All Chapters of Summer Wine: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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11) Part Time Lovers

"Just because I owe you my life doesn’t mean I’m going to play your fake lover in the eyes of the law," I said softly. I rolled my eyes. "What kind of low-budget drama movie script is this anyway? Couldn’t you find something a little less cliché?"I rolled them again for good measure."Besides, what would a guy like you even do with a girl like me? The world is full of gorgeous women lining up just to take selfies on your yacht. You can't flex with me, man. Think of it this way... you’ve got a Ferrari sitting in your garage, but you're choosing to cruise down the avenue in a Volkswagen Beetle.""I have a thing for vintage classics," Matteo said, clicking his tongue. "Plus, at the end of the day, they all fall in love with me."I rolled my eyes so hard this time I was convinced my eye muscles were about to undergo an optical rotation, allowing me to see the back of my own skull."If I were you, I'd watch out for traps, Lord Matteo," I said mockingly, popping a large, juicy piece of mel

12 ) Red Screens

I walked away from the table basking in the righteous pride of pulling a part-time wage and tax ultimatum against Matteo’s bulletproof logic, but the real ultimate trial was waiting for me right at the pier. The thing floating in front of me wasn't just a luxury yacht; to me, it was a bottomless soup of germs and a potential drowning platform. The mere thought of stepping onto water was enough to press every single red alert button in my brain simultaneously.I froze on the steps of the gangway, staring down at the dark Aegean water while running a worst-case scenario of millimetric imbalance in my head, when that colossal shadow loomed behind me."The yacht isn’t sinking, genius girl. Just get on," Matteo said. I caught the teasing baritone in his voice, but before I could even turn around, his massive, warm hands abruptly wrapped around my waist.When he lifted me into the air like a sack of potatoes—yet with unbelievable lightness—a wave of panic hit me. Terrified of falling into t

13) Sinking All The Way to the Mariana Trench

When I stepped out of the shower, I smelled heavenly of shampoo. I had slipped into a matching camisole and shorts set made of ultra-soft silk that wouldn't irritate my skin in the slightest—absolute bliss. After devouring all those oily appetizers, haydari, and melon in the sweltering Bodrum heat, I was incredibly parched.But, if you'll excuse the overshare, the moment I left the bathroom, nature called with a vengeance! And that was the exact second everything spiraled out of control in a matter of milliseconds.I had a full-blown panic attack.My glitchy, chaotic, yet inherently explosive mind suddenly reminded me that we were right in the middle of a vast, open sea, in international waters, suspended directly over the water in the pitch-black darkness of night!Ugh, I was starting to get terrified of the water running from the tap; it was as if a great white shark was going to spontaneously erupt from a tiny puddle on the bathroom floor. I was trapped right in the dead center of

14) Burning Questions and Flushed Silk

Oh my God, stop! I swear my heart was having a literal arrhythmia inside my silk shorts right then! The man wasn't in there defusing a woman; he was casually turning his own body into a work of art.Matteo was working out in the dim light, his tanned skin glistening like gold, drenched in sweat beads the size of chickpeas. His tight glutes, lean waist, deep Adonis lines, and those flawless six-pack abs flexed with such intensity with every single push-up... And those shoulders were easily wide enough to part oceans. I completely forgot how to breathe!The punching bag next to him was still swaying while he smashed out one-handed push-ups; he’d clearly combined boxing and bodybuilding into one routine.But with those throaty groans, there was a raw, primal wildness to him, as if he were taking his aggression out on the bag itself. Because he was balancing all his weight on just one hand, his muscles were coiled tight, veins straining beautifully. As he pushed himself up and stood to hi

15) Fictional Rivals of My Groin

When I went back to my room and lay down on the bed, the inside of my head felt like a malfunctioning computer executing millions of commands per second. My shampoo-scented body, clad in my silk shorts and camisole, sank into the bed's luxurious sheets, but my soul was practically in agony. I was starting to feel incredibly miserable, battered, and above all, completely stupid. My inner voice began broadcasting from the left side:"Are we stupid, Nova? Why aren’t we trying to escape this yacht?"My logic on the right immediately snapped back: "Of course not, we're geniuses! Plus, we don't know how to swim. Did you forget? Your swimming metric is exactly zero!"But that wasn't what cut the deepest. What if I had gotten too close, shared too much physical contact with a man who had a girlfriend? That moment pinned against the wall, my braless breasts smashing into his sweaty chest muscles...God, the sheer embarrassment was triggering horrific nightmares even in my sleep. I desperately w

16) Secret Parts

As I signed, I shot him a sweet little look and let out a giggle, swallowing hard to suppress my excitement while popping a slice of fresh fruit and some toast into my mouth. "Sooo..." I mumbled toward him, cheeks puffed out, trying to execute my innocence algorithm while chewing.Right at that moment, I bit into a juicy cherry from my plate, and all hell broke loose. The instant I crushed it, a dense splash of dark red juice literally cascaded right down my chest!My crisp, noble white linen blouse—the one worth two full months of my graphic design salary—was instantly ruined by a bright pink cherry stain! This stain felt like a glaring omen that I was going to be financially indebted to this man from the very start, plunging my part-time fake-wife salary straight into a negative balance.However, this clumsiness was actually the perfect distraction for a brilliant cyber ambush. Sneaking my hand out toward his ultra-secure, encrypted phone on the table was nothing more than a data tra

17) Biometric Barricades

I had locked myself in my room, sitting cross-legged right in the middle of the bed, desperately trying to crack the encryption on Matteo’s ultra-secure phone. But yeah, I had to admit, this time my job was exceptionally challenging. I was facing an unbelievable algorithmic nightmare because, instead of a standard passcode combination, the man had locked the device using both fingerprint and facial recognition.I might be a cybersecurity prodigy, but I couldn't exactly hack biometric data out of thin air without my computer!I started pacing the room like a maniac, searching for a printed image or a photograph of Matteo. My goal was to find a crisp picture of him and hold it up to the front camera to trick that damn facial recognition lock. Normal people kept framed photos in their rooms, right? But nope! There wasn’t a single trace of a photograph around here. If fingerprints and facial scans weren't involved, and it was just a standard PIN, I would have demolished those cyber walls

18 ) Dancing with Fire

In that exact moment, instead of running her usual cybersecurity algorithms, calculating the germ count on the sheets, or spinning out various doomsday scenarios about being stranded in the middle of the ocean, Nova did nothing but bite her lower lip. Her mind had completely stalled. Technically, she had never had an orgasm in her entire life. She had never let a man inside her. In fact, if one were to look at the raw technical data... Nova had never engaged in this primal dance before. Until today, she had viewed sexuality as a completely redundant, unnecessary expenditure of calories, an irrational activity to be indefinitely postponed, but... now, she was incredibly curious. Did the women in those videos or books really scream that loudly, or was everything just a complete act?Matteo, fighting a desperate battle of willpower with his massive frame hovering over me, let out a heavy curse through his gritted teeth."Fuck..." he muttered, trying to reach for his phone, which had slip

19 ) Something Huge

The absolute moment Matteo pinned both of my wrists to the luxurious sheets above my head, the ruthless pressure against my chest pumped the very last remnants of oxygen right out of my lungs.Underneath my linen blouse, my braless nipples rubbed against his bare, scorching chest muscles, sending a high-voltage alarm ripping through every single cyber network in my brain. But the ultimate devastation was the relentless pressure pressing directly against my womanhood through my linen trousers—the colossal hardness swelling beneath his flexible swim shorts, a structure containing absolutely no anatomical bone yet rendered as rock-solid as a marble pillar."I told you that you wouldn't be able to breathe," Matteo whispered, those large, jet-black, grape-dark eyes completely dissolving into pitch-black whirlpools.He tilted his head down with sheer predatory intensity, and his lips smashed into mine like a full-blown hurricane.Right then, with that first contact occurring for the very fi

20 ) Wet For You

What truly humiliated me, what caused a massive short-circuit across every single server of my logic, was this: the dense, burning fluid my body was producing was now slipping slowly down my thighs, leaving me stranded right in the absolute epicenter of a sticky, soaking-wet drenching.I figured this biological reaction was definitely not normal; because judging by the wild, predatory excitement flashing in Matteo’s dark eyes—safely assuming I was clearly not the first woman he had ever touched in his life—I could tell this soaking-wet state of mine was driving him clean out of his mind.Alright then...The moment I was left in nothing but my wafer-thin underwear, Matteo utilized his massive, powerful arms to smoothly haul me right into his lap. He pressed down hard, burying my hips directly over that immense, marble-hard column swelling beneath his shorts.The exact millisecond his large, hot hands made contact with my bare breasts, a sweet, tickling sensation rippled through my fl

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