11. GIULIANNA

Eventually, even after my encounter with Matteo last night i did fell asleep at some point when I felt like I couldn't thinking it was indeed a long night. I gently woke up as the sun peeked through the curtain.

As my eyes open, I saw Matteo's face rather than the ceiling. He was staring at me. Is this another dream? And then that's when I realized he was actually beside me in the bed. He was staring at my face as if he's memorizing my features. "Morning, dolcezza." he greeted.

I immediately sat up and gave the both of us some space. He was too close. TOO CLOSE ON MY FACE! I felt my cheeks burning up as I look away from him trying to avoid his gaze.

His eyes then dropped to what I was wearing. My brows furrowed and I was confused. I looked down at my body, and then I realized that the straps of the night gown fell on my shoulder. With nothing to hold onto, the dress slipped a little from my chest almost revealing my breasts. I awkwardly fix my dress.

"I already saw that, dolcezza." He said and smirked at me. "No need to hide now."

He then stood up and grabbed something from his pocket. Keys. He moved on the other side of the bed and chained my feet. "Come. Let's go have breakfast." He said as he walked towards the door of the room and opens it for me.

What's he up to and he's suddenly being nice to me. He let me walk first. Is he not afraid that I might run and leave him? I felt his hands wrapping on my waist and I immediately had chills. "Isn't it beautiful to wake up in this kind of morning with me, dolcezza? So peaceful. I'll treat you like a queen if you'll just agree to let me inside of your lfie again."

I almost vomited with what he said. "Keep dreaming, sucker." I said and he just laughed.

As we go downstairs, my eyes observed how beautiful his home is. And really huge. I feel like the room he keeps me locked in is as big as my bike shop. I'd easily get lost in this house that's for sure. He held my arms as he assisted me to go down in the stairs.

The stairs creaked as we go down probably telling us how old this place is. He then guided me at the kitchen. As he guided me in there the aroma of the food he made filled the air. "Smell something delicious, dolcezza?" he asked but I didn't respond.

He pulled a seat from me. "Sit down." Yes sir.

He made his way to the kitchen. Preparing the plates and our food. But I noticed how he winces in pain when he has to force his other hand to lift something. I then realized it was the hand that I hit with a wrench.

I felt guilty all of a sudden. "H-how's your arm?" I asked. He looked at me and smiled. "It's nothing to worry about, dolcezza." he said and continued cooking.

A few minutes went by and he started placing all the dishes he made in front of me. I frowned a little after realizing he made dishes based only on my preferences. He didn't make anything that he wants.

"What about you? What will you eat?"

His brows furrowed and pointed at all the dishes he made. He doesn't eat shrimp because he''s allergic to it. He doesn't like bacon in the morning because he says it's not healthy. And he doesn't like toasted bread with butter because he thinks it ruins the bread's original flavor.

"But you don't like any of this." I said as I put bacons on my plate while looking at him. "Yeah. So what? Do you care now, dolcezza?"

I rolled my eyes at him. "Keep dreaming, sucker." I said and he just laughed at me. "I wouldn't mind Sofia having that kind of attitude. So keep treating me like that, dolcezza. At the end of the day I'm still worshipping you."

As much as I wanted to be graceful right now while eating, my stomach growled. I am so hungry I can't even think straight. I barely chewed on the bacon, I just kept swallowing it.

Not until it got stuck in my throat. I coughed hard. "Shit." Matteo cursed as he made his way to me. I coughed hard until the bacon got out of my throat.

He made me drink water and caressed my back. As I put down the glass of water, I took a deep breath. I looked up at him and said while gasping, "Thanks."

I took another exhale and then my eyes dropped to his pants. He's wearing grey pants and his cock traces an outline. I wanted to look away. I wanted to.

"Giuli?" Matteo asked. I was pulled out of my thoughts and I looked up at him.

The next thing I knew, he was taking off his grey sweatpants. "What are you doing?" I asked hesitantly.

He looked at me straightly as he threw his pants away and his boxers somewhere. His cock was standing so hard and tall in front of my face!

It wasn't the first time I saw it. But why does it look like it got bigger?

"If you feel nothing for me anymore then it wouldn't be hard for you to suck a stranger's cock, dolcezza."

He said. But I was too lost in the sight of his cock to understand whatever he's saying. I wrapped my one hand around it and a long moan escaped his mouth. "My cock's lonely all these years. How about you introduce it to your pretty little tongue, dolcezza?"

Realizing it's too big for one hand, I wrapped it again with my other hand. "Fuck, dolcezza." he moaned.

He gripped my hair like he was holding onto it. "Please... suck it. I'm begging you, Giuliana."