==Matteo==
I looked at the door, contemplating whether or not I should go on and knock. Had anyone told me I would be this indecisive about something, I would sure had ignored them. But here I was. In front of the door, unsure of what to do.
I made to retreat and go. But I was hooked. As much as I had tried to, I couldn’t. But the kiss didn’t mean anything. Or did it? Did it? I sighed. Useless. It was of no use.
I turned to leave, but the door opened. I stopped. Olivia stood by the threshold, the shock in her eyes was unmistaken. My eyes happened upon the nightdress she had on. It wasn’t in anyway provocative, but it had
=Olivia==Why did I keep doing this to myself. Why? Someone please tell me. Right now, my lips were locked on Matteo's. Again.Matteo had me around his finger, and like a puppet I couldn’t help but play by his strings. My back was slammed against the wall, and his whole body faced me. I was a mess. Mourning helplessly. There was no way I could contain it. I wanted this to stop, but at the same time I wanted to keep it going. My moans rang across the room. His kisses worked on my lips, my neck and my navel.The sound his kisses made got to me. It made me groan harder. I shut my eyes, and my lips. Okay, girl. You can fight this. You can. Who was I kidding? Of course, I had no chance in containing the burning passio
It had rained yesterday. Mercilessly, as if there was a battle going on in the clouds. Consequently, everywhere was freezing cold, and made obscure by a thick fog. Hasn’t it been for the tiny ray of sunlight in the sky, the day was as good as bleak.Lane 114 highway was no stranger to gridlocks, be it on a sunny day or at a time like this when all everyone wanted to do was curl up and sleep. And yes, today wasn’t different. Trucks, cars, all manner of vehicles were present, however, it wasn’t the usual Friday evening traffic. Something more sinister was the cause. Police officers were stationed around, making one inquiry or the other. Motorists were beside themselves, shocked to learn of what had happened.The body of a young man had been discovered earlier in the morning. His body had badly decomposed but there were still evidence of a vicious attack. The deep gouge on his throat said it all.The lead police officer stood close to the bo
==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