Addicted To You Mattheo Riddle 소설 & 이야기

"Matthew, you're awake! To be continued

I slid into a tank top and my shorts, which barely covered anything. I crashed onto the bed, and it wasn’t long before my mind went back to him and my insides started to burn again. God… Matt... I smiled and then closed my eyes as my mind slipped back. It was somewhere between the hundredth and the next round that I realized I was seriously getting addicted to him. Not just his body, which was insanely hot, by the way. It was the way he touched me, the way he looked into my eyes, like he already knew me. Like I wasn’t just another pretty face he met at a bar. It was crazy and it didn’t even make sense.

Anyway, I suppose there is no other better way besides avoiding Matthias since I mustn’t violate our agreement. At the thought of that, Heather decided to not let her obsession over Matthias get the better of her. I must put a stop to this! Matthias is like a drug to me, tempting yet fatal. If I ever get ‘addicted’ to him, my life will only be filled with misery. So I must be proactive before it’s too late for me to turn back.

But a fake cough disturb her from taking advantage of me Thank God! I feel like I am about to be rape . I look into the two women whose wearing hospital coat. They're face looks familiar to me. I look at them closely then I my mind remembered. The girl with a long straight hair and has milky complexion is non other than Archer wife. She's my best friend wife. I known her because I got to see her photos since Archer asked me to investigate her. Then the other girl. Is the fiesty sexy one that bump the back of Audi last week! What a small world after all.

I know why you're doing all this and i understand, but you need to slow down a bit before you turn into an addict. I frown at him. "Nothing like that is going to happen." The look he gives me only shows that he thinks otherwise. "I'm not an addict, Matt." The fact that he just stares at me without saying anything just pisses me off. "I'm not an addict," i repeat, widening my eyes at him. I don't know why i want him to say, "i know", so much but i do. I open the pack and put one pill under my tongue.

Mateo's pov They all offered me appealing gazes but I knew that was a mask underneath their menacing looks. It was safe to say that no one in the mafia could trust each other but with the way things were moving, my height of paranoia would stretch to its limit and my patience was wearing thin. “Matteo has delivered the painting… but uh, is it safe here now that girl is around?” Angelou linked his fingers together. The man has more rings in his fingers and a scar on his left eye, evidence of five failed marriages. His eyes darted left and right as he spoke as though waiting for someone or backing him up.

My phone started ringing as soon as I was done eating. "Hey, dude, how are you? Do you not intend to report to work today?" I was asked over the phone by my friend Drake. My mother's comments echoed in my mind: "When will you bring in someone so who will love you for who you are?" "Alex, are you still there?" Drake enquired. I would never miss a day of work. "Ya man, I'm here," I blurted out in response. Do you not intend to report to work today? Drake asked the same question again.

“What do you want?” “It’s our son, Mateo! He has been poisoned!”

That just because they could force him didn't mean he was a pushover or easy to deal with. He wanted them to know she was his. Even if he didn’t understand what that meant anymore. He only knew she was his to ruin. Even if he didn't know how to ruin her. Because he had promised he wouldn’t claim any other woman. And yet… “You are a hypocrite,” he told his reflection. His wolf growled. “I am not. I never promised anything or anyone. I always warned you. Lilith was not our mate.” “And so is she!” Callister shot back.

he added with a smirk. I pursed my lips, not wanting to admit that he was right. I could never make sense of Matteo Vitale. He was the only one to ever give me a nickname. Well, two nicknames—Ari and Nutella girl. I didn’t know how I felt about that. I brushed my fingers through the soft grass, its waxy blades tickling my palms. “How do you know?” I asked finally. “How do I know what?” I pursed my lips. “How do you know they shine for me?”