==Matteo==
I should have known. I should have known that the full moon was just around the corner. It all made sense now—my attraction towards Olivia. I had actually thought I was going crazy, because for the 100th time I was going to state this: she was not my type. Not in anyway. She didn’t have the kind of boobs I liked. Those round and succulent ones. The type that were firm and got those mad ass nipples that pointed at me, willing me to grab them silly. She didn’t have those fleshy voluptuous asses. Olivia was none of those. None. I couldn’t even grab her boobs effectively. They were too small to hold my interest.It was May 13th, about 2 days to the full moon. I’d left the mansion to find a bar in order to cool my head. To get my senses back. Fuck. I felt like smashing my head open. To think that I had, not one, but two heated session with Olivia was gut wrenching. Absolutely revolting. That tasted like bile in my==Matteo==It was the most ugly thing I’d ever seen. Face scrunched and with fangs hanging menacingly. It roared and I shut my eyes, together with my nose.. Hoping that not a drop of spittle got to me.I opened my eyes again, just in time for him to swing a fist towards me. I was quick. I diverted the blow, and grabbed his hands. He fought to wriggle free, but it was useless. I twisted his arm, making him growl. Then, I kicked him off me. I rose, fury blinding me. Who the hell was he?Then, he turned back towards me. His eyes yellow like ember. He barked. Opening up his fist and exposing his claws.In that moment, I roared. My vision changing. He charged at me, but I was swifter. I slashed his face with my claws. He fell to the ground, groaning. I walked over to him.I was ready for another face off, but to my surprise, he laid still on the floor. His eyes wide with…shock?Slowly, he morphed back to his actual self, and to the h
Chapter 35It had been a crazy day and what better way to wind down than have a nice warm shower. Lyons stood still as the hot water rained on him. He wished he could stay here forever. Oh, how pleasant the shower was.In no time, he was done bathing. He got into his pajamas and sauntered down the stairs to the dining. Cher and his mother, were already seated and were in one conversation about boys and cheer practices.“I could make do with some brandy tonight,” Lyons joked, just to see how his mother would react.And as he'd guessed, her face was contorted in horror. “Of course not.”“Take it easy, Mum,” Cher said, rolling her eyes. “He’s pulling your legs.”
Leah pasted one more sheet of paper on the wall. She sighed as she ran her fingers down the picture. In it was Olivia. The picture taken on her 18th birthday. Leah knew that she should have used a more recent photo, but then, Olivia hardly ever took pictures. She just had to make do with what was available. Moreover, Olivia never seemed to age.We'll find you, girlfriend. We will. Sighing, Leah turned around and began making it to her pickup truck. She glanced across the street to find Lyons sharing the fliers too. What a gentleman, huh? Nah, she wouldn’t give him the benefit of the doubt. He still was in her bad books. For him to have agreed to whatever absurd deal Olivia's dad had put in p
==Matteo==I couldn’t look for a better word that described the week other than jinxed. Hexed. Everything was falling apart. Nothing seemed to be right. Nothing at all. It started with the company. The sales had taken a nosedive, and for what? For what exactly? This hadn't happened before. I mean, never ever in a lifetime.And now I was on my way to the company. The first time I was doing this since the tragedy. My face squeezed in a tight frown as the sights of the city zapped across.I soon arrived at my destination. My driver opened the door for me. I stepped out, the frown still on my face and I strode towards the the fleet of stairs. Determination was inscribed on my face as I ascended the stairs. I had to see to the end of this. I couldn’t bear losing thousands, millions of dollar
Upbeat music emanated from the bungalow. Inside, noises of all forms competing for the centre stage. The sounds of people chattering, the guffaw of drunken men, the loud sound coming from the jukebox and the clinking of bottles. The men, all in their twenties chatted heartily. Some form of excitement going on.“We gon' paint the streets red. Blue, black whatever colour we can think of,” One of the men a gingerhead, said. The others laughed as he said that. For every man in the room, his statement was funny. Well, with all his mannerisms , he could hands down make anyone laugh. Especially the sandy blond sitting across the room at the dining. He would have been guffawing, while throwing playful shades at his clown of a friend. But he was beyond distraught. Beside himself and appearing to have something eating him up.While the jester was still at it, one of the guys stood up. His face full of smiles. He was about to cross the room when his eyes landed on the moo
==Olivia==I made sure I looked sideways before leaving my room. I ensured I checked the ceilings in case of any cameras. I hadn’t thought about CCTVs all this while, but now, now that I was plotting my escape, I had to be extra sure. When I was certain the coast was clear, I made it down the hallway in small steps. My heart pumping in anticipation. I reached a dead end, getting gripped immediately by a wave of déjà vu. I had been here before, but I couldn’t place a name…Instantly, it rang a bell. Yes, I’d been here the other time. The other time I got into what appeared to be a basement. Yes, that room where the fucking asshole asked me if I was a virgin. My jaw tightened as I thought about that. It only made my resolve stronger. I would get out of this place. And when I did, Matteo would regret ever laying his filthy hands on me.And so, I made my way through the very many turns. It was a surprise how I remembered the path. It
==Matteo==I sat at the balcony, cup in hand and sipped slowly. Relishing in the placating taste of the green tea. The day was bright. Thank heavens. I was beginning to get tired with all the rain, moodiness, gloom and wind. I couldn’t wait for the summer, to be honest. However, I did know that that was an issue on its own. Soon, everyone was going to complain about the heat.I downed my tea and settled for some croissants. Yes, I was in the mood for some treat. Yes, I was cheerful. Last week was a scare. With all the business palaver going on, I was totally upset. But good riddance, everything was fixed now. Good gracious riddance.With everything coming back together, I decided to celebrate. And what better way to do that than to get a bottle of my favourite: Moet et Chanson, some grapes an
==Olivia==“Get the fucking grip on yourself, girl!” I groaned. Frustrated with myself, I tossed the hairbrush on the bed. Why was I sad. Why? Why was I feeling like a loser? Matteo was a monster. Therefore, I shouldn’t be crying my eyes out because he completely forgot about the kiss. The touch, the stuff we shared the other day. Instead, he sought for pleasure some other place.Hiccups set in. “Fuck me.”I didn’t look like myself one bit. The eye bags, the frizzy hair, the dull colour of my skin. All pointed to lack of care. I was hear mourning about what never was. And something that never would be.I sat back on the chair, staring blankly at the mirror. The images of yesterday flashed before my eyes. Matteo naked, mount