Hard to Please

Matthew turned his back on me sharply, his muscular frame practically mocking me, drawing me in as he strode toward the sliding glass doors.

God, I wanted to cling to his shoulders while he pinned me hard against the wall. I’ve been craving him since that day!

A maid approached me and handed me a white bathrobe. I threw it on hurriedly but didn’t even bother putting on slippers. To hell with being barefoot; all that mattered was keeping my eyes on the man who was slowly setting my entire system on fire.

"Matthew, wait!" I called out to him.

I followed him inside the mansion. I couldn’t care less about the mess I was making, with my wet body dripping all over the floor. He entered the vast foyer, walking straight ahead as if desperate to escape my very presence.

"Matthew, just listen to me first!" I ran and blocked his path, forcing him to a sudden halt. A mere inch more and my chest would have crashed right into his hard chest.

"What is wrong with you, child?" Have you lost your mind?!" his baritone voice boomed, echoing through the silent room. His jaw was clenched so tight it looked ready to snap from sheer fury.

"You are my son's fiancée! What you just did out there was completely insane and inappropriate!"

"I just got carried away!" I reasoned, softening my voice and feigning a pout. I tilted my face up to meet his razor-sharp eyes.

"It's just... I really missed Marky. I thought he was the one who jumped into the water. I panicked, and when I finally snapped out of it, my emotions were so overwhelmed that I didn't know what I was doing. I’m sorry."

A bitter, chilling laugh escaped Matthew’s lips. He looked me up and down as if staring at a filthy insect.

"Don't play stupid with me, kiddo," he said coldly.

"Don't call me a child, because I'm not. I'm old enough to have a baby. Want me to give you one? Want to make one together?"

I saw his eyes snap shut, visibly infuriated by my provocation.

"You are in broad daylight lying straight to a doctor's face. I know the reaction of a drowning person, and I know the reaction of someone who is cheating. And calling me 'Matthew'? Have you lost your manners? I’m your boyfriend's father!"

I grew irritated by his suffocating formality. I took another step closer, intentionally letting the tie of my bathrobe loosen slightly to expose the curve of my neck down to my chest.

"And why are you so angry anyway? Is it because I kissed you, or because you liked it too?" I challenged him, with flashes of a seductive smile on my lips.

"What?"

"And why are you always like this to me? The first time you saw me, when Marky introduced me to you at your hospital, you didn't even spare me a glance! You didn't even shake my hand, and then you just abruptly left us there like we were worthless. Why, Dr. Fraser? Do you hate me that much?"

Matthew’s eyes narrowed into daggers. The tension between us was thick enough to cut.

"I don't shake hands with people who clearly have hidden agendas," he replied frostily. "From that very day, I already saw what kind of woman you are. You crave attention. And I have absolutely no time for the childish games of a spoiled brat like you."

"Brat? Childish?" I giggled—a playful, mocking laugh as I slowly raised my hand to graze the side of his damp arm.

"If I'm just a brat, why do you look so afraid of me right now? Why did your tongue flinch earlier if you were truly so disgusted? I’m not a child, Matthew. And I know you feel exactly what I feel whenever we're this close."

Before I could even finish, he violently gripped my wrist. I gasped at the tightness of his hold—it hurt, but it sent a wicked jolt of electricity straight through my entire body. He yanked me closer to him, close enough for me to hear his heavy ragged breathing.

"Listen to me very carefully, kid," he threatened, his face a mere few centimeters away from mine. The burning rage in his eyes was enough to haunt anyone weak-willed, but to me, it only made him utterly irresistible.

"Soon, you are marrying my son. If you think you can get to me with these dirty little games and tantrums, you are sorely mistaken. Get into the bathroom, dry yourself off, and get out of this house before I lose whatever string of patience I have left for you."

He shoved my hand away with force, causing me to stumble back a step. I watched him turn his back on me once more, walking up the grand staircase of the mansion, not even glancing back at the wet, messy footprints I left on the floor.

I bit my lower lip while staring at his retreating figure. His broad shoulders, his perfect posture, and his icy demeanor only fanned the flames consuming me from within. The harder he resisted, the more challenged I felt.

Matthew stopped halfway up the stairs when he heard my footsteps. Even though he was kicking me out, I remained standing at the bottom of the grand staircase, looking up at him while tightly pulling my bathrobe closed to heavily emphasize my curves.

"I thought I made myself clear, Adeline," he commanded coldly, without turning around.

But I smiled sweetly. Hearing him say my name only meant he was completely aware of everything that happened that night in the hospital.

"Go home. It's late. It's dangerous for a girl to drive around this late."

"I don't want to," I replied in a whiny, provocative pout. I took a step up onto the first tier of the stairs.

"I’ll wait for Marky here. I miss my fiancé so much. And besides... I want to get laid tonight. I'm craving sex," I said without a shred of shame. I expected him to blow up, but he merely shrugged his shoulders and turned his back on me again.

I rushed to follow him immediately.

"Daddy, ahh!" I intentionally groaned, grabbing my leg.

"I tripped, daddy. Ahhh, shittt!" I turned my seduction up a notch, making my moans sound as breathless as possible. Then, I parted my bathrobe, intentionally shifting my dress so my inner thigh was exposed, along with my chest and squeezing my breasts together so they practically spilled out, leaving barely anything covered.

"D–Daddy Matthew…"

Instantly, his fists clenched, the veins in his neck bulging from extreme restraint. His eyes burned with pure fury not just because of my disrespect, but because of my blatant use of a word loaded with double meaning right in front of him. I knew he caught the filthy implication. He marched down three steps but didn't even offer a hand to help me up.

"You really don't know when to shut your mouth, do you?"

I could feel his restraint; his voice was shifting, a dangerous indicator that my display was getting to his manhood, though he kept it in a harsh whisper, so the maids wouldn't hear. He leaned in until I could feel the heat radiating from his body once more.

"Get laid? Under my roof?!"

"Why not? Marky is my fiancé, isn't he?" I played dumb, widening my eyes like an innocent kitten while slowly caressing the handrail near where he stood.

"What's so wrong with sleeping here?"

"Look at yourself, Adeline!" Matthew snapped suddenly, his finger gesturing wildly from my head to my toes.

"You are acting like a cheap, spoiled brat! Look in the mirror. You're soaking wet, barefoot, and begging for the attention of a man who isn't even yours. You look like a child of mine that I need to teach a lesson to because she has no manners!"

I froze at his words, but before I could even formulate a reply, he pressed on with his lecture.

"If you were my daughter, I would have locked you in your room a long time ago and beaten some discipline into you! You look like a child throwing tantrums, trying so hard to look mature and seductive, but all I see is a pathetic girl who doesn't know her worth," each word stabbed heavily, as if he was just moments away from dragging me out and punishing me myself.

"Marky is too blind to see your true colors, but I am not. I am his father. And in this house, my word is law. If you want to be filthy, don't do it in front of me and don't do it under my roof!"

"My Daddy Matthew is so angry..." I whispered, deliberately dripping malice into the word 'Daddy.' I looked him straight in the eye, devoid of any remorse.

"If that's how you lecture you, it makes me want you to discipline me even more... punish me in bed, daddy. I am all yours…”

The moment the words left my mouth, I stood up and lunged to kiss him, but he dodged me swiftly.

"Get out of my house, now!" he barked harshly, his finger pointing directly at the gate.

"Dad?"

We both snapped our heads toward the voice. Marky had just arrived, his brow heavily furrowed in deep confusion.