5. His silhouette was haunting me. (R+18)

Matthew froze as he saw the familiar back of the man, his heart hammering like a war drum. What the hell? Don’t tell me he’s that guy....

Before his mind could catch up, a hand yanked at his arm. “Matthew, come on, why are you still spacing out?” His friend’s voice cut through the haze, dragging him back to reality. And just like that, the man in black vanished in his sight, swallowed by the club’s shadows.

Matthew’s jaw clenched and teeth grinding. Fuck this stupid bastard. His eyes snapped to the friend who had pulled him. “Okay, okay. Just chill,” he muttered, his every word sharp and coiled with barely contained tension. His friend’s faint smile as he drifted toward the sofa, surrounded by his boy toys that only made Matthew’s blood boil hotter.

Instinct drove him to glance back. The other room, dimly lit and humming with muffled music. The man in black re-emerged, his cap pulled low and his face was hidden. A cold, primal thrill surged through Matthew’s chest. A mix of curiosity, and something darker....something he didn’t want to name.

“Young master!” Theo’s voice cut out, urgent and worried but Matthew ignored him. His gaze was locked, razor-sharp and hunting. He closed the distance with the precision of a predator, grabbing the man’s arm and yanking him into a full turn.

“Ahh!” The man’s startled exclamation pierced the air but the cap still hid his face.

Matthew’s eyes narrowed, suspicion and frustration knotting in his chest. His posture.... it felt wrong. Why does it feel so different? Yet the height, the build....it matched perfectly.

In a single, harsh motion, Matthew ripped the cap from the man’s head and hope flaring in his chest.... only to have it die instantly.

“What do you need?!” the man snapped and irritated.

It wasn’t him.

Matthew exhaled sharply and tension slamming into frustration like waves crashing over jagged rocks. He ran a hand through his hair, muttering, “Bullshit.” He Shoved the cap back onto the man’s head then walked away. The irritation radiating off him in every step. The man complained but it stop when Theo approached him. He was silenced by the money Theo shoved on the man's hand. Money was always the way to control people.

But that man....he was different. Rude and shameless. Yet Matthew couldn’t shake him from his mind. Why the hell am I still thinking about that man? He needed distraction....something or someone to erase that image.

The VIP room greeted him with laughter, clinking glasses, and heat-soaked indulgence. “Hey! Bro! What? Are you done brooding outside?” his friend called, arms wrapped around two men who clung to him like a leech.

Matthew rolled his eyes then slid onto the sofa. He lifted a glass of wine and let the warm, bitter liquid trickle down his throat, savoring the burn. It’s been weeks since I drank.... the doctor forbade it. But tonight, I don’t care.

The teasing voice rang out again. “Hey pretty, why don’t you sit down?”

Matthew’s eyes snapped open. Theo was at his side, steadfast and watchful. Only Theo remained inside. The others were posted outside to guard. “No, thank you” Theo refused, his voice tight with forced politeness. No! Please leave me alone if you dare to touch me, I won't think twice to punch you!!

William suddenly stepped forward, smirking of mischief in place that made Theo scream internally. This fucking asshole, come here and I'll fucking punch you!! but Matthew’s sharp command froze William. “William.” The single word stole the air from the room. “Stop messing with my bodyguard, can’t you?”

He stepped back that made theo breath in relief “I’m just kidding,” William said, lifting his glass and laughing nervously. “You’re so protective.”

Matthew ignored him, letting the wine burn his throat, a small and bitter comfort against irritation that refused to fade. “Young master~” A woman suddenly came up to him and started touching Matthew all over his body. Her hand crawled from his chest down to his private part. Fuck! This girl was too fast!! Matthew grabbed her hand. “Not so fast, darling.” he smirked at her.

Matthew forcefully grabbed her neck and kissed her hard. She held onto his arm in shock but after a while she started matching the rhythm of Matthews forcefull kiss. As she opened her mouth, Matthew pushed his tongue inside, which she did as well.

Matthew hand started to move and start to touch her breast and pressing it. “Ughhh—” as she moaned, he became even more aroused. Matthew bit her lips, making her moan louder. When he stopped kissing her, she suddenly ran her lips over Matthews cheeks down to his chin until she reached his neck. “Hmm...” he could feel the pleasure he hadn’t felt for so long time.

But little did Matthew forgot a 3 pairs of eyes was watching them intently. While Theo was avoiding it he even distract himself to ignore those lust moan because if he did not do that. His bulging dick would arouse in any moment. Ohh please help this little slave of yours!! I'm a man too. Why are you doing it in front of me!!!!

Matthew just ran his hand to the girl private part ready to do something more erotic but before he could even touch it, someone suddenly interrupted him

“Matthew, go get a room! Are you seriously going to do that here? In front of us?” William’s voice shredded the haze, pulling him back into the room’s cold light. As he realizes there's someone in this room.

Matthew pushed her away, frustration slicing through him like a blade. The girl was so shocked and disappointed at the same time but he didn’t care. He straightened his shirt. He's not that scandalous to do it anywhere especially when someone's watching.

The lustfull moment evaporated in thin air, leaving a bitter aftertaste. He suddenly rose from his seat. Trying to leave the room but William suddenly called him.

“Just gonna smoke,” he muttered, stepping into the terrace. The night air hit him like ice, a relief from the suffocating heat inside.

Finally, quiet. He reached for a cigarette but when he tried to look for his lighter, he couldn't find it. “Where the hell—” A memory stabbed him like a knife. That man. My lighter. I lent it to him!!!

A flash of anger, disbelief, and reluctant amusement collided in his chest. A hundred thousand, and my lighter??? That shameless guy really!!! Matthew scoffed in disbelief. That fucking lighter cost more than a million what the fuck??? Did i just fucking scam?

Matthew bitterly laughed quietly that echoed in the empty terrace. He frustratedly threw the cigarette in his hand and walked toward the bathroom. He want to scrub off the lingering scent of the woman’s perfume in its body.

But suddenly a hand clamped onto his arm, dragging him into the darkest corner of the club

“What th—”

Before Matthew could finish his words, something suddenly crashed into him, lips slamming against his lips with desperate hunger. Pinning him hard against the cold wall. The suddenness stole his breath. He tried to shove her away but she clung to him instead her arms snaking around his neck like she was afraid he might disappear again.

Matthew grabbed her shoulders and forced her back just enough to see her face. It was her.

The woman from the VIP room—the one he had nearly fucked. “Young master~” she purred, eyes burning with raw desire as she leaned in again, trying to capture his neck with her lips. “You can’t just abandon me like that.” Her mouth brushed his skin, teeth grazing, breath hot and intoxicating.

Matthew sucked in a sharp breath. Fuck! This girl was a fucking bitch!! His lips curved into a slow, dangerous smirk.

“Then don’t regret it.”

He crushed his mouth against hers, rough and merciless, switching their positions in one swift movement and slamming her back against the wall. The kiss was brutal, claiming—tongues colliding, breaths breaking. Her hands roamed hungrily, sliding over his chest before slipping beneath his shirt, nails scraping skin.

Matthew’s mouth trailed down from her lips to her chin, then lingered at her neck. “Ughh.....mhhh” her moans spilled out as he bit and sucked her skin, raining her with a teeth mark. Each sound fueled him more.

His hand slid beneath her dress and his fingers pressing, teasing, squeezing her breast as his mouth stayed at her neck, sucking hard enough to leave proof—a kiss mark.

“Ughh.... mmmhh”

He rolled her nipples between his fingers, relentless and deliberate. The way she arched and moaned sent heat roaring straight to his groin. His cock stirred painfully in his pants, thickening fast.

This fucking bitch is so hot. Her hand drifted lower down his chest, across his abdomen until she grabbed him through his pants.

“Mhhh....ughhh... ahhh”

She rubbed him slowly, lips gliding along his neck, making the sensation unbearable. The friction, the warmth and the desperation in her touch. it felt like he was being dragged straight to heaven.

"Ughh..." Matthew groaned softly. He couldn’t take it anymore.

Grabbing her by the waist and lifted her effortlessly. She gasped as her legs wrapped around him and clinging tight. He carried her to the table and sat her down roughly, his hands already moving to hike up her skirt.

Fuck!! this body.... railed it now! He wanted her. Right here. Right now. Just as his fingers hooked beneath her underneath fabric—

“Seriously? Of all the places here, this is where you chose to do that?” The voice sliced through the moment like a knife.

Matthew suddenly froze. His desire evaporated instantly and replaced by pure, seething irritation. He turned his head slowly with his eyes burning as they locked onto the asshole who had interrupted them.

Nothing pissed him off more than being interrupted especially now. Especially by that voice. All his arousal died. He shoved the woman away as she reached for his zipper. The girl eyes wide with disbelief.

“Why?” she demanded.

“Do it with someone else,” Matthew snapped coldly, straightening his shirt that had ridden up, exposing his abdomen. “I’m not in the mood anymore.” Her expression twisted with fury. She jumped down from the table, angrily fixing her clothes.

“Fuck you, jerk.” She flipped him off, stormed past him. She deliberately slammed her shoulder into his before disappearing. Matthew barely reacted as he could understand why the girl was so furious.

Twice. He’d left her hanging twice but that wasn’t his problem. She had ambushed him. He hadn’t asked for it. What mattered now was the bastard who ruined everything. His gaze swept the room and landed on a man at the sink. Water ran from the faucet and glass clinking softly.

“Hey!” Matthew barked.

No response.

“Do you even know what privacy is?” Matthew snapped, stalking closer. “You just show up and ruin everything. Don’t you know how to fucking respect someone privacy??”

But still nothing. The man was unmoved like Matthew is not even existing. Annoyance flared into anger. “What the fuck? Are you deaf?”

He grabbed the man’s shoulder and yanked him around but a wine glass slipped from the man’s hands and shattered on the floor.

The man stiffened. “Are you an idiot?!” he shouted, staring at the broken glass, in shock but Matthew didn’t care.

His lips curled into a smirk. “Ignore me again and I’ll smash everything here,” he threatened lazily.

The man stayed bent over, silently looking at the broken glass. Matthew laughed softly. “What? Scared now?”

The man slowly lifted his head but the cap still hid his face. Then....“Idiot,” the man snarled, “I'll even help you smash it in your head! Bastard!”

A fist slammed into Matthew’s face. The impact sent him crashing sideways onto the floor. “Fuck!”

Pain exploded through his cheek, his vision spinning. The hit was fast... too fast. He hadn’t even seen it coming. “Are you brain-dead?” the man snapped furiously. “You see me washing and you just grab and pull me out of nowhere?”

Matthew blinked, stunned, face numb and ears ringing. As his vision cleared, and anger started to build up in his chest. He furiously looked up but instead of a death glare he suddenly froze in his track

That face....Those features—gentle, unforgettable but the eyes that looked down at him now were sharp, furious, and filled with anger

He knew those eyes.

“Y-You....?”