn’t shake the assurance that she was safe. Despite everything, she knew she was in safe hands.

Or was it only because they were not in a committed relationship? What if Matteo turned out to be no different from her ex-boyfriend? An unsettling thump resonated within her chest as she turned her gaze to study his profile.

His jaw appeared rigid, likely due to his teeth clenching in an attempt to maintain control. In this moment, he bore an uncanny resemblance to her sulking boyfriend, angered by her innocent dance with a man who happened to be interested in another man.

I want to see the look on his face when I tell him that Mr. Gerald is actually gay. It would make him look stupid, that’s for sure.

The limousine came to a halt in front of the hotel within a matter of minutes. Matteo, without a word, opened the door and stepped out, leaving Stella in a state of stunned confusion. She watched him stride toward the hotel entrance, her mind spinning with questions about his intentions.

His behaviour made no sense because, he had beckoned her to join him, and now he was abandoning her in the car.

She had thought of calming him down and apologizing for her behaviour. But with what he pulled right here, she would be damned if she opened her mouth to tell him that she was wrong.

"Do you need help ma’am?"

Her brows furrowed with displeasure as she took the chauffeur’s waiting hand, picked the materials of her gown and trotted into the hotel in a most undignified manner.

Upon entering the hotel, Stella caught sight of Matteo acquiring the room key from the receptionist. Determined to address the situation, she disregarded the pleasantries exchanged and hastened after him as he made his way toward the elevator.

"Matteo! Don’t you dare," She called out, her impatience and warning ringing clear in her voice. As he stepped inside the elevator, he watched her approach, struggling under the weight of her cumbersome attire that hindered her movements. However, he remained rooted in place, making no effort to assist her.

His lack of action left her bewildered, her eyes widening and a gasp escaping her lips. What had caused him to turn so cold? Was this the consequence of her playful games with him?

"Are you just going to stand there and watch?!" She exclaimed, her shock and disbelief fuelling a growing anger within her.

Despite her pointed question, he continued to stand idly, offering no aid. Stella paused, drawing in a deep breath, attempting to regain her composure.

"Breathe, Stella. It’s not a big deal. It’ll all..." Her internal prayer was abruptly interrupted as he grasped her wrist, forcefully pulling her into the elevator. Caught off guard, she lost her balance and collided against his chest, a surge of pleasure coursing through her as she felt the firmness of his muscles enveloping her. He swiftly pressed the button for the penthouse, using one arm to support her and prevent her from resting entirely against him.

"Never mind, I’ll manage," she murmured, discreetly adjusting her dress that had shifted slightly, revealing the heavily displayed contour of her cleavage.

The ride to their room felt agonizingly slow for Matteo as his inner rage threatened to consume him. He seethed with anger, directing his fury at himself for giving in to Gerald’s advances, for even entertaining the idea of accepting the invitation in the first place. But above all, he burned with a fiery rage at the sight of Stella, clad in an alluring outfit that seemed designed to bewitch, and allowing another man to lay his hands on her.

He was reminded of the scent of his own cologne lingering on her, a scent that should have acted as a deterrent for any other suitor. Yet, it proved futile in keeping the intruders at bay. Stella had purposefully provoked him, not only sharing a dance with that bastard, but by going further, boldly stepping before him and leaning in for a kiss –

A goddamn kiss for fuck’s sake!!!

"You know for a man that was so keen on pushing me away after sex, you did not strike me as the type that’d get possessive over something that’s not theirs." Stella’s words cut through the air, laced with a chilling disregard for emotion as she confronted him.

"You will do well to hold your tongue until we –"

"Excuse me?! Hold my... hey, Mr. Quinn or whatever your name is, I might’ve accepted a shit ton of bullshit from you from the start, but I will not sit back and have you treat me like a –" Before she could unleash another torrent of anger, Matteo swiftly acted, his arm shooting out to encircle her waist, forcefully yanking her toward him. The suddenness of his action sent them both stumbling forward, their bodies colliding with the wall. Stella instinctively shut her eyes, bracing herself for the worst, her face turned away in anticipation for the worst.

Silence filled the space as Matteo held her captive against the wall, his eyes raking over her. Then, unexpectedly, a deep chuckle rumbled from his chest.

His laughter subsided, leaving behind a husky tone as he spoke, his voice laced with both anger and desire. "You go out of your way to provoke me and then retreat when faced with the consequences. Is that what you call a fight?"

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