Chapter 9

Amelia's POV.

My breath caught in my throat the moment I saw Don Mateo step out of the bathroom. 

His dark hair looked shiny, and pretty much still wet. Spots of water slicked down his chest, stopping at his torso, which had a towel carefully draped around him there. His bulge was evident even under the towel and the sight of it made my insides pool with heat. 

He looked nothing like his age, and that just made all the more irresistible to me. 

As he walked away from the bathroom, the memory from him fucking me hard came to mind. Even in my state of mind at the time, I could still remember the burn in between my legs from every stroke. 

Every part of me simmered with heat, beckoning me to walk up to him, strip him and enjoy his thickness inside me again.

 But I bit hard on my lips, knowing better than to act on it. Our relationship wasn't real, even if we were trying to make it look like that.

But how do I resist this man who currently looked like–

“Margherita, you're staring again.” 

I quickly blinked back, averting my gaze from his body. My cheeks burned with embarrassment, as no proper words came out of my mouth. 

I quickly turned over, “I wasn't staring,” I lied. 

Don Mateo didn't respond to me. Instead, I heard his footsteps, and that just had me shuddering in the bed. 

Then I heard the spraying sound of a perfume , and his sharp, sweet luxurious scent filled the room. My insides knotted anxiously, his smell still strangely making my thighs twitch with heat. 

God help me–was I becoming finished for this man. How could his non-sexual actions be making me feel things?

When the bed creaked on the other side, I knew he'd gotten into bed. I could feel the warmth emanating from his skin on my back, and the feel of it had me exhaling more times than needed. 

I pressed my thighs against each other even more tightly, shutting my eyes like my surroundings were an eyesore.

“Oh God, please don't let me do anything stupid,” I silently prayed as the heat within us made my clit start throbbing. 

My breathing slowed, and my body was literally on fire. But I didn't move. 

I never moved until the rays of sunlight crept into the room, waking me up from slumber. I turned in the bed, laying on my back while my fingers wandered around the space. 

But then I felt nothing. 

My brows twitched with confusion as I opened my eyes. That was strange. Where did Don go?

As I slowly sat myself on the bed, I curled my arms around myself, feeling disappointment crawl under my skin. I wished something had happened yesternight, but apparently, Don must have seen the one night stand as a mistake. 

That would be the only reason he avoided touching me. 

But then, another part of me found it strange that I was wanting something like that. I shouldn't want something like that to repeat itself, after all what we had was a fake relationship. 

With a sigh, I plopped out of bed, heading for the bathroom for a bath. After a couple of minutes,I stepped out, picking out a bodycon white gown from the wardrobe. 

Just when I was rounding up the styling of my hair, there was a knock on the door. I quickly finished up, before reaching the door. 

Vale was the one at the door, and this time she looked more disgusted than fierce. 

“I don't think I would like to make it a habit of reminding you to come down for food everytime. You better learn the times for eating here or else you might starve,” she hissed, crossing her arms. 

Wow.

What was she being rude for? 

“That's not a nice way to talk to someone, you know?” I pointed out, displeased with her tone. 

Vale scoffed, dropping her hands and balling them into fists immediately, “you have such guts. Well that's expected. Brats like you tend to enjoy privileges a bit too much.” 

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, you'll find out for yourself. You think you're on top of the world because the Don chose you? Wait and see what he does to you when he gets tired,” She scowled, walking away.

My heart fluttered with anxiety, what did she mean by that?

I had the pressing urge to call her back and ask her what she meant, but I also knew she was going to be too rude about it. 

Perhaps I could ask Don? I shook my head at the thought, that didn't sound right either. He would think I was trying to make my stay in his life permanent. 

I walked down the stairs, deciding to ignore those words. When I reached the dining room, my mouth watered at the dish I was set to eat. I quickly focused on that, though my mind revolved around Don's whereabouts. 

As I ate, I noticed a huge figure approaching the dining table. My fingers stilled on the fork in my hand, my body moving into panic-mode.

Why was this scary looking guy coming towards me?

Fuck.

Was he from Raymond? 

The thought of that made me lose appetite.  

Before I could rise from the chair, he reached the dining table. He bowed his head curtly, raising his head to meet my gaze. 

“I'm Marcus. Your new bodyguard,” he introduced himself.

Wow.

This very hefty guy who looked like he could beat up five men at once was supposed to be my bodyguard?

Damn, the Don must take protection seriously. 

“Do you have any plans for the day?” Marcus’ question snapped me out my thoughts.

Well, the only thing I had to do was visit my mother. I wanted to see how she was fairing. I was hoping I could talk to Don about it first, since he was the one with the address to her new hospital. But since she wasn't home, I'd just go.

“I want to see my mom at the hospital,” I informed Marcus.

Marcus nodded, gesturing towards the door. I rose from the chair, smoothening my gown as I moved. As we walked towards the door, I couldn't help but wonder if going to the hospital on my own was the right choice.