Chapter 4

An inch away from the small woman, Matteo lowered down his head and level his lips inch from her ears. "You can't get away from me this time," he said seductively that made the woman move and face him. That was a wrong move, the tip of her round breast touches his chest.

Suddenly the woman stepped backward upon realizing it. "W-What do you want to talk w-with me?" her voice is shaking.

Matteo sat down and put his arms around his head. "Why did you left?"

The woman averted her gaze from him. "I-If you don't have anything else to say, I'm leaving. I-I still have work to do."

Matteo's right and think brows arced upward. "I already paid your time."

Stunned, she look at him again with disbelief. "What is it this time?" she asks. "You think of me like other girls around?"

"Yes," Matteo lied. Sunday is not like other girls. She's a fully grown woman. He was the one who took her virginity that made him go crazy over her, over night.

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Sunday was stunned again when the man stood up and continuously step forward. And before she could step backward, his strong arms pulled her closer to him. Her body pressed against him which immediately warmed her face.

"L-Let go of me." But her body says otherwise. She don't want him to let go!

'What is it now Sunday! Come on, please come back to your senses!'

"You feel it too right?"

She suddenly came to her senses when his playful smile plastered on his sinful lips. "W-What are you saying." She can't look at him.

"I told you, you can't run away from me this time." That baritone voice ... makes her knees tremble and feel weak.

He walk closer and closer to her while her, stepping back until she get stuck and sat on the sofa.

"N-No ..." she said as soon as his lips touches hers. She want to push him but she went too weak from his kisses. But before she could give in again, she immediately pushed the man. "J-Jerk." She then walk her way out with her chest pounding so hard.

Matteo smirks. " Silly woman, even if you run countless times, I'm still going to chase you. Put that in your mind."

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"Why are you hiding? From who?" Shaina asked Sunday while handing her the tray.

"Can you deliver it to them? Table 3." Sunday asks. The one on the table is Matteo. She got to know his name when Madame Frost called her again earlier after she left the Red Zone. The woman told her that Matteo wanted her to be the waitress to serve him while he's here in the club.

"It's him, right?" Shaina teases while looking at the man. "You go, he looks like he's waiting you already, he's looking impatient," she said while laughing and then turned around and left her with no choice.

"Shaina!"

Sunday had no choice but to bring Matteo's order.

"Please enjoy," she politely said as a waitress and not Sunday who gave her body to him.

"Sit."

"E-Excuse me, but that's not my job here."

Matteo look around. "Really?" He's looking at the waitress sitting on the lap in one of the American costumer.

Sunday look away when Matteo turned to her smirking. "It's their choice. I'm not one of them."

"Really?" His lips arched.

Sunday can't look straight to his eyes. "E-Excuse me but intertaining you is not my job here." Sunday immediately turned around and left. He suddenly felt embarrassed. She didn't know the man but she gave herself to him that she couldn't give it to her own boyfriend. "Stupid, stupid."

When she reached the counter, she turn around again and wish she hadn't done it. Matteo's kissing with one of the bar dancers.

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Matteo immediately averted his face from the woman who suddenly grabbed him and kiss him on his lips. "I'm sorry babe but I'm not in the mood right now."

"Oh, are you changing into a good boy now?" Lorenzo suddenly appeared. "I got you this gorgeous lady and you just rejected her?"

Matteo silently cursed at Lorenzo and gulp on his glass while looking at Sunday talking with a bartender.

"I got something to do." He raked his hair with his hand in the back and stood up.

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While waiting for the order. Sunday sat down when Anderson asked her about her friend, Shaina.

"Hey there little woman." Someone sat next to her, it's Matteo.

"What do you want?" she asked with an irritated voice.

"Well, if you don't want to lose your job, you have to assist me right? I paid your Madame Frost so you will assist me 'alone'."

Sunday's right eyebrow curved upward. "What makes you think I will do that?"

He just click his tounge. "Well, if you don't care then I will tell Madame Frost to fire you right away. You're not treating your costumers well. You all have to do is sit and talk with me. I'm not going to eat you aga ---"

Sunday panicked and quickly covered Matteo's mouth with her hand. "Shut up."

Matteo playfully chuckle. "Then come."

She stood-up and followed the man. She had no choice though.

"Oh, hi," a tall and handsome man with a neat haircut who was sitting in front of Matteo, greeted her. "I'm Lorenzo by the way."

She just smiled at him and sat down a meter away from Matteo. She looked at the man when the disco light hit his face. His brown curly hair that almost touches his neck looks good on him. He's a huge man and by looking at him, he is like a famous idol or what. He looks intimidating not until a playful smile starts to plaster on his face.

"What's with that look. You want to devour me? Oh, please. I'm not stopping you."

Sunday cheek turned red and immediately averted her gaze from him. "W-Who told y-you I w-want to devour y-you." She want to curse herself for stammering to much. "Excuse me but I have to go to the restroom room," she said and then left.

She looked in her reflection in the mirror and put on some foundation and then came out again.

"I got you again." Someone pulled her again inside the cubicle.

"M-Matteo," she said nervously as she look into his hazel brown eyes. He's still holding her arm. "L-Let me g-go." She tries to grab back her arm but he doesn't let it go. "Matteo ..." It's sounds more like a moan when he pulls her closer to him. Her body burned up again into a maximum heat.

"Don't hold it woman." That voice again. A baritone voice that can make a woman to surrender. And his touch giving her fire inside her.

Matteo start kissing her when he didn't a response from her. "Tell me to stop." Slowly, he then reached for the button of her blouse with his trembling hand. "Then I'll stop."

"S-Stop," she said in a shaking voice. But her body don't want him to stop.

Matteo stopped midway from unbottoning her blouse. "Push me, then I'll go." It was almost a whisper.

They were both staring into each other's eyes. Both of them have the same thing in their mind. But Sunday is sure that if she gives in again, she'll regret it later and feel ashamed again.

Sunday put her palms to his chest ready to push him but Matteo smirks and took both of her hands and pinned them on the wall. "But I won't let you go even if you wish." And start kissing her again. A hungry kiss that slowly begun to be passionate.

Matteo let go of her left hand and she froze when she felt it touching her tighs and go upward to her wet womanhood.

"You told me to stop but I know your body says otherwise," he said seductively to her ears that made her moan a little.

"Fuck, you're so wet."

Sunday seemed to go crazy with the sensation she was feeling because of what Matteo is doing to her. He is playing her clit!

'Ah, shit.'

'Why is this so good?'

As much as she want to push him and run outside, she's stuck here, under his pleasurable touch. And the next she knew, she found herself sharing the same heat and welcoming every thrust of Matteo and hear herself moaning.

Matteo reached for her waist and just in a one swift move, she's now facing the wall. And one hard thrust, she felt him inside her again.

She can't believe that she's biting her lips right now because of the pleasure that Matteo is giving her as he continue moving in the back while both of his arms is on her breast.

He gave her a hard thrust which made her moan louder, not afraid that someone might hear them outside.

"Ahhh... Ahhh.."

"Moan my name little woman."

And like a drunk woman, she willingly obliged and moan his name. "Ahhhhh.. Matteo..."

"Fuck, you're making me crazy woman."